The Unorthodox Being

I Smell Blood

Capital of Varaxia, Varaxian swamp oceans.Two Months later, the Month of Tember. "WE ARE!!" "VARAXIANS!!!!!!", Jaml ran at the head of his Squad in full gear, accompanied by his longsword Askarot, standard rank issue shield, and a medicine pouch. The Co led the charge on his horse, carrying a checkered red and white flag with two crossed black swords. It was the pride of the Varaxians. Producing a stark contrast against the crude totem pole the Maraui savages carried. These people were fierce warriors nonetheless and were a threat to the peace of neighboring hamlets.Flag of Varaxia

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............................................Jaml took a moment of reprieve with his soldiers before marching to the Mess Hall. They proceeded in a manner befitting of an army, with order and discipline. One of Jaml's soldiers delivered an order for him and the other Sl's of the Unit to meet Uo.Marv Bab, for a debrief of their next mission. Jaml went to the mess hall and ate. Finished with his meal he left to train his aura usage. At the Mustering Grounds, Jmal challenged a few of the soldiers present, winning all of his fights. These easy victories caused Jaml to wish for a better opponent, but unknowingly he might come to regret that wish.An hour later at 3:00 Noct in the afternoon, Jaml and the other SLs of the unit sat in the office that would host their meeting with the Uo. "Good (1^)imnoct to you fellows." Jaml and the others present rose to greet Uo. Bab, "Sit. You should have all been informed of the situation in the Stal area. It is important to be prepared for the worst, as we have a chance of running into beastmen." Jaml, eager to start the mission, fiddled with his sword as the Uo spoke. At 4:00 noct, Jaml and party left with the Uo, marching to Stal. They arrived at 6:00 noct with the help of (2^)Hornia drawn industrial carriages. On arrival, Uo Marv Bab split the unit into two, Jaml and another Sl called Tiviet were one group. Jaml and company were patrolling some target regions in the area outside of Stal when an explosion occurred in the distance. Thinking quickly Jaml sent a soldier to inform Uo. Bab as well as the other group. He ordered for weapons to be drawn as they chased in the direction of the sound. Crossing paths with the nearby Tiviet squad, they continued to run for 15 minutes and soon broke through the treeline and what greeted them was a sight no one would forget.Varaxia, Forest of JuinTwo Months earlier, Juy, 1:45 Noct.Avlon awoke to the cooling sensation of an ethereal energy running through his body. It was calming and possessed a type of warmth. Avlon looked around for the source, the guilty party, the strange-looking sphere those creatures tossed to him. He was unsure as to what it was, but it appeared to store something, possibly nar. It was a dark green sphere with lines of dark colours swirling on its surface.

Although the sphere's energy was slowly mending his body, this healing was minuscule and passive. Filled with pain, Avlon struggled to get up, planning to apply some better medicines, a more thorough treatment, and find a way to alleviate his mental tension. It was surprising to him that those creatures didn't kill him as he was expecting to wake up in (3^)Kisoneora. He picked up the sphere, it began to shinning brightly. Startled, he dropped it, only for it to suspend itself in midair. Avlon drew Bloodshed and attempted to cut the orb, to his surprise it shattered, the fragments absorbed by the dagger causing it to radiate.

~hummm~ A low humming sounded resounded as it flashed in a myriad of colours before returning to its original state. He subconsciously noted that the new patterns his blade got from the worksmith probably caused this. Taking in the destruction the mastiff's transformation caused, Alvon thanked (4^)Juni for mercy.

He walked forward grimacing as he walked, still feeling the pain from the near-death encounter with Rachid. The stress of the high-stakes battle and running for roughly 6 sonen was destroying his body. Stumbling to his outcropping he clenched his teeth under the merceless blaze of (5^)Iluio, the trees however provided some much-needed shade. Gathering the scattered fur of the Mastiff he smiled slightly thinking of the gloves or coat he could have made from them. Casting his gaze on a pile of teeth left behind, Avlon strung together a necklace, and though it was crude, he felt a small pulse of wild power. Filling his pouch with water from the nearby stream, he went on his way trying to regain a sense of direction. Avlon had trekked through the forest as a sonen slipped by. Beginning to despair, Avlon sat down. With no map, he was left in a tragic situation, Still tired and sore from his fight with Rachid the Mastiff, Avlon nodded to sleep under some trees near the stream.

"Hurry up, the caravan moves at 2:30 Noct and we need to prep to raid or Graz will have our heads." Avlon awoke to the chatter of people, he bore witness to a force of about 100 men. They were armed with bows, swords, and shields and marched on the opposite bank of the stream. A few stopped to fill their pouches. Avlon, fortunately, was hidden by the foliage and was missed by the small army. After they departed, Avlon went to stream to wash his face, only to see a group of armed men coming down the bank. (6^)"Has Fatry closed her eyes.!" Alvon turned to run but slipped, alerting the men of his presence. "Why has (7^)Mother Garda blessed us with a child, we haven't been very good now have we.?" one said sarcastically. Noticing the well-crafted bow on Avlon's back as well as the heavy pouch on his right hip greed filled their eyes(most people wear their money pouch on their right hip). "I will deal with the child, we will discuss how to split the profits later." one bandit said as he walked forward sword drawn. The bandits all laughed as they approached Avlon, " Hurry and kill him quickly, we need to catch up to the main force, Graz will kill us if we aren't there for the raid." spoke one of the smarter looking bandits, seemingly the leader of the group. Having faced the Mastiff not too long ago Alvon cursed (8^)Fatry under his breath for his shitty luck. The bandit in the lead rushed towards him, and a ghastly figure appeared again, almost tracing out the battle's trajectory. Following this path, Avlon drew his concealed dagger to trade blows with the bandit surprising all who watched. Avlon ducked under a swing, gritting his teeth at the pain in his ribs, before lunging with great speed to pierce the bandit in the throat. Although this bandit could be considered a decent fighter and could have blocked the attack he had underestimated Avlon too much. Drawing his knife from the skull of the dead bandit, he put on an apathetic expression. " I have killed one, so why not a few more? HAAAAAAAhAAAA" "ALFERDON HAS COME!!!".

(1^) Imnoct- Good afternoon (2^)Hornia- a horse-like beast with horns, it is a well-favored mid-quality labor beast.(3^)Kiseoneora- Aflerdon's place of judgment. (4^)Juni is a goddess of the forests, nature, etc. So he is thanking her for mercy/grace/protection in the forest.(5^)Iluio- god of the sun, fire, vengeance, and wrath. Since he is the god of the sun, the sun is called Iluio in this world.(6^)Meaning- is there no justice or how is this fair.?(7^)Goddess of mercy, blessings, and childbirth.(8^)Goddess of fate, destiny, etc.

Rachid's Core

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