Avilien: Tutorial islands

Devour

Nate looked upon Semors galleon with the crew of Daves preparing for departure. Sails were lowered as Nate walked the boarding plank behind his former teacher and mentor. He kept his fingers itchy and Bones remained on high alert inside his ribcage. Nate understood that he was now at Semors mercy should this little endeavour go south.

"Would you like to go to the captain's cabin? Or..." Semor looked at Nate who twitched his right hand as he stood on the deck.

"Ah yes, too small. If discussions break down I'd rather we not destroy the ship. Daves, fetch me a table and two chairs along with food and drink. Set sail for Nabbara island. Island sixty-four," demanded Semor with a wave of his hand.

As the Daves scurried about the anchor was cranked up and the galleon started to leave the dock.

"Must be quite important, this business. Are you serious Semor?" Nate cracked his neck from side to side as a table was brought out and placed in the middle of the deck near the large mast.

"What would it take for you to trust me and show my seriousness?" asked Semor as he took a seat at the table.

"Nate, in nanoseconds drew his scythe, leapt onto the table and pressed it against Semors throat. Zeult coiled away and Semor sighed.

"Go ahead. Delete me. If not, get off the table. Food will be but a moment," spoke Semor as Nate pressed the blade deeper into Semors skin.

From ear to ear Nate grinned. Semor had transformed. He didn't know when, but now his former mentor was interesting again. A lick of the lips and a wave of his arm, Nate dismissed his weapon.

"Changed quite a bit there, Semor," said Nate as he took a seat and slouched.

"No thanks to your efforts back in Islington. I bare no grudge. Because of you I was far better prepared for Avilien than most and saw the guild for what it is." Semor grabbed a white bone cup as black and white fur Daves started to place food on the table and beakers filled with drink.

"Oh, what is that you think you see?" Quizzed Nate as he reached for a huge breaded drumstick.

"Corruption and greed that is endless. Power-hungry maniacs that would rule the world under a twisted dictatorship," spat Semor as he filled the cup with sweet honeyed tea.

"I don't care for any of that," replied Nate. "You had the same goal as them so it is strange that the idea of it now pains you," scoffed Nate.

"As a minus, I get to see the other side of their illustrious world. And, if you don't care for any of that then why do you want to destroy them?" Semor sprung a deep hatred from Nate as he placed the half-eaten food down.

"They did something I will never forgive or forget. That is reason number two. Reason one is because I want to devour all of those that are strong. I desire battle. This is a game is it not?"

"If it is battle you crave then you will find plenty of it. Every zone is a warzone and the game hasn't officially started, no telling when it will. The island we are heading too will be great fun for you." Semor smiled.

"The island of Nebbara, what is there?" questioned Nate as he resumed eating.

"Fresh bones of our enemies. Corpse Collectors. Information brokers assure me that our guild master decimated several Devils there. The island is a vast headquarters for promising recruits. If the guild master sacked the place and moved on..."

"Than a strong relief team could be sent in. Depending on how bad they want the island back," said Nate.

"Nebbara spawns strong beasts that drop high-grade, but low-tier materials. They will want the island back and won't risk sending anything other than an undertaker. Undertakers being their elite like we have our numbers. They are strong and most of them are level twenty.

"Undertakers don't travel solo and their strength is on par with ours or even greater," explained Semor.

"Sounds like a fun place. Can't wait to arrive and meet these guys."

"Do we have a deal, Nate? Help me destroy the Court of Bones and I'll do anything you ask of me." Semor put down his cup.

"Wedo indeed have a deal. To a happy partnership." Nate raised the drumstick in the air and smiled.