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The Journey Through Anandor (Part 4)
Description: Their previous day went very smoothly. In fact, maybe a little too smooth. The pair, Leptos and Morte', have both received new weapons from this mysterious Old Man. Early in the morning however, when the two woke up, they found the old man was gone, nowhere to be seen. As well as their weapons.....
Leptos grabs Morte' by the throat and pushes him against the wall. "You what?!" he yells angrily, choking Morte'. Morte' gasps for air, trying to choke out a reply. "I...... Sold....... Them....." he manages to say before Leptos tosses Morte' to the opposite wall angrily. "The hell were you thinking?! Those weapons were rare! Beyond rare!" he exclaims, grabbing a nearby stick and poking it into Morte's stomach. Morte' looks up at Leptos fearfully, sitting on the floor with a stick poking at his stomach hard. "That must be why they sold so nicely." Morte' manages to grin before the stick is swung across one cheek, then the other, causing two large red marks to form. "This is no less than sabotage, and I have killed everyone that's done that to me." Leptos says angrily, looking deep into Morte's eyes. Morte' looks back stubbornly, determined to die fighting back. Leptos walks out of the house, Morte' following. The house is in the middle of a wheat field, and spotting a road would be very difficult. Leptos growls angrily, turning around. "If you manage to cut me even a little before I kill you, then I may let you live." Leptos says, pointing to the weapons the Old Man had given Morte'. Morte' grins, knowing Leptos only has his staff to fight back with. He charges towards Leptos with the dagger he got from the Old Man, and Leptos just pushes his staff forward, hitting Morte' square in the jaw and causing him to fall back, dropping the knife. Leptos steps up to Morte' and puts the staff end against Morte's neck. "Last words?" Leptos asks, prepared to shove the staff into Morte's throat, which would cause him to choke on his own Adam's Apple. Morte' looks up at Leptos, growling at how easily he was taken down. He grabs the staff and pushes it towards Leptos. Leptos, having not expected this, gets hit in the face with his own staff. Morte' immediately takes the time to spin himself around in the grass and scratch Leptos's leg with his nails. Leptos looks down angrily, Morte' just smiling up at him. "I win." he says, before taking a boot in the face from Leptos. Morte' just laughs it off and grabs his knife from the floor. Leptos growls at him. "Next time you'll actually have to hurt me." he says angrily, not liking that he's still paired up with a traitor. Morte' just jingles his bag of gold from having sold Leptos's swords. Morte' now has 210 gold in total. "Don't you go spending that on women now, you hear?!" Leptos says, yelling at Morte' because he knows how he is. Morte' just shrugs. "They'll just come to me without the money." he says, dodging a punch from Leptos. They both walk back in the house, exhausted after a day of fighting. They go in their seperate rooms and lock the doors, finding themselves soon in a deep sleep. But wait........ Isn't it the middle of the day...........?
The Journey Through Anandor (Part 3)
Description: Finally, Leptos has found a village in which he can rest, eat, and relax. However, he was unable to relax after catching a town thief who was attempting to steal from him. Morte', the thief, failed to overpower Leptos outside the inn, and they both ended up with a wound. But there are things much worst than wounds that they will soon experience.....
Leptos awakes the next morning, rubbing his head as he gets up off the bed. Usually he always dreams, but the only thing he can remember is the night before's dream. He gets up and changes the bandages on his stomach where Morte' had stabbed him. "I should have killed him." Leptos says to himself angrily, finishing patching himself up. He walks out of his room, bamboo stick and bag in hand. He spots the thief, already downstairs flirting. "Hey there, I was awfully lonely last night. It's a shame you didn't come join me, but don't fret! There's always tonight!" he says, the lady giggling in response. Leptos grabs Morte' by the back of his shirt and drags him out of the inn. At first when Morte' looked back, he was angry, then when he saw who it was, his skin turned pale and he just let his arms fall and legs dangle, giving up on life and taking in what breaths he had left. When they got outside, Leptos set Morte' on his feet, and Morte' nearly fell over. "You will come with me on my travels." Leptos states plainly. He knows that all the man carries with him is 5 gold, a bag of some kind of darts, a Knife, and a flask of ale. Morte' looks around then back at Leptos. "Whats to stop me from running?" he asks. Leptos shakes his head. "The fact that you won't get far." he replies. Morte' grins and stands up straight. "And if I say no?" he asks, proudly, thinking that noone can force him to go anywhere as long as the law is in place. "Then I will drag you by your ankles all the way to the next town. The Sheriff said he will turn the other cheek as long as you are out of here by today." Leptos replies sternly. "I went and talked with him while you were busy flirting." Leptos adds. Morte' suddenly loses all pride and just stands there, thinking. Attacking will result in a loss, Running will get him severely hurt, and accepting could either show him good things or bad things about the man whom he is with. He could find out more about this man and then use his weakness against him. "I'll go with you." he says, nodding. Leptos smiles. "Good, then let's start walking." he says, walking out of town. Morte' runs to catch up to him. "Walking? Aren't we going to take horses?" he asks, and Leptos just laughs. "Do you have enough money for even one horse?" he asks. Morte' thinks for a moment while searching his pocket. "A good horse costs about 15 gold...... Plus feeding the thing..... Another 5 gold per day......... And I only have 5 gold left........" the thief thinks. "No." he states, groaning as he looks ahead and sees nothing but road for what must be miles. Leptos smiles at his new companion, knowing that they are going to have an interesting time at things.
Morte' collapses in the dirt, his feet so tired and blistered. Leptos stops and looks down at him. "We aren't there yet." Leptos says, rather annoyed at his companion. Morte' just lays there, grumbling. "I can't walk any further..... Kill me now...." he says, face down in the dirt. Leptos sighs. "As you wish." he says, taking his bag off his staff and raising the staff high in the air above Morte'. Morte' quickly scrambles onto his feet and cowers. "I was kidding!" he exclaims. Leptos grins at him and puts the bag on his staff again. He then continues walking forward, Morte' quickly trying to catch up. "Will we be stopping at an inn tonight?" he asks, tired of walking. When Leptos shakes his head, Morte' quickly turns around and tries to run away. Leptos sighs and turns around, before pulling his staff back and tossing his bag off it at high speed, causing it to hit Morte' in the back of the head. Morte' gasps and falls forward, face planting with the bag lying on top of his head. Leptos walks up to him and retreives his bag, putting it back on his stick. He nudges Morte' with his shoe, and Morte' doesn't move at all. Leptos then lifts Morte's body up and tosses him over his shoulder. He then continues walking, his feet used to walking long distances.
Morte' awakes soon, finding himself lying on a bed alone, as always. Except..... He didn't know this place. He gets up and walks out of the small room, and looks around at the wooden house. He spots Leptos sitting in a chair facing what appears to be an old man. He walks forward and sits next to Leptos on the couch. "This is a marvelous weapon. Where did you get it?" Leptos asks, examining a very sharp one-handed sword. Morte' just stares at it, not finding how it's amazing. It looks like just any old sword, except maybe a little bit more sharp and clean. "That sword was one of my favorite. Made of pure --- ------" Morte' doesn't quite understand what the old man just said, all he understood was Made of pure- and then sound seemed to stop, but then returned when the man's lips stopped moving. He sits back, just watching them. "Really?! Wow. I have never met anyone who has made a --- Sword, fought with it, and then lived to tell the tale. These things are extremely rare, especially in this good of condition." Leptos says, gliding his hand over the smooth surface. "I have another one in the back." The old man says, grinning. Leptos quickly gets up and returns a moment later with another, exact copy of the sword. "Wow. May I..... May I pull it out?" Leptos asks, slightly worried. The old man nods slowly. Leptos slowly sets down one sword and then grabs hold of what appears to be the blade of the other sword and removes it, the sharp silver sheath revealing underneath it an even sharper green sword. It casts off a light green glow around it, and it has runes etched onto the flat of the blade. "Who are you?" Leptos asks, looking at the old man. The old man smiles and shakes his head. "I'm just an old man, I don't bother sharing my name, or my story." he says. Leptos takes the sheath and puts it back on, the green glow disappearing beneath it. Leptos nods. "This is remarkable, as well as you. Would you like me to put them back where I found them?" he asks, getting up with both swords with their sheaths on in his hands. The swords are the same height as the floor to Leptos's stomach, and the same width as half a pinky, and at the point where it gets sharper, it's the size of half a fingernail. It can cut straight through steel, as if it was butter. The old man smiles. "You can keep them." he says. Leptos tries to argue, but the old man raises his hand and shoos Leptos off. "I'm old, and I no longer have a need for it. But you. You can, and will, have a need for it. Now get off to bed, it's dark out." he says. Leptos bows gratefully and heads to a bedroom, closing and locking the door to go to bed. Morte' sits there on the couch, not quite understanding what happened. The old man smiles and reaches behind his chair, pulling out a large bag. He tosses it to Morte'. As Morte' searches the bag, he finds 5 more gold, 5 kunai, and a very sharp dagger. It's just steel, but it's very, very sharp. "Why would I need-" he starts, but the old man interupts him too. "You'll be helping him soon." is all he says before getting up and heading to his room, doing the same as Leptos. Morte' just closes the bag, shocked at the old man's generosity and Leptos's ignorance to Morte' getting up. He gets up and heads back to his room, doing the same as everyone else, finding that it'd be easier to go with what Leptos is doing. He can't help but feel as if he's in way over his head however......
The Journey Through Anandor (Part 2)
Description: After a long day of traveling, Leptos has decided to stop at a seemingly harmless spot along the road. He may not look like much to the average person, but he is a very skilled fighter, possibly even the best. But that will be decided soon, as we continue following him through his journey...
A blazing ball of fire hurls towards the ground, hitting the earth and causing a wave of dirt to erupt from the ground. Several more hit the ground near the same area, all aiming for one person: Leptos. Leptos dives out of the way as a fireball nearly hits him. The explosion causes Leptos to fly through the air farther than intended, and he hits the ground with a thud. As he looks where the fireballs are coming from, he notices a group of men in long cloaks all in a line facing him. He watches as they each conjure up their own fireballs. "That must be where they are coming from!" he thinks to himself, diving and rolling out of the way of more balls. He draws both his swords and charges at the group of mages, changing course only to avoid the incoming projectiles. Right as he nears the mages, a group of Orc warriors jump up and out from a trench, causing Leptos to stop and access the numbers. A good 15 of them, and all carrying a rather large weapon. He looks behind him, noticing he's alone against them. "Not the best situation to be in..." he thinks to himself, going into a defensive stance as they all charge at him. The first Orc comes, slamming a large club in the dirt where Leptos once stood. The next moment, the orc is lying on the ground bleeding out, two stab marks where his eyes should be. The rest finally start showing up, five surrounding Leptos. Two rush forward, swinging their clubs, which Leptos avoids by waiting until the last second, then dropping to the ground as the Orcs' clubs hit eachother where they would have connected with Leptos's body. The force of the swings cause the weapons to break and splinter, and stunning the Orcs momentarily. Leptos takes this moment to spread both his arms and shove a sword through both of the orcs' chests, puncturing their hearts and dropping them to the ground. Leptos pulls his swords out just in time as an Orc with a very large broadsword swings at him. He rolls out of the way, but not before receiving a gash on his back, causing a fairly large amount of blood to begin falling out of him. Leptos grunts and kneels on the ground for a moment, facing the orc. Another comes from behind him, weilding the same weapon. Both Orcs swing at Leptos, one swinging downwards to where Leptos kneels, and one swinging above Leptos, in case he tries to jump out of the way. With a grunt, Leptos pushes himself forward with his feet, making sure to stay low enough for both Orcs to miss. As he rushes forward, he shoves both swords out in front of him, and when he can no longer run forward, he looks up at the Orc, who has now been impaled by the swords. The Orc's sword drops to the ground, and soon, the Orc himself falls, Leptos pulling out his swords and turning around to face the other Orc. He tosses his sword forward with great speed, the Sword plunging itself into the Orc's skull. For a moment, the Orc does nothing, blinking. Then he reaches up and grabs hold of the sword, roaring with pain as he pulls it out, and the second it's out, he falls to the ground, dead. Leptos grunts as the loss of blood begins to take it's effect on him, causing him to be slower than usual. He grabs his sword and turns to face the other orcs, who have taken positions infront of him. "10 of them left." he grunts, knowing he won't survive them in his current condition. He charges forward, both swords in hand, right as a Fireball hits the crowd of Orcs, tossing their bodies all over the landscaping, along with Leptos, who lands on his back at the ground with a thud. He attempts to get up, but his body just won't do it. The lack of blood finally having gotten to him. He looks up at the sky, admiring the night and all of it's twinkling stars. Eternal Bliss. His peace is interrupted as a large Fireball can be seen coming straight at him from the sky. Leptos just lays there, accepting fate, knowing it'd be better to die there enjoying the moment rather than panic and attempt to survive even though he knows he won't. The fireball hits the ground where Leptos lays, exploding the ground and tossing it everywhere. Leptos feels the heat of the fireball reach his body, and he just lays there smiling, until finally a special kind of darkness washes over him, enveloping him in a wave of cold.
Leptos wakes up, squinting at the sun as it smites him with it's bright rays. He looks around, noticing his campfire has gone out. He shivers slightly, oddly cold despite the sun being high in the sky. Leptos gets up, stretching and then packing up camp, leaving the sticks, leftover grass, and stone rocks there. He sighs, stomach rumbling. "If only I could find a nice inn, then I could eat." he mumbles, tossing the bamboo stick over his shoulder and continueing on the dirty road. Several hours pass of non-stop walking until he finally spots a small little town off in the distance. He quickens his pace, his stomach reminding him of what he needs most. After an hour more, he reaches the village of Londolo. "What a strange name." Leptos says outloud. He walks to the nearest building, which just happens to be a Tavern. As he walks in, he gets a few stares. He looks down at his clothing and realizes why people are staring. He's wearing a pure white wool shirt, with a rip in the front that goes down his chest and stops just above his stomach. He's also wearing dark brown trousers, which are atleast in good shape, which can't be said the same for his other items. He walks up to the counter, ignoring the several stares. "I would like a loaf of bread please." Leptos says to the woman at the counter. The lady nods and brings him bread very quickly, slightly scared of the man before her. "Thank you." Leptos says, paying her 3 gold coins, which she gladly takes and puts it away. Leptos sits down at the counter and sets his stick down next to him. He takes his bag and puts the remainder of his gold in his pocket, totaling to 17 gold. He sighs as he takes the bread and begins chewing on it whole, his stomach replying with satisfaction. He puts his bag on the back of his chair, returning back to his bread. What he didn't know however, was that the town had it's own little thief. Morte' was the thief's name, and he was known to steal from people every now and again. What he did with the money, no one knew. No one in town would give him anything, and since they could never prove him guilty of stealing because he was always poor, then they couldn't kill him, therefor he could roam the town free. Well, Morte' noticed the traveler enter the inn, and he stepped right into action. Looking around quickly and finding that no one was watching, he got up and went behind the traveler's seat, reaching up to steal the bag. Leptos feels the chair move slightly, and he looks back to see Morte' trying to steal his bag. He grabs his stick and jabs Morte' backwards, forcing him onto the ground. "Get away from my things." Leptos commands in a booming voice, causing everyone to look over. Morte' looks around at all the attention and he quickly scrambles out of the inn, scared to death of what they'd all do to him if he had stayed. Leptos turns back around and continues eating. When he gets halfway through, he puts the half a loaf of bread into his backpack for later. He refills his water flasks for another gold, leaving him at 16. He gets up and walks out of the inn, and he is immediately confronted by a knife to his throat and pulled into an alleyway. "Think you can get away from me? Overpower me?" Morte' asks angrily, kicking Leptos's supplies away. "Well we'll see about that!" Morte' says, laughing as he sticks his free hand into Leptos's pocket of gold. Leptos quickly brings his fist around, punching Morte' in the side before he can bother to move the knife to slice his throat. "And did you think you were going to steal from me?" Sighs Leptos, kicking Morte' backwards into the dirt. Morte' gets up and charges at Leptos, ducking as Leptos swings his fist again, avoiding it. Morte' shoves the knife into Leptos's stomach, and Leptos growls and grabs hold of Morte' by the throat. Leptos lifts Morte' off the ground, choking him with one hand, as he uses his other hand to pull the knife out. Leptos takes the knife and stabs Morte' in the leg, causing Morte' to groan and lose more breath. "Next time you stab someone, try to kill them. Don't try to injure them." Leptos suggests, groaning at his new wound. He tosses Morte' to the dirt right before he passes out. Morte' quickly gasps for air, pulling the knife out of his leg when he manages to do so. Leptos grabs his things and goes back into the inn, talking to the lady and ordering a room for the night, handing her 5 gold, leaving him at 11 gold left. Morte' walks up to the lady at the counter and winks. "Hey lassy. I am in need of a room to spend my long, boring nights. But feel free to come and join me, I could use the company." he says. The lady rolls her eyes at him. Morte' hands her 5 gold. "You'll get an extra 2 for yourself if you come join me tonight." Morte' says, but the lady takes the 5 gold and shakes her head. "That's alright, you can keep that for your other women." she says, walking away. Morte' shrugs and heads up to his room, which is right across from Leptos's. After spending the 5 gold, Morte' only has 5 gold left. Immediately as he enters his room, he goes and begins patching up his leg to stop the bleeding, the pain of it finally hitting him hard. Meanwhile, Leptos sits on his bed, his wound all patched up. Within an hour of staring up at the roof, he falls asleep, his usually hyper active mind at rest. Morte' stays up longer downstairs, flirting with the women to try and get atleast one to join him in bed tonight. After failing miserably, he goes back to his room and lays down, falling asleep within seconds.
The Journey Through Anandor (Part 1)
Description: This story is based on Anandor, a continent in which imaginations are real. Things you could only see in dreams live here, both good and bad: Alliance and Horde. Anandor has been the place where the two sides have fought for generations upon generations, a never ending battle with both sides struggling to survive against eachother as they slowly kill eachother off. There have been few beings that could turn the tide of the war, but they were killed off quickly by their enemy. However, there is one man who has survived all the battles that fate has set before him. One man that has the power to save everyone. One man that must end the lives of many more in order to bring peace to the land of Anandor. His Journey starts here......
Leptos wipes his brow with his free hand, the sun's blazing hot rays striking his body like a bull. He adjusts the brown bamboo staff upon his shoulder, which at the end of it carries a small brown bag. Inside the bag are his supplies: 20 gold coins, 2 Flasks of Water, and a small wooden flute. He finds a small log next to the dirt road that he has been traveling on for ages, finding no one else the entire walk. He sits down at the log and looks around at his surroundings as he takes a drink from one of his flasks of water. There is tall grass as far as his eye can see, and a few tall trees sprinkled in every now and again. From what he can tell, he may end up setting up camp by the road again tonight, which isn't a pleasant experience. The night before, he had gotten horrible bites on his legs from Mosquitos the size of his hands. Leptos runs his hand through his dark brown hair, causing the wetness of his hair to form a sprinkle of water infront of his face, cooling him off ever so slightly. He decides this would be as good a spot as any to make a camp, considering there may not be a more comfortable seat further along the road. He begins setting up camp, using the grass around him as fuel for the fire. He then takes two twigs from around the log and uses a few rocks to form a small ring around where he plans on the fire taking place. Leptos then takes the twigs and grass, placing the grass inside the ring, and the twigs on the grass. He rubs them together, as quickly as possible, grunting at the twigs as little branches that were growing off them begin to break through his skin, causing a trickle of blood to run down both his hands from the palms. Adventually, a small fire starts at the base of the sticks, which makes Leptos immediately stick his head down and blow softly on it, making the fire grow bigger and bigger, adventually filling the ring of rocks. Leptos tosses the sticks in the fire and gathers a lot more grass, seeing how it burns very quickly. After getting enough grass to last him the rest of the day and hopefully all of the night, he sits back on the log, exhausted. He decides he'll just have to put up with the Mosquitos again tonight, even though he doesn't like the idea one bit. Leptos reaches into his bag and pulls out his wooden flute. He looks up to the sky, realizing after all his work, it has become night, with the full moon rising high in the sky. He looks down at his flute and begins to play a tune. "The light comes, conquering all evil. The Dark comes with their infested Weevils. Stuck in between, their worlds at a stop, There is a color in between, who always comes on top." He says to himself, looking into the fire. He puts his flute back in the bag, and fuels the fire once more, before laying down in the dirt. He clutches his bag close to him, knowing that although he hasn't found anyone, doesn't mean there isn't anyone. While gazing into the fire, his eyelids slowly begin to fall, until finally he sees nothing, only pich black as he falls into a deep slumber.