Scarlet Blade

A bolt flew past Marc's face, a smirk drawing on his face, he laughed at the idea the bandits truly thought they could hit the famed man. Slipping around the wall Marc threw a dagger piercing the heart of his foe, blood spurting out of his arteries, it was said he could never miss. Continuing through the Bandit's Headquarters Marc slew great amounts of bandits however, he was almost out of knives but the bandits were not out of brigands, he drew his bow the shadow steel glistening in the moon's rays, he slammed the last door down, the wood shattering, there was no-one to be seen in the room, Marc knowing better took a step into the room but not before leaping out suddenly sensing a trap, correct he had been in this assumption as seconds after his escape an axe was wedged between the planks composing the floor. The bandit had shown his presence and now it was Marc's time to strike, shooting three arrows simultaneously, only one hit its mark clearly this man was more trained than Marc had originally anticipated. Still no challenge for the legendary fighter as was evident in the brigand's quick takedown all it took were a few arrows and jabs from the one and only Marc.

Sitting down in the Inn all Marc could think of was how much he wanted to push all the Inn's Patrons off a cliff one by one. Despite this Marc knew he had to stay here to hopefully get some extra work, he decided to query the Innkeeper on the matter.

"Hay, got any work for me old man?"

"Huh?"

The Innkeeper looked confused as to who was speaking to him setting the glass he was cleaning down he looked up, seeing Marc he decided the man was able enough for the job.

"As it happens there happens be some sort of disturbance with a man and some friends of his in the Emerald Woods, he asked me if I could lead any patrons his way" The innkeeper revealed, he then proceeded to hand a scroll to Marc, whom grasped the object expecting to leave soon thereafter however it seems the innkeeper wasn't done.

"I'd like to warn you the man had this troubling aura about him, be careful." Taking his word in heed Marc set off to the man's house. 

Marc had finally arrived after a gruelling Train and a turbulent wagon ride. He looked up at the ominous house only now realising the man was filthy rich to lengths beyond anything he'd seen, he just hoped he wasn't stingy. Walking up to the door his Gear Imbued cloak ,a gift for graduating school, well at least his closest experience to school, swayed in the wind before shrinking to the size of a scarf, convenience at its best Marc thought. Knocking on the door as he was taking his hand away, the door sprung open, the butler standing in its place his penguin suit sitting perfectly in place, he welcomed Marc leading him to the living room where the portly gentlemen sat feasting on a roast like a rabid dog.

"Herro welcurm to my aborde"

The man had attempted to speak but with a mouth stuffed full of roast pork, it was proving difficult.

"Thank you for inviting me here" Marc replied.

"No problem, sit down, eat." The portly, bald man invited.

"No thank you I'd like to finish your job as soon as possible, if that's okay?" Marc denied.

The man looked taken aback obviously no one had turned him down "Oh well whatever suits you". "Basically the rundown of the mission is I have friends in a forest village, they've gone quiet as of recent and I'd like you to check on them and help them out if they're in... trouble." He explained in a bored expression.

"Alright I'll be on my way, be back soon with news, I hope it's good." Marc offered shortly before leaving.

Arriving at the forest's edge, Marc summoned his Scarlet Phoenix "Kimrin" hopping upon Kimrin's back Marc set off for the Village's Co-ordinates. Arriving he dismissed the Phoenix's presence believing he no longer needed it, how wrong he was, looking up from his comrades former position he noticed the towns lack of villagers and its strange overgrowth of mushrooms and thick vines breaking the bricks apart. All the overgrowth seemed to lead in one direction, following their lead he found a split path one that keeps going further into the town and one that stops relatively close by in an inn. Choosing the logical decision Marc heads to the Inn deciding to take caution he climbs upon a roof, sneaking to the Taverns windows he peers into the large structure noticing several seemingly lifeless figures, all looking to be overgrown similar to the building, vines wrapping around their limbs with large red-cap mushrooms growing off their heads like another brain. Finding an open window Marc readies his bow aiming for a mushroom stem aiming to shoot it off, hoping to cure their ailment. Firing the arrow, it makes a clear split through the stem, all the heads snap in his direction, their milky eyes peering into his heart. Suddenly they launched upon the lone archer, this is when Marc realised why this mission payed so much, but how could the missions distributor have known this? Marc had a suspicion he was set up, however this was no time for thinking and as such Marc leapt to the closest rooftop making his escape he knew he needed to hide, and quick.

As nightfall descended Marc peeked out of the door's cracked frame, checking to make sure his hunters were gone. He had noticed his lack of arrows this evening: he had forgotten to restock at town. He snuck throughout the town following the other trail of vines, seeing their end he noticed a mammoth, grand and beautiful structure before him crafted from the trunk of an Elder Forest Tree, the largest species, generally inhabited by elves. Bounding onto a house's roof he leapt from branch to branch, searching for an opening in the trunk, finding a hollow leading directly into the Hall, Marc spotted more of the Spore creatures huddled around a familiar silhouette... it was the portly man who distributed the mission, the liar! Marc felt beyond betrayed fuming he drew his rapier and folded in the hand guard creating a nice thin blade and handle. Drawing his bow he knocked his rapier, aimed at the Betrayer's skull and released, the blade pierced the air and then the man's skull, blood gushing, his brain falling out sloppily, separating on the floor. The vines and mushrooms withering and dying, Marc dropped down onto the floor below him, he stalked towards the corpse, reaching down he slid his blade out of the skull it was painted scarlet from the man's  blood, from now on he would be known as "Scarlet Blade".