S Tier Questing in a Nutshell / Blood and Glory: Five Steps
I'm pretty sure 'The Order" could have a lead or two towards the Luthran King's whereabouts. But I'm not sure how I'm even supposed to find these chumps.
Of course, I could just let myself inside Ragnav Castle and question their King. But I don't want to do that just yet.
I'm saving the best for last after all.
So, I'll just have to take a look at this 'Hunter's Guild' or whatever.
*WAM!*
I kick the doors open, and step inside.
Everyone has the look of 'Who's this little mutt?' on their faces.
And that's because I'm not Mr. Denmark right now.
I'm Aleksander, a bum.
I walk through the room, all the hunters are just sitting in their seats sipping their drinks and vials, their axes and maces on their backs.
I walk towards the front desk before something catches my eye to the left.
I see a man with silver armor and a giant sword on his back. He's writing something on a board and laughing to himself before he drops the quill and walks to the exit then stepping outside.
I look closely and approach it slightly.
It's a large board, but not just any board.
It looks like a discussion board.
They have some in this world too huh? Let's go see what kind of discussions these people get themselves into.
I walk towards it and start from the top.
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Dan, the carver of souls: Who and what are The Order? Leave thoughts and clues below.
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Whisky, the simpleminded tactician: Have you lost your mind? It is evident no one knows just what these blasted heathens are up to. Seek answers elsewhere and refrain from wasting other's time.
Jack, the bladesworn imperial: >>Whisky, the simpleminded tactician
>The peasant has forgotten the many murals etched onto the walls across the Kingdom.
It is quite clear the organization is responsible for the plague that appeared shortly after The Order made themselves known across the Kingdom. Refrain from making foolish remarks and bring a dagger upon your throat.
Linda, gatherer of gardens: >>Jack, the bladesworn imperial
Your aggression is most unwanted, please do not bring others down. We are all here to band together as a Kingdom, no soul should lay waste to their fragile lives.
Dom, the bringer of mortality: >>Linda, gatherer of gardens
Good day, lass. Would it be possible in meeting my esteemed self and granting me the sight of your hooves?
Colt, harbinger of disaster: >>Dom, the bringer of mortality
Doest thou even joust?
Dom, the bringer of mortality: >>Colt, harbinger of disaster
>Doest thou even joust?
Only thine mother.
Jack, the bladesworn imperial: >>Whisky, the simpleminded tactician >>Linda, gatherer of gardens >>Dom, the bringer of mortality >>Colt, harbinger of disaster
Perish thyselves.
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Well, that's a disappointment. No clues here, moving on.
I approach the front desk and am greeted by a woman with short brown hair and pointy ears.
"Good day to you, what brings a boy like you to the Hunter's Guild?" She adjusts her glasses.
"Obviously I'm here for a quest, gimmie gimmie." I'm in a bit of a hurry, I need to gather any sort of clues before nightfall. Maybe I'll get a quest that leads me to a part of the Kingdom I've yet to find.
"Very well, the quests are as such." She reaches under the desk and lays a row of papers labeled with D's and F's.
"The heck is all this? Aren't these all noob tasks? The hell is your problem giving easy tasks to a young boy you despicable woman? Fork over all the S tasks PRONTO PRONTO." I demand, what do I look like doing such low ranked tasks? A cretin?
"I do apologize, but C rank and above are reserved for Hunters with experience." She adjusts her glasses again.
"Gasp Discrimination! I won't stand for this. Don't make me get political now. Hand over an S task before things get ugly."
"I beg you, there is no need to go down that path young sir. If you would take a moment to calm down, I am sure we can work something out."
"Me too. S rank task and we'll both be happy."
She looks around the room cautiously before pulling out a piece of paper with a big shiny yellow S then placing it down.
*BAM*
The doors get kicked in, and in walks a lanky guy with a black bowl cut, glasses, brown coat, and a deerstalker hat.
"It is I! VIKTOR!"
The hunters in their seats look up at him, then they go back to whatever they were doing.
"I have returned to exact my REVENGE on that smelly HENIOUS lizard with wings! Only this time, I come prepared with my new invention of ABSOLUTE DEVASTATION." He says while striking a dramatic pose.
"Lucifer, show me this guy's IQ please."
"He's retarded."
"Thank you, Lucifer."
He takes a look at the front desk then starts walking over dramatically.
"Greetings, it is I. VIKTOR!"
"Yeah I think I got that."
He looks down at the S rank paper on the desk then places his hand over it.
"This bounty is property of VIKTOR! Move aside, the rot dragon is mine. VIKTOR will be the one to lay waste to it."
"Actually, I've snatched it first. Let go." I say as I place my hand on the opposite end of the paper.
"But that is where you're wrong. VIKTOR laid claim to the bounty since it first arrived. Retract your little mitts off my bounty!" He pulls on the paper.
"I don't care, lay off." I pull on it harder.
*THUNK*
The woman in glasses places her hand on the middle of the paper.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, we can resolve this logically."
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*CLLCK*
The sound of sticks snapping echoes throughout the dark forest as I walk down the dirt path.
"You! Why can't you learn to be silent in your approach? You'll get VIKTOR killed if he has to bring along a peasant like you!" He says as he leans his back behind a tree, going forward from tree to tree like he was some spy.
"Is that necessary."
"You dare!? It's more than necessary, peasant! It's how you stay alive outside the Kingdom! Now keep up before VIKTOR leaves you behind!" He says as he catches up to me and leans against another tree.
"What kind of bounty is this anyway?" I ask, trying to gather more information. I didn't even get to read from the paper, it was in a language I didn't know jack about.
Which was cursive.
How in hell do you read cursive?
"SHHH we're close.." He says as we reach a hill above a foggy area within the forest. There are crosses and stakes spread across the ground. It looks like the ruins of a graveyard.
He reaches behind him and grabs onto the large case on his back then places it on the ground.
"Behold, my invention of ANNIHILATION." He opens it and reveals a musket with a thick barrel.
Like something straight out of a cartoon.
"Whoa, what's it do?"
"Ha! Wouldn't you like to know, peasant?"
*KAW* *KAW* KAW*
Various crows fly off from the trees below, as a loud tremor echoes throughout the landscape in front of us.
The fog clears and I can make out a sleeping giant gray dragon.
Its wings and skin are tattered. And there's constant gas seeping from its mouth and open wounds.
"Aha! There you are you heinous rot dragon..." He reaches into his coat and pulls out what looks like an angler fish. "Stay up here, peasant. Let a prodigy guide you into the genius mind of VIKTOR!" The angler fish tries biting him with its large jaw as he forcefully shoves it down the comically huge barrel of his gun.
He carefully and slowly sits along the edge of the cliff and pushes himself down.
"I give him a minute."
"I give him thirty seconds"
"I give him eleven seconds."
I walk towards the edge and peak down at him sliding along the cliff then watch as he hits a bump and get flung into the air before landing inside an empty ditch under a tombstone.
"I win."
"Tch."
He then gets up and adjusts his glasses before lifting himself out of the tombstone and slowly approaching the dragon.
"Lucifer, zoom in on him, HD no buffer."
"Sure."
My vision zooms in on him, and I can see him reach into his coat and pulling out a syringe.
"Enhance."
"Done."
I can now see that he's injecting his right arm with it.
"Maybe it's his medicine."
His hand then starts glowing blue and I can see sparks coming out of his veins.
He brings his glowing hand onto his gun then shooting a bolt onto it, the angler fish peaking from the barrel begins glowing.
"Nevermind."
He aims his gun at the dragon. Then the eyes on the angler fish glow blue before it gets fired onto the dragon's head.
*BANG-SZSZSZ*
The glowing angler fish latches onto the dragon's horn, biting into it as it wakes up with a roar.
*ROOOOOOOAAAAARGHHHH*
"OH YEAHHH-"
*Chomp*
The dragon eats him.
"Ha! I win!"
"Doesn't count"
I leap down from the hill and land on a pile of leaves.
The dragon sees me as it opens its large mouth and shoots a stream of red gas in my direction.
*FSHHHHH*
I jump and land on top of a tall cross, the plants and grass below withering away as the gas decays everything that was once there.
It smells like burning tomatoes.
I reach into my right hand and pull out my great sword.
"Alek~ That tickles!"
"Zip it, hag!"
"Shut your trap and go back to sleep, Astal. Alek and I are working."
"Hey! I can work too!"
"Oh yeah~? Well watch how Alek deals with his problems using only me..."
"W-what! No fair! Master use me too!!"
"Christ almighty. Not a moment's peace with you two."
*SNAP*
The tall cross I was standing on gets snapped after the dragon flung its large tail on it.
*Thunk*
I land on its head and kick off the angler fish still chewing on its horn. Then I raise my sword and stab it onto its skin.
*CLANK*
"Oh of course."
My great sword recoils backwards after it touched its stone-like skin.
Gas emits from the holes on its head, forcing me to jump off and back onto the decayed grass.
*ROOOAAAAAGHHHH*
A huge amount of gas comes out of its eyes, mouth, and the holes around its body.
"Oh, it's pissed."
It then flies into the air and releases a constant stream of gas from its mouth, swarming the entire graveyard and the forest surrounding it, covering the entire area in a thick blanket of gas.
"Hm~ Hmhm~ Hmmm~"
"What?"
"Oh nothing, just have to admit, I'm having fun!"
"Haah? Master's life is in danger, and you want to hum like he's your source of amusement??"
"Oh, but he is. He has been for quite a while now~"
"Gee, thanks Lucifer."
"And I wouldn't want any other host to accompany. You agree, right Astal~?"
"U-uhm.. well I..."
"How cute."
I face up from my uncomfortable position then lift myself out of the same ditch from earlier.
I might get cancer from all this.
I look around the decayed area, there are no trees, grass or plants.
Just an entire land of pure gray and depression.
*SLAM*
I fall back onto the ditch as the dragon tried squishing me under its tail.
I take a peek back outside the ditch.
*SLAM*
I drop myself back onto the ditch before it could squish me again.
I take another quick peek outside the ditch.
"Can I please come out?"
*SLAM*
I plop back down onto the ditch before taking another peek outside.
"Mate can I please com-"
*SLAM*
"Alright I tried being nice. Astal, portal, now."
I drop into the portal that appears below me which takes me in the air above the dragon's head.
"Now coat my sword in lightning."
The jewel on my necklace glows as a light travels across my arm and onto my sword before sparking it in blue bolts of lightning.
*SZsxSzSxzzsZxsz*
I then plunge onto the dragon's head, a blue thunderbolt striking from the clouds above as my sword makes contact with the dragon's skull.
*RRAAGHHhhh...*
The dragon's head drops and plops onto the ground, dead.
"Wow master! How did you know dragons were weak to lighting~?"
"I didn't." I reply as I put away my sword and grabbing a piece of its horn, then jumping from its head.
I look back at its body, feeling a vibration.
*SHCCKK*
"OH YEAHHH! VIKTOR!"
The lanky dude cut through its stomach before emerging, holding another anglerfish on his right hand.
Actually, it's more like the angler fish is holding him, as it has its jaws locked around his hand.
And half his clothes are melted off.
"Welcome back."
"No need to thank me, peasant! Rejoice, I have brought the great rot dragon to its end!" He starts forcefully shaking his right hand. "Hey cut that out! I'm your master!"
"This guy's a special kind of.. special.."
He then leans to collect samples from the dead dragon and placing its body parts inside his case.
I notice some kind of tattoo peeking out of his back from his half-ripped coat.
It's the exact same mural I saw on that one wall when I first got here, as well as the one I saw on the night of the Hunt.
Jackpot.
"So, shall we head back?" I ask as I turn away so he doesn't notice me staring.
I feel a grin on my face.
Can't help it, the thought of finding such a strong lead has me feeling all kinds of excitement. I wasn't expecting on finding something this soon into my little trip.
I turn back to look at him.
"Oh."
He's already gone.
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"Master, it's so cold out.."
"What in blazes are you talking about? The wind is just right for the night of a Hunt." I say to my witless little companion. The night breeze meeting upon my skin as I stare off at the gothic-like castle of the Ragnav Kingdom.
I am still quite irritated at the thought of losing my target. That silly little bugger was my main lead in ending this little trip. I could be facing off against The Order right this second if I did not grow so careless.
Before I realized it, nightfall soon fell onto the mortal plain shortly after taking my leave from the ruins of rot. I did not get the chance to turn in my evidence of clearing the bounty and collecting my reward from the Hunter's Association.
But such is the life of a Hunter, and I now find myself standing on the top of a church, the moon shining behind me as I gaze down at the dark streets of the Ragnav Kingdom covered in bloodshed from all the hunters embarking on their hunts.
"Alek, just how long are you planning on dramatically looking down at the streets like this? Cmon let's go collect souls and bathe in the blood of our adversaries~"
"Hush now, I am observing for any signs of Viktor. You cannot rush the art of surveillance and analysis. And that's Mr. Denmark to you, wench."
"FuFuFu~"
"OH YEAHH!"
I hear a familiar voice and I quickly and stylishly swoop down from the church to trace the source of the vibrations that brough forth the voice.
*CLACK* *CLACK*
The sound of my boots hitting against the bricked streets echoes across the corners, my long black coat swaying behind me as I dash and vault over fences and buildings.
"Well well, look at what we've ere' Lads. A nameless hunter out on his lonesome."
A group of hunters stop me in my tracks. There seems to be about six of them from all visible directions within the alley.
"This confrontation is most inessential. You are in the way, do grant me passage." I propose, my hand slowly inching towards my holster and onto my ranged armament.
"And why N' tarnation would'a we do that?" Says one of the men with a cowboy hat, his flintlock revolver already pointing at my head.
"Hmm, so be it." I reach into my coat pocket and throw a silver coin into the air.
*BANG* He fires, startled from the sudden motion.
*PEUOOM*
The bullet ricochets across the alley, making the men drop onto cover.
"Did we get im'?" Asks one of the hunters as they stand up.
"I believe s- AGCKH!"
His throat gets sliced by the bayonet on my revolver after I rose from his shadow behind him.
*PLOP*
His deceased body drops onto the bricked ground, the other hunters scrambling to their feet at the sight.
"W- what the devil? When did he-" *WACK* "AGH!" Another one of the men meet their end after the flank of their skull gets bashed in with the grip of my revolver. The afterimage of my previous position fading away.
*BANG!*
A shot gets fired onto me, as I appear from above and plunge onto the hunter with the cowboy hat. My previous afterimage with the gunshot wound fading away yet again.
"Gentlemen, please. One at a time now... Hmm.. as a matter a fact, no matter, bring yourselves onto me all at once." I exclaim, readjusting my top hat and spinning my revolver around my finger.
"YOU BLOODY DEVIL! TAKE THIIS!" One of the men charges at me from my right with their axe.
"RAAAHHH!" The other charges from my left with their spiked mace.
"I see." I raise my revolver and block the axe to my right against the bayonet, creating small sparks.
*CLANK*
"AGGH!" The one to my left drops dead as a throwing knife makes contact to his head.
*BANG!*
*WOOSH!*
I lept into the air, avoiding the gunshot from the hunter in front of me, then throwing another throwing knife to the hunter with the axe, swiftly excluding him from the equation.
"Ghh!" The hunter in front of me crouches against a short brick wall.
"Do come out now, the night is still young." I say as I am sitting against the balcony I landed on, leaning back and relaxing my sore muscles.
"Wh-.. what kind of Hunter are you..?"
"You may remember me as Mr. Denmark for this moment. A shame you won't live to spread my name across the Kingdom." I exclaim, lifting my top hat to ruffle my hair before putting it back on.
"Hm, 'Mr. Denmark', you say? What a load of rubbish!" He gets on his feet then shoots a bolt of lightning from his right hand.
*FWOOSH*
I swiftly avoided it, landing on top of a streetlamp.
"Quite the gizmo you've granted yourself there my fellow chap."
"Hhhrg..!" He pulls out a syringe with glowing blue liquid before injecting his right hand once more, causing his hand to spark yet again.
"I don't suppose you would want to do that again, yes?"
He pulls out a pink glowing sphere-shaped vial then smashes it on the ground, releasing a red cloud of smog.
The smog clears and he is nowhere to be seen.
"Ahh, how hypnotic." I swiftly jump off the streetlamp.
*PFFWOOOMSHH*
The streetlamp explodes, the surrounding area catching on fire.
"Huff.. huff.." He reappears on the same balcony I was sat on, his other hand faintly glowing orange.
"And how long do you plan on keeping this up? Surely your fancy alchemical spells are nearing their end."
"Huff.. I.. am far from done!" He pulls out another blue syringe.
*CLICK*
He drops the syringe as he feels the barrel of my revolver pressed against the back of his head.
"Toodleoo."
*BANG!*
*plop*
The group of hunters are no more as I jump back down onto the bricked floor.
"OH YEAAAHH!"
And there it is again. I leap and run up the side of the building next to me and discover the source.
I observe that dolt head Viktor walking away from the corpse of a beast as I begin tailing him.
I'll need to be as inconspicuous as a I can possibly muster and remain unseen.
I leap into the various shadows of fences, streetlamps, barrels and towers.
"Why does this not surprise me the least bit?" I say to myself as we approach the gothic pointy castle of the Ragnav Kingdom.
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A man is sitting on a throne within a large chamber illuminated by a black chandelier. The various bookshelves and gothic knickknacks casting their shadows across the black carpeted floor.
He readjusts his top hat with spikes protruding from its top then removing his glasses, beginning to wipe them.
*WAM!*
The doors to his chamber get kicked in as a lanky man in glasses and a deerstalker hat waltzes inside, carrying a case.
"Ah, Viktor. Did I not tell you to not kick in my doors in such a fashion?" He asks, putting his glasses back on.
"Relax, it is I, VIKTOR! Bringing you what you requested, it won't execute you to show a tinge of gratitude!" He says as he drops the case onto the ground, making a loud THUMP across the black carpet.
"Hm." He stands up from his throne, grabbing onto his silver cane and making his way to the middle of the chamber.
"Of course, it only took until the end of today, but VIKTOR has singlehandedly slain the rot dragon and brought you the merchandise you've been ogling!" He opens the case, revealing red vials, potions, a large jar, and a musket with an unnaturally big barrel.
"I can see that." He says as he picks up the jar.
He studies it and sees a large beating spiky heart emitting red gas.
"You have done well, Viktor. You may go now."
"What?! Is that all? No promotion within The Order? I cannot believe it.. VIKTOR has been scammed?!"
"Oh, relax your dull-witted head now, I assure you, you will be properly compensated. But for now, I do request that you leave." He glares up at him.
"I-.. Fine!" He picks up his big barreled musket. "Let's go my fishy companions!" He says as a blood sucking monster fish is latched onto his hand, then exiting the chamber.
"Yes...Now onto step three.." He says, before jumping backwards.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
Bullets get shot from above, before a man clad in a dark coat, top hat and mustache drops from the shadows above and landing onto the black carpet.
"Ahh, I see you have finally found your way inside." He says, leaning against his throne and placing the jar on it.
"But of course, I did not want to end the night of a hunt in such a dull way. It's high time I confront the founder of The Order and end my hunt in an explosive approach." The man says, his fierce presence making the candles on the chandelier above him flicker.
"And you must be the one that's been making a name for himself. I do thank you for coming to me." He takes his glasses off, his pupils turning red. "It does save me the trouble of pinpointing your location and having your head brought back to me on a silver platter."
"The name is Mr. Denmark. I traverse the streets by night, and cleanse the impurity by hand. I dispose of the wicked through resolve, and bring forth calamity with resolute." He pulls out a silver revolver with gold engravings along its long barrel and a golden bayonet beneath it. "And the one that will garner your soul for the sake of delectation." He points his revolver to his head.
"I will certainly enjoy witnessing you attempt this delusion of yours." He appears behind the man with the mustache.
*FWOOSH*
The man with the mustache appears behind him in a faster instant. "I'm afraid I am already three steps ahead of you, my good chap."
*ZZING*
Sharp black spikes erupt from the man's back and pierce the man with the mustache.
"Three steps? Afraid 'steps' will get you nowhere, my good fellow."
*BANG* *BANG*
The man with the mustache shoots his revolver atop a bookshelf, sitting and leaning back.
"Two."
The man rapidly spins his cane, deflecting them.
"Quite the sneaky fellow you are."
The afterimage of the impaled man with the mustache behind him then explodes in a thick black smoke.
*FwOooOoosh*
The chamber gets covered in a black fog.
"Three."
"Hm, I see." Replies the man with the cane.
The thick smoke then morphs into spikes before thrusting onto the man.
*CLANG* *CLANG*
He blocks the black smoke spikes with his cane, before he feels his feet get grabbed by smoky hands.
He attempts slashing at the hands; however, his cane only goes through the smoky substance.
He gets forced onto the floor, as many more smoke hands materialize and grab onto his body.
*RaAaAaAahh...*
The shapes of smoky horned skeletons emerge from the smoke and swarm the man.
The man then begins rapidly spinning his cane, slowly clearing the smoke as he slowly rises from the floor.
"That makes four steps." The man with the mustache says.
*BANG!*
A bullet hits the chandelier above before dropping onto the man in a heavy and explosive collision.
*PFOOOOM*
"You have truly proven to be quite the sneaky individual." Says the man as he lays against the chandelier on the ground. "I wonder, who else is capable of manipulating dark smoke the way you have?" He then pulls out a dark red syringe and stabs it onto his left hand.
*FWOOOM*
His hand glows, then gives shape to a rune.
"So, who would have thought the Devil himself would be paying me a visit?" He says as he lifts the chandelier off him, the burning candles making contact onto the black rug and slowly lighting it on fire. "No matter, all I have to do is take it from you and give birth to a Rune of devastation capable of setting even the cosmos in anguish."
"If you so wish on embarking on that path, then I shall meet you with equal fervor." The man with the mustache holsters his revolver, then taking off his right glove, revealing The Rune of Death.
The two men now face each other, Rune in hand.
The man with the left Rune then channels his power onto his cane, creating an aura the shape of a scythe along his cane.
The man with The Rune of Death pulls out a pitch-black great sword from his hand, then coating it in a red miasma.
The man with the left Rune lunges and rapidly strikes with his cane repeatedly.
*CLINK* *CLINK* *CLINK* *CLINK* *CLINK*
His attacks swiftly get blocked at a high speed impossible for a great sword of that size to be capable of doing.
He then leaps backwards and fires a piercing bullet from the barrel of his cane.
*PEUOOOM!*
The man with The Rune of Death reaches with his right hand and grabs onto the bullet, absorbing it, then throwing it back.
*FFFEUOOOooommmPWSHHHH*
The man with the cane deflects it, causing it to fire onto the wall of the castle then piercing through the wall.
The man with the mustache then sends a red wave across the floor from his great sword.
*PWFSH*
The man avoids it, then the man with the mustache appears above him and thrusting his sword downwards onto him.
*THUNK*
It meets the burning black carpet, before the man appears behind him and throwing his left fist at him.
*PAM!*
The man with the mustache blocks it with his right hand, before he reappears right next to the man with the cane and delivering a slap across his face with his right hand.
*SMACK!*
The man with the cane gets sent rocking backwards, the afterimage of the man with the mustache exploding in a black smoke once again and combining with the flames on the carpet
*FWooOoSH*
The black orange burning smoke travels across the floor and envelops the man, fiery black hands re-emerging and grabbing onto his legs.
The man throws his cane across the chamber and towards the throne, then reappears where it landed.
The man with the mustache emerges from the burning black smoke, his sword absorbing the flames and catching in an orange and black fire.
"You are quite the persistent one, Mr. Denmark." The man says as he picks up the Jar with the rot dragon heart, then taking it out and piercing his left hand through it.
He pulls his hand back out, now holding onto a glowing pink ball of light.
"See, Mr. Denmark, the thing is my rune is handcrafted masterfully by my own hands." He says as he looks at the glowing anomaly."
"Oh? Do continue." Replies the man with The Rune of Death, stroking his mustache.
"Before the Kingdom's founding, I have experimented with ways of creating Runes not meant for mortals by hand. After trial and error, I have deduced that creating a certain Rune by hand would require not a soul from a human, but the pure blood of those that have had their souls tainted by unholy essence from transmutation to beast form." He raises the glowing rot dragon soul. "And that is when I gave rise to The Order. Spreading my alchemical compound within the Kingdom's people and absorbing their blood. And now, with the soul of an ancient creature that has existed during the Tenebrous age, I will create history's first Rune of Rot." He crushes the rot soul with his left hand, the spreading light merging with his left hand.
The pink light from his left hand spreads across the chamber, the walls slowly melting as the light makes contact.
"Bear witness.. to the birth of the Rot King." He floats into the air, then plunging onto the man with the mustache in a glowing gas explosion.
*PWFOOSH*
The top half of the castle melts, the two men fall and land on the castle wall.
The Rot King lunges aggressively and delivers rapid blows with his glowing red gas infused cane.
*CLANK* *CLANK* *CLANK*
Their armaments meet with rapid and forceful impact after impact.
The surrounding bricked wall gets covered in layers of red decay and black orange flames.
*THUNK*
The man with the mustache slams his black orange inferno great sword onto the ground, spreading his flames across the wall and thrusting the The Rot King into the air.
The Rot King releases a wave of red gas across the zone while in the air, spawning gas beast heads that home in on the man with the mustache.
The gas projectiles explode as the black orange flames intercept them.
The surrounding black orange flames then spread across the area and focus on the revolver the man with the mustache withdrew, then combining along the barrel.
*click*
The Rot King focuses the surrounding gas in front of him and forms the giant head of a dragon, before it opens its mouth and shoots a torrent of gas towards the man with the mustache.
*BANG*
The revolver shoots a burning demon skull, making the wall crack from the force.
"And now this will make five steps."
*FeeuOOOM*
The burning skull projectile pierces through the gas and leaves an inferno trail that explodes along the path.
*PFWOOM *PFWOOM* *PFOOOM*
The Rot King stumbles in the air, before the man with the mustache appears at the end of the skull projectile path's then delivering a fiery fist from his right hand.
*POW!*
The Rot King gets thrusted against the wall with a burning trail.
*SLAM!*
"COUGH..COUGH.. Such.. power.." He says as he is impaled flatly on the wall.
*click*
The man with the mustache points his faintly burning revolver at his head
"I do extend to you my gratitude for the jolly good time my fellow." He says as he positions his finger on the trigger.
"Haha..ha..I may be a dead man now, but mark my words, Denmark, The Order will live on... COUGH COUGH.. You believe it ends along with my death? Do not be foolish, The Order has been spread across the central continent for centuries. And soon, the final step of my plan will be put in motion. And the Infestation will bring the world to its end."
"Hmm.. that's MR. Denmark to you."
*BANG*
A large hole gets pierced through the wall, vaporizing The Rot King.
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"Hm...perhaps I went a tad bit too far."
It seems the amount of power I put into my shot was more than necessary, as the wall in front of me has a hole the size of three boulders stacked on one another.
"Hmph!"
"Yes Astal, what is it?"
"Don't talk to me!"
"Oh come on now. You're not still mad Alek infused some of his hell flames with your form right~?"
"It burned!"
"Suck it up. The way I see it, you seem just fine to me."
"Hmph!"
"Oh don't you make that face now. Aren't you glad you were of use to Alek~?
"Is.. is that true master?"
"Quite." I say as I stroke my mustache.
"W-wha..? Get out of that form already!"
"Aw man. I really wanted to go on one more hunt before heading back to the Luthran Kingdom." I say as Astal returns me to my normal form and turning her form back to the black necklace around my neck.
"I'm gonna miss Gloom."
"Who?"
'It's the name he gave to the revolver."
"HAH?! MY NAME'S ASTAL!"
"Wait..."
The realization that I completely decimated the King of the Ragnav Kingdom without asking him for the whereabouts of the Luthran King hits my face like a sack of potatoes.
"SHIT."
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A woman with a giant white witch hat is sat on a throne, her hands crossed over her lap.
"Well? Have you found traces of The Rune of Death during your time in the Draevak Kingdom?"
"Nope. The King refused to cooperate and had me escorted out of his castle." Says a girl with purple hair with pink highlights in pigtails. "I don't see what there is to be so nervous about. It's not like the Devil will just show up to his doorstep after speaking about it. He's always been such a tense fella huh?"
"I see, most disappointing." She pauses. "It seems we will just have to increase the range of our scouting. Would you be a dear and travel to the Luthran Kingdom? It's been quite the while since I've heard of the Luthran King."
"Sigh I've done nothing but travel. I could use a break y'know?" She stretches her arms above her head, soothing her muscles.
"Yes, I am aware. I'll have Lillia accompany you, will that suffice?"
"H-huh?! Me? I'm going too?!" The girl sat at a table in the corner of the chamber says, dropping her honey glazed bread.
She has long brown hair with a single braid, wearing a blue schoolgirl uniform.
"Yes you. Now drop the sweets and prepare to set out, Lillia." She says as she stands from her throne and looking out the big window and onto the snow-covered Kingdom of Azula.
"B-b-but...ugh fine!" She stands up before retrieving her magician's robe against the couch and slipping it on. "But when we get back you owe me four honey buns, Kanon." Says Lillia, a look of displeasure in her eyes as she walks out of the chamber.
"Hah?"
Kanon retrieves her wizardcraft rifle from the table and catching up to Lillia out of the chamber.
"I will find you, my dear bearer of Death.. and only then will I bring prosperity to my Kingdom." She sits on her throne. crossing her hands over her lap. "Then together, we shall set the Outer Heavens in collapse."
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To be continued in...
The Deathbearer Chronicle - Volume 3: Plague Stone