“Visiting Master Falkor is a challenging pilgrimage.” Abraxas said, “I haven’t done it in quite some time.” The two traversed through the mountain pass before reaching the other side to witness the Eastern Domain below them. The icy rock feeling less harsh the further down it got until all evidence of the Northern Domain left them.
The blistering cold of the freezing wind and the onslaught of snow had been left behind as they descended down the rocky path, with each step granted a sense of determination, a will to accomplish their goals.
As they reached the floor the two looked around to see a forested path in front of them, not so much a dense forest but enough to conceal potential threats from their vision.
“The Geolith of the mountain attacked us here before the Jotnar intercepted to drive it back and soon after they led us through here.” Sigmund stated, “We can reach Ikol by taking this path.”
Abraxas kept a watchful eye on his surroundings, “Cagnazza and the Jotnar you knew are no longer here. The Jotnar may not be as welcoming as before so keep your wits about you Sigmund.” He explained in a serious manner, his hand keeping close to his blade handle.
The forest produced an eerie atmosphere, a feeling of apprehension and uneasiness as they slowly paced across the domain. It was early evening and the stars slowly crept into vision amongst the redness of the sunset, the rusty colours penetrating through the trees to the path below.
Sigmund felt slightly relaxed, a casual expression littered his face as he looked around at the trees. Abraxas on the other hand kept focused with his hand at the ready on his weapon, looking around with a stern expression whilst walking forward.
Green, vein littered leaves casually broke from the trees before descending slowly toward their muddy destination with some being picked up by the wind to take them elsewhere. A few leaves brushed past Abraxas whose vision blurred out of focus before honing in on a nearby shrubbery. In an instant his grip tightened before quickly drawing his blade but it was too late. Simultaneously various shadowy figures darted about the scene, quickly apprehending both Abraxas and Sigmund with a tough white rope.
Powerless they stood before a squadron of black clothed men and short silver blades pressing lightly against their necks. Abraxas moved his eyes to gaze at the floor, noticing a small talisman before sighing deeply and at that moment the talisman burst into flame causing a thick cloud of smoke to veil the area. As it subsided a man could be seen standing before them wearing similar black clothing with a katana at his waist.
“What do we have here, Abraxas of the Valkyrie?” The man questioned as he sneered, holding a hand out to the side as a second man pulled out a scroll from their waist before handing it over. Accepting the scroll he unravelled the thin rope that bound it before revealing its contents.
“Abraxas of the Valkyrie. Wanted for the destruction of Ikol fortress and the murdering of its inhabitants. Those in particular, Sayuri Kyudo and Kyle Ryuu. To be apprehended and taken to the Uronbus Courts for further questioning and discipline, failure to comply will result in an untimely death.” The man exclaimed as he read from the scroll before shutting it tight, looking onward at the men before him, “Well I think we can all agree that Lord Cagnazza is rather forward with his views.” He laughed as the second man got his attention.
“Warden sir we mustn’t take any chances with these people. I think we should execute them right away.”
Pushing him away with a giant grin on his face the Warden bellowed, “Don’t be such a killjoy! Besides we must obey our Lord Cagnazza otherwise we’ll be the ones to face the Courts!” turning away he nodded his head at the rest of the men, “Take that man as well, he might be an accomplice.”
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Sigmund - The Infernal Uprising
FantasyTHE SPIRIT REMAINS HIDDEN A long time has passed since the Grand Spirit Exchange. The Ultimate Spirit remains hidden and sealed from the world, under surveillance by the watchful eye of the Guardians. YET SOMETHING IS AMISS A movement has been not...