Worlds of Lamethia: The Hunt

Riddle In The Night

It was cold and damp, moss grew on the side of the stone walls. Chains stretched out cuffing his wrist as he looked around the room. He felt another pulse of lighting him in the back, wretched in pain he screamed an awful scream. His muscles were firm, his jaw strong, his hair was stained from the recent incident.

"Are you ready to forget now, Mr. Grey?" A voice called out.

Yavier recognize the voice, but he couldn't place it. He looked up, "Never you Bastard!"

"Is that how you treat the men who saved your life!" The man replied, another bolt of lighting flowing through Yavier's body.

Yavier screamed again, waking from the horrible nightmare. It had seemed so real. Why couldn't he place the voice, and what was he trying to forget? Why was it so important? For the past month, he had been dreaming about this. It was still hard for him to absorb the new information that he had received. Jason was his pupil. Lilly was dead; yet here he was in a tent in a raining forest. Duty called.

Yavier couldn't come to terms with his assignment. He was hunting a salamander named Ralh, previously a pyromancer. His outlaw name was the Red Demon. It was funny how people associated villains they couldn't understand with such negative terms. The longer Yavier lived the more he asked himself, who is the real monster?

The mage hunter slowly raised his body from his bed. He grunted as he leaned over to grab some slated ham. It was his favor traveling food. He smirked as he took a bite.

"Hm, delicious eh Jason?" Yavier said aloud, as if there were other's around him.

He paused, realizing what he had just said. He scratched his head, trying to comprehend the situation. He looked at the salted ham once more, curious about it's 'strange power'. Some sort of habit he supposed. Jason must have hated salted ham... or liked it. Yavier couldn't help but smile, he was remembering things.

He gave out a sigh, before he began to make his way out into the cold rain. He hated this place. It was a realm where water and air met. Floating rocks, and endless streams. Waterfalls were common, too common. It was a fairy tale landscape to see, but an endless agony to travel through.

"Welcome to Noviichiah." Yavier said to himself, "A place of endless watery hell!"

Yavier enjoyed a swim as much as the next person, but this? This was way too much. He just wanted his feet to dry, was that too much to ask? He hoped not, or he was going to be miserable.

Yavier glanced at his damp map, looking to the nearest city to him. He pointed at the map, before another disappointing sigh left his mouth.

"Great, this is just great." Yavier complained, "Now I have to visit the pompous four-armed greedy, sons of bitches."

Even when it had stopped raining, the mist along the ground was awful. Yavier was drenched the time he made his way to the Yahmii. Their females had six arms, and the men had four. It was interesting to think of... but Yavier tried not to let it take too much of his attention. They wore costly apparel, like they always had diplomatic business. Sometimes he though that the Yahmii just had too much going on. They weren't exactly fighters, but they could hold their own. They had small frames, even though they were about as tall as humans. Every time Yavier saw them, he just wanted to offer them a sandwich to put some weight on them.

He walked through the gates. They knew who the Enlightened where all too well. This was one of the most common places for the Enlightened to stop. They often traded for supplies. Noviichiah was a hub of trade, and had multiple portals leading to its many diverse locations. However, the Yahmii, refused for such a portal to be place in their city, making it difficult for Yavier to get there without travel. However, they were expecting him, which made things almost weird. A young Yahmii citizen had his arms outstretched to give a note to Yavier.