Aurum The Dragonslayer. (1/2)
Several years after the defeat of Salem and two decades before Aurum met Jaune's younger self. Tells a story of how Aurum became known as the Dragonslayer.
First born of Jaune and Yang, two great heroes during the war against Salem. Born into this world weak and small, many did not expect him to survive childhood but to everyone's surprise he did not only survive past it but grew up to be bigger and stronger as time went on. Now in his sixteen years of age he towers over his peers and most adults. His skill with a sword surpasses many renowned warriors of his time.
And now embarking on a quest he can be seen walking into a seedy tavern out in the middle of nowhere in order to fulfill his quest. Aurum opens the wooden door of the bar to walk inside the tavern. The loud metallic stomp from his boots caused all eyes inside the bar to turn on him. To see what kind of fool that would dare to visit this den of ill repute.
And to their surprise and delight they indeed saw a fool. They saw a fool wearing full body armor from head to toe.
"Thine looking for a guide across the western mountain." Thus speak the armored fool.
The patrons however paid Aurum no mind and continued with their day drinking.
"Thy liege. King Ozcar has given thine a royal writ. That states any subjects of the kingdom must render aid when asked to by the recipient." He proudly exclaims his royal authority to a room full of drunken degenerates.
When Aurum mentioned the monarch Ozcar. Instead of bowing in reference to their superior. The patrons just ignored him even harder. For there's not a lot of love for the monarchy this far out in the wild.
At first he does not understand why these "fine" people did not try to help him. Aurum may be a master of the blade but reading the room is not one of his expertise. So if appealing to their sense of fealty did not work he would try to appeal to their avarice instead. "Of course Thine would not expect for thee to toil for free. Thine is willing to offer adequate reward if thou are willing to help thine out."
Their head starts to turn to the direction of the Knight after the mention of a reward.
"Thine needed a guide. For thine wishes to go to face the dragon Tiamat."
The tavern that was once as silent as the grave erupted at the mention of Tiamat.
"Are you insane!" The first shout rang.
"You can't kill Tiamat!" The second explained the absurdity of Aurum's statement.
"Get the F**k out of here!" The third one explains what the patrons wanted out of the Knight.
Then after that they just throw insults and slurs like questioning the sexuality of the Knight. When that was not enough the patrons started throwing things at Aurum From foods to beer bottles. Fortunately this is where having an armor actually comes in useful. He didn't even need to activate his Aura as the bottle simply broke upon contact.
"Art thou done with thy foolishness?" Aurum calmly states as all manners of debris clutter the floor near him and on his self.
"How much you paying?" One dissenting voice comes from the back corner of the room. The man sitting in the corner is a lot older than he is, probably the same age as his father. He also wore a suit of armor albeit tattered and dirty unlike Aurum's shiny golden armor. But Aurum notices that the man sitting is also a warrior like himself by the looks of it and he has probably been in a few fights himself.
Aurum walks towards the corner of the room to meet the person. "Two millions Lien. If thou accept thine request then thine will give thee half and the rest afterwards."
The amount that was offered caused an immediate shift in the atmosphere inside the tavern. "Two millions... Why so generous, sir knight?"
"Thine would not asketh thou to risk thy life on a pittance." Aurum simply stated.
"How very noble of you, sir knight. Very well we will depart immediately." The man grabbed his glass and immediately down the entire thing.
Some times later.
"So, sir knight I was wondering?" The guide subtly gesturing to the Knight behind him.
"Thou may ask thine a question." Aurum gives him permission.
"Thank you, sir knight. May I ask who I currently have the pleasure of conversing with? Because we were not properly introduced back there."
"Very well thy suppose thou deserve to know. Thine name is Aurum Arc. Son of Jaune Arc.
"You're Jaune's son?" The guide was surprised upon hearing Jaune's name.
"Thou knoweth my father?" Aurum's eyes widened.
"You have no idea... Still. He became a hero and he had a kid? Good for him I guess."
"What was thine father were like back then?" Aurum asked the guide again.
"... I'm sorry I can't."
"Prithee tell thine why not?"
"Because there's no use in telling someone who's about to die." The guide then loudly whistles.
Aurum immediately stands at the ready preparing for what comes next. At first he saw one person appearing from the bush, then two, three, four until finally there were twelve of them. All of them are more dirty and tattered than the last. Noticing that he is now surrounded he finally draws his sword while the rogues cackle in the background.
