The alchemist's journey.

Departure

Artimus somber in thought about what is to come, finally meets the three people he will be accompanied by on his way to deliver the blade of of some significance to the kingdom of Aeon. The first member of the crew. Her name is Luna, bow slung around her torso and a quiver full of arrows. She is a beautiful person, truly. Her blonde hair waivering down her shoulders like white golden rivers, her eyes a peircing pale blue. Next up is Markus, a brute of a man. A mahogany hue of skin with carven muscles covered in a bronze assortment of armor. His eyes those of a predator on the hunt, his hair was long and brown. And last but not least was Magnus. He is average height and toned. No real discerning features were seen, almost flawless. He spoke finally, a deep tone bellowed from his mouth. "Hello Artimus, are you ready to head out?" Artimus, still in shock of all three of them eventually said yes.

As they head outwardly on their journey, Artimus is taking in all the sounds he is going to miss. The sound of children playing, people bartering at the market, and the sight of that mysterious central tower in the heart of the city. Birds sang their songs as Luna finally speaks to him. "So what's your specialty, Artimus, is it?" He looked at her, "yes that's my name, I'm an alchemist." Luna looks him up and down, "you don't look like an alchemist to me, but what do I know." Shrugging her shoulders and smirking at him. Nervously he laughs it off not knowing what to make of it. "Luna! Stop picking on the poor man we may need his help if we are to be injured, or in need of wine" joked Magnus.

Half the day has gone by now and Artimus hears non of the usual sounds from his beloved city and more importantly his shop. It is all foreign to him. Hearing the ever prevailing Footfalls of his companions he is at least in a calm state, and able to view the area around him.

He sees wide mountain ranges, valleys, and fields of wild animals. The air smelled sweeter, although he was hoping the sweet smell would be Luna. Flowers of many shapes, colors and importance were wildly abundant. He watches as a butterfly lands onto one of the wild marigolds, the butterfly while beautiful looked unfamiliar. It was majority red with it's structural frame a deep black. The pattern on its wings were jagged and nearly traingular. For now though he just wants to keep up with the crew and save this strange accurance for pondering later.

As night begins to fall the four members stop to make camp for the night. Tents were posted with make shift walls on one side to keep drafts at bay and hold some of the heat from the fire. Markus hunched over to Luna whispering something into her ear. She laughed while looking at Artimus. Magnus, upon seeing the behavior just shakes his head with a smirk. "What are they laughing at?" Artimus asked Magnus. "They're laughing because they can see something you failed to." Artimus thinks about his words, and simultaneously feeling a breeze hit between his legs. Embarrassed he closes his legs, he had forgotten that his button to his flap was unbuttoned. He hurriedly went to the tent to get some sleep. Fire crackling and two of the three still cackling he closed his eyes.