Midnight Madness.

Blood Soaked Soil

With a low creek, the door softly opens revealing X in tattered up overalls covered in dirt and soil. Looking down on his hands, he remembers his discussion late at night with mama Abigale.She led him to a massive tunnel system adjacent to the settlement about 3 kilometers away, It leads to several other settlements under the major cities, allowing almost safe passage to humans to trade and escape in case of an attack.

But recently these tunnels have been blocked off, several incidents with ghouls, lycanthropes and several other types of undead caused a massive dive in human numbers.

"Well, a farmer's job is to exterminate the pests that ruin his farm." He looks down at his holsters that are still harnessed to his sides. The ornate white gold demon tears, and the deep ebony death rose. Then he glances over to a coat hanger holding his rusted, cracked and unmatchably dull sword.

"Ehhhhhhhhhh. These will hinder me more than anything else." Rubbing his temple he takes up the swords and walk out again, making sure not to disturb the two sleeping ladies. Walking in the lively, bustling settlement. Watching all merchants offering and shouting their best sellers, while costumers haggle for a better price. X stops in front of an armory, several basics weapons rest in a rack at the front of the massive open tent. While the inside of the tent is violently warm caused by the furnaces heating metal.Looking around, X spots a massive man, roughly 6'5. With a short dirty blonde pony tail and a sand-ish skin complexion, and a braided massive beard. "Huh, just like in the catalog."With a charming, deep voice "I beg your pardon?" The man looks at X, questioningly. X tilts his head, looking at the man. "Anyway, I came here for business." The man straitens his back and walks up to X, looking down on him.

"And what can I do for you red-lock?" Realizing who entered his shop, the man emphasizes on the distain in his voice. X cocks his eyebrow and then pull his rusted swords out from their sheaths, he pants them in the ground in front of him and looks up at the man.

"Holy mother of god." The man backs away a little and does the cross symbol across his chest. "What have you done to these swords!? What torture have you made them go through, to get to this state!?" The main holds his cross necklace and starts to pray.

With a 'what the fuck is going on' face, X looks at the man who has now picked up the swords and starts to inspect them. Several times X has opened his mouth to say something, but the display in front of him was so confusing, he couldn't find the right word for the situation. Clearing his throat, he rubs his head a little. "This is just a guess, you're a cleric aren't you?" The man looks back at X. "What gave it away?" The man asks half expecting to him to say because of his prayers. "Well a very deep underground settlement, with this many people and thus much noise and you haven't been swarmed by undead or demons. I would say that's a miracle." Sarcastically, he looks at the man shrugging off and then sitting down at the table where a bunch of blueprints and schematics to some weapons lay.

"What now? I don't think you'd go telling the rest of them, so why bring it up?" The man sits across from X. Tension fills the air, the bustling of the settlement drowns away by the concentration between the two. "Nothing, I just find it amazing that a cleric became a black smith. Hell, I love it, at least what you make of weapons can at least give you people a fight chance." The black haired man crosses his legs and looks at the cleric, smiling a sly smile. "What are you? You don't seem that bothered by the holy atmosphere of the shop, but at the same time you don't give off a sacred aura or holiness." Puzzled by the creature in front of him, the cleric squints a bit and picks up a flask. "Oh no." Before X reacts the man sprays X with the content of the flask which in results sizzles off of his skin as he recoils away. "Dear lord. What are you!?"