Overlord and Unkindled

Rave Yard

(Fuck my urethra with a rusty spoon.  You know how this shit works even after this long.  I own nothing and am a slow cunt.)

3rd POV

  The return trip to the adventurers city of... something or rather Cinder wasn't paying to much attention at the moment, was much more simple.  No fighting, no pointless gloating, no needles conversation.  From him at least.  It was almost relieving when they reached the gate and parted with the Swords of Darkness, Cinder stepping into line with Momon in silence as they made for the Adventurers guild to register the hamster and himself as official members.

  However, not all was well within the calm night, Clementine, a masterful assassin and accomplished killer hid within the home of Nphirea in wait for the boy.  The blades of Darkness fought her but the tights halls and shadows were her environment, and they stood no chance, not until the Ashen Soapstone pulsed warmly in Nphirea's pocket did things change, and even then the adventurers were bleeding out, or dying to the hands of the Necromancer who came in behind.  So in a last ditch effort to stop them the boy, spurned as he was called out for help, pumping mana into the small crystal. 

  Help came.  In the dark a blue glow filled the room and then, rising from the earth like some blue shade stood one of many, a sentinel and guardian in blue.  And swiftly after the first another appeared, rising from just beside the first, and Nphirea recognized the blazed tabard, the black armor and halberd, the straight sword and crest shield.  So stood two Blue Sentinals,  Anri of Astora, and Horace the hushed.  With a silent charge they ran to their enemies. as the light faded from the traumatized and drained alchemist's eyes.

Cinder POV

  I felt the soapstone call out.  I heard Anri respond and Horace fallow after her immediately.  And yet I did nothing as I walked out of the adventurers hall with Momon.  Truly the system was convoluted bullshit, but I suppose it makes sense, do something impressive and you rank up.  Instead of dropping off enough of the faction specific item to your select patron.  Or matron... I should check in on Rosaria soon.  When we stepped out I stared at the direction of the Blue Sentinels, their power and connection to the flame as my Kindled Chosen like a lamp in the Tomb of Giants.

  I was pulled out of my thoughts and urge to run to my... one of my versions wife and her protector.  By some old woman-ah.  The alchemists grandmother, truly something special, she looks the part, although her soul burns dully as any others here.  Aaand now the hamster is talking.  Deciding to cut the bullshit away as I stepped towards her.

  Cinder: "You, old lady.  You are the alchemist boys care taker?" at her sus nod I continued, "I helped protect the boy, and gave him a gift, an item of mine own make to call upon aid should he be in danger." the rest was left unsaid as I held my arm out towards the boys location... former location, it would appear Anri and Horace were not enough, although i'm not surprised, they were in cramped space where Horace would have trouble and he's the heavy hitter.

  The look of horror in her eye's, and those of the people nearby was rather... I hate to say it but it was entertaining.  Looking to Momon and Nabe we fallowed after the stumbling old woman swiftly.  Momon jumped off the hamster, 'Hamusuke' now, and fallowed me into the room, after a quick cast of Light and Tears of Denial with another... gift of mine from Priscilla I drew my Astora Straight Sword and kicked her door in rushing to the back room.  I ran to the back room and opened the door to their herb storage.

  And there at the end of the hall was Anri cradling Horace for once, her shield sacrificed to make a barrier around the two.  I needed only a simple glance to know why.  The Swords of Darkness' bodies rose to fight us.  Rapport stopped them in their tracks well enough.  The old woman ran off screaming for the boy.