The alchemist's journey.

The eternal gates

Finally after a lengthy week almost the group arrives to the gates of Aeon. The kingdoms walls glisten white, of polished granite they are also extremely strong. They begin to hear mechanical workings. The seemingly flawless steel gates open and amazingly there are four gates. Heavily armored Soldiers clad in a black steel and polished bronze uniform stood ready. Large spear in one hand and a full body shield in the other. "It's beautiful!" Artimus said aloud as the gates clamored open.

The group hurriedly walked inside the massive opening to reveal a huge kingdom teeming with life. The smells of fresh baked goods and meats on the fire filled the air. Their goal was to take it to the blacksmith but in this large of a city which blacksmith was the right one.

As they walked and walked Artimus looked all around him to soak in the sights. In a building ahead of them there was a second story window at first pitch black and uninteresting. Artimus however felt someone looking at him. He looked in all the crouds around him down the street but no one looking directly at him. He stopped and glanced back to that two story building and saw him. The figure in the blood red mask, unwaivering in his gaze. Artimus yelled to his companions to look at what he saw but they saw no one there. In an instant the masked figure was gone. "I think you're a little tired there Artimus, maybe we should rest before bringing the dagger to the smith." Artimus shook his head and wanted to complete the job.

The blacksmith's shop was the "Eternal Blade" a name worthy of the weapons forged there. Magnus was the first one to step into the shop, then Luna, then Artimus, and lastly Markus. Magnus asked the smith if he knew Daemus, the smith nodded in confirmation. "Here is the blade from Daemus sir!" Artimus said with exhaustion in his voice. The smith smiled and bowed thankfully while taking the blade. He unwrapped it to show a shimmering red and black Damascus dagger with a cherry grip and black spiked pommel. The group looked in awe, and as quickly as he verified it he wrapped it again.

It was late now and the group was heading towards the closet inn. The name was the immortal dream. It was warm, smelled good, and the food was by all means better than the rations the group ate on the way here. The inn keeper told them there were only three available rooms at the moment. "Well Luna, it looks like you're bunking with Artimus tonight." Magnus bellowed in his deep tone. Luna, aside from looking mad snapped a glare at Artimus and told him that he better keep his hands to himself.

As Artimus and Luna entered their shared space they saw it was very well made up. Artimus not even trying to fight for bed space in the slightest just sat on the chair by the small table and undid his pack. He grabbed his portable alchemy kit and began to brew different tinctures and potion type remedies. Luna laid on the bed looking at him. She was confused he didn't even try to fight for the bed.

She tried to sleep but the bubbling of brews and inconsistent tapping of tools kept her awake. "Are you done with that thing yet? I'm trying to get some sleep." Luna exclaimed. "Yes so sorry, how rude of me!" Artimus began packing up his things and newly crafted tinctures and such. He curled up on the floor next to her with his pack as his pillow and an extra blanket that was in the room already. "Good night Luna." Said Artimus with a smile. Luna just looked at him. And for some reason she didn't know what to say. She slowly drifted off to sleep awaiting the day to come.