Overlord and Unkindled

Finally Carne

(No excuses, just story.  If copious typos appear it's because several of my key's are FUCKED as my arms thanks to the car crash.  I own no image, video, or character except my own oc's.  All rights go to their respective owners)

3rd POV

  The Swords of Darkness watched as Momon and Nabe retreated into the dark away from them, and their other guest Cinder seemingly have dozed off some time ago on the outskirts of their camp; most having though he'd be closer due to their little bonfire.  However, Ninya remembered him mentioning the fire's magic, she could only assume that this fire had no reason for him to be near.  And then her sudden failures talking with Momon and Nabe, offending them, she could only look on in self pity and sigh in disappointment.  Silence fell over them, if only for a moment.

Ninya: "I said something I shouldn't have." she let out with a sigh of defeat. 

Dyne: "Yes, something must have happened." he hummed in thought, although it was one of sadness.

Peter: "They are probably all gone." he looked down into his bowl with a sigh, "People who've lost all their comrades in battle give off that aura.  That's a hard thing to deal with."

  More words were exchanged to comfort the girl however, it was Nfirea who caused the talk to deviate.  With his words he brought about a great conundrum for the others.

Nfirea: "Than what about Mr. Cinder?" his comment stopping voices and turning heads.

As they thought Peter looked to the knight, or he assumed him to be, the cloth he wore under his armor reminding him of those in the Empire to the west.

Peter: "He's different."  all eye's were on him, "He still has people, but it's like he's carrying the weight of the world on himself, as if he's afraid to lose them all." he shook his head as the others took in his words.

Nfirea: Realizing the depressing mood he had brought on tried to lighten the mood.  "But, their strength today was amazing to see."

Peter: His eye's lighting up he lifted his head with a smile "Yeah, I never Mr. Momon would be that strong." it was Lukrut who countered.

Lukrut: "Are you kidding? That's what's got you, not the act that cinder know's FOURTH TIER MAGIC?" he was, as always, energetic and exited when talking, Ninya's eye's lighting up.

Peter: "Honestly, those two are monsters.  Mr. Momon is on par with the Head Warriors level."  Nfirea's eye's widened, although none could really see it.

Nfirea:  "But, that would make him adamantite level right?  In other words the same level as the strongest adventurers?" he shock was evident, if not deafening, as the image of the five most powerful women on the continent flickered into the minds of each person around the fire.  Nodding his amazement only mounted, "That's amazing."

Peter: "When I first saw Momon I was jealous of his full plate armor." he joked, heaving out a sigh as Lukrut's eye's glazed over.  "And the same could be said for Cinder-" he never got to finish

Lukrut: "And they both had a beauty at their side like Nabe or that Firekeeper" In a rather annoyed, if not outright whiney voice, complained; his commentary only forcing a sigh out of Peter.  

  The commentary quickly devolved from there, leading into women and strength and other such trivial things that Cinder quickly stopped giving to shit's and waited for the sun to rise, looking to the moon and wondering how those he left back at his little haven fared.

Timeskip brought to you by Clementine staring at her chest in confusion

  The next day followed swiftly, the group packing up and on the road, the events of the morning playing in the minds of one Ninya.  Her apology to Momon, and Momon own thoughts on his failure to restrain his emotions even now that he was undead.  The greater thought dominating the minds of many was of Cinder, have very much been the first up and awake, staring the sun down as it rose several yards away on a hill.