Paladins Pride

Wolves and Harvest Promises

Cross made a face of distaste, and he cleaned the blood off of his sword, with the metal quickly becoming normal again, as the blood of the wolves was removed from it.

"Stupid wolves." He grumbled. A pack of wolves had been harassing a village, and three people had already died, before his group had arrived to deal with them.

"Huh..." He said, turning around, ready to pull his weapon out, again.

Strange, for a moment, he had thought that he had felt someone watching him. It must be from the lack of sleep, since they did have to rush here.

He turned around, and headed back to the village. He had to check with them, to make sure that there were no more wolves.

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Epic hid the frown on his face, as he kneeled at the shrine that the villagers prayed at, for a good harvest. His past experiences had soured the idea of shrines, or rather worship in general, for him, but he did respect the fact that others still believed in a higher power, and would pray for their blessings.

For the sake of keeping the peace, he would bury his distrust, and reluctance to be here, to help them pray for a good harvest.

He didn't believe anymore, but who was he to spoil it for everyone else? He didn't have that right...

It was only for a few hours, and once he was done, he was free for the rest of the day, and tomorrow, the real work would begin. The villagers had high hopes that they would have enough excess harvest to make a decent profit at the markets, Epic hoped that was true. The last few harvests had not produced enough excess for them to sell at the markets.

Epic silently sighed, he hoped that Cross was having a better day than he was.

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He really was not having a good day, why the funk had no one sent for extra help, when they explained that there were dire wolves here too.

They were ten times more dangerous than normal wolves, and you usually wanted three squadrons to deal with them, not the one that they had originally sent for.

Joy.. just.. joy...

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Epic sighed, leaning against a bookcase as he rummaged through old records, having being cornered by the Elder, and press ganged, with some youths, into tracking down records for a visiting Lord, despite the fact that the Lord's projected path didn't go anywhere near their Town, and the fact that it was a glorious sunny day outside, and the youths just wanted to play.

The old man just wouldn't take the hint that Epic wasn't interested in being the next town priest, and Epic had the feeling that all of this was his way of forcing Epic to give into his demands, and keep the youths out of sight...

Maybe he should consider moving, Cross did say that the Moon Empire was founding a neutral Village, on land that was close to the divide between the two Empires... And they were looking for Monsters that could help them with that...

It would bring him closer to Cross...

"Hello, Epic!" A voice called from the entrance, speak of the devil, and Cross appeared.

"Cross!" Epic smiled, carefully putting the old records down. "Hi!"

"I haven't seen you for a while, so I came to visit you. I wanted to see if you wanted to see where the location of the neutral village will be." Cross grinned, walking over to Epic.

"I would like to see that." Epic smiled. "It will get me out of here, and into the sunlight. The Elder seems to think that a visiting Lord will visit us, when his projected path doesn't even come close to us."