Soulwielders Book One: Elemental

City of Thieves

Melora and I finally stumbled upon a Teleporter near the edge of town. Quickly we punched the location in and we were warped to Cleptier.

Cleptier itself wasn't much. There were lots of rundown brimstone buildings and groups of drunken Lizolis stumbling around.

This city couldn't afford a proper barrier so one lookout tower was stationed in the middle of the city as the only method of defense. It was a wonder that this city hadn't been overrun with monsters.

We aimlessly wandered the city, looking around for any signs of Lycitor. Then a random Lizolis stumbled out at a building and pointed at us. "Hey, you! You're a Soulwielder! You ain't welcome in this town!"

I looked at the lizard for a moment before raising an eyebrow. "What's a Soulwielder? I've never even heard of them."

The Lizolis opened his mouth to say something but closed it. "Hey who are you?"

Melora decided to step in on the conversation. "We're just two strangers."

The Lizolis found this satisfactory and stumbled back into his house. My expression turned sour. "They're so drunk that we could bring an entire legion of police here and they wouldn't notice."

"That just plays to our advantage. We just need to locate Lycitor, the fewer people bothering us the better." Melora said.

I agreed with her. Though after searching for a few hours I couldn't help but feel doubtful that he was in the small town.

"Where could he possibly be? I can't imagine Lycitor would drown himself in drinking." I murmured.

Melora scanned the area again. "Let's check inside of the bar. They might have at least heard about him there." I didn't like the idea of going into a room filled with raging drunks but we didn't have any other options.

The inside of the bar was about as chaotic as it got. There seemed to be a seating area sectioned off for the Lizolis who wanted to fight each other as they would just walk up to another lizard and punch them in the face. We silently elected to stay away from that area.

The Bartender looked exhausted and had sunken eyes, he seemed to never get a break from his job. "You two are minors? Man criminals just keep getting younger and younger." He shook his head.

"We aren't criminals. We're looking for someone named Lycitor." I told him.

The Bartender's eyes widened. "You're a Soulwielder, you've finally come to save us haven't you?"

"Uhh... What?"

He continued on, keeping his voice down to a low whisper. "Lycitor has been ruling this place from his palace just down by the ravine. He comes in whenever he wants and just takes supplies. The Great Fire Lord has finally taken pity upon us and blessed our humble town with a Soulwielder!" The man seemed to be close to tears.

Melora crossed her arms. "I'm here too ya know!"

This was all just filling me with more motivation. I would stop Lycitor once and for all and liberate this town and my friend's souls. "Don't worry, we will put a stop to him. I promise you that."

"Thank you, young warrior. You are a blessing." The Bartender said and he went to go serve some drinks.

"I guess you were right Melora. Now we know where Lycitor is." I said with a smile.

Melora nodded. "I'm done being on the run so let's finish this fight." We walked outside where a Soulwielder was waiting for us.

He was a large 30-40-year-old man with dark skin and huge muscles. His head was bald and about as bright as Fiorione's sun. He was dressed in a brown shirt and black pants so he looked like some sort of weird monk. The man's Soulwielding staff was in his hands, ready to fight.