Characters Thus Far:
Artus Callum[AJ2000] - Lightning Element
Lanzo Maximus Zahne[Dr Scott] - Water Element
Keres Adrastea[Elysian] - Dark Element
Natalia Denar[Nythe] - Wind Element
Colenar Ellidyn[SteelKing 2012] - Light Element
Ethan Daggett[AccelgorX] - Wind Element
Asher Ikakois[wayjun] - Earth Element
Fabian Alabond[thesilverwolf] - Fire Element
Town of Nalan
*Day of attack
“Hmmm….how much is the potion?” Artus asked. He was stocking up on potions at home, for emergency purposes. Seeing as how the country was currently under tension from disputed between Kale ad Grandora, Artus wanted to make sure in case anything were to happen, he had an emergency kit prepared for the worst. Although Grandora had been making threats, people just knew that Diaz wasn’t the sort of person that would resolve things by violence, nor was Kazu. They were good friends, but eve since the death of Kazu’s father, things got heated between them. In any case, it was good to be prepared for any sort of surprises that may come in the near future.
“It’s 7 Gold.” The shop owner said. “You’re in luck, ‘cus that’s the sale price, son. It was 10 Gold a week ago.” Artus knew the shop owner was the type of person to scam people for money. Most shop owners are like that, but the inner cheapskate was high in this one. Artus took out a couple of gold coins from his pocket, and showed it to the shop owner.
“I only got 5, man.” He said as he held it out for the shop owner to see. He shook his head in disbelief, and sighed.
“Whatever, that’s fine. Your mom probably didn’t give you enough money.” He said as he handed Artus the potion. Artus gave him a sort of irritated look, but tried to ignore that comment. He wasn’t the type of person to get into random conflicts. He put the potion in a little drawstring bag that was attached to his belt. He wound up the string, and tightened it snugly, to avoid any uncomfortable walking, as well as keeping the bag from dangling below his waist. He turned around and started walking to the front of the store, to the exit. A he got closer, he noticed a sort of yelling, coming from outside. Similar to a crowd , or riot. He suddenly had a feeling in his gut. Normally, Artus would ignore it, but something about this one got his attention. He opened the door, and right in that instance, the front of the store burst into flames, and exploded the complete front of the store. The wood splintered, and flew apart like flying daggers, and Artus was sent flying to the side. He lay down on his stomach, and tried to get up. He looked forward, but his vision was getting blurry, due to his close proximity of the explosion. He felt blood trickle down the side of his head, as it rolled of and made a small puddle next to him. Artus looked forward, and saw a few men walking into what was left of the store, and grabbed the shop owner by the throat.
“Kill him.” Said one of the men, as the other threw the shop owner to the ground and rammed him with the blade. Artus closed his eyes, as the men walked up to Artus, who was on the brink of passing out. He looked as they grabbed him by the head and smashed it hard against the wall. Artus blacked out.
Creak…Creak…. The sound of creaking wood monotonously repeated itself over and over. Artus groaned, as he leaned against a wall on his left side. He opened his eyes, and found himself located in a small box-like carriage. He looked around and saw nine others, from his town, all sitting there with there heads held down. They had an expression on their face. An expression of fear, and depression. “W-Where are we…?” Artus quietly said. He awaited a response from the other people, but they weren’t talking. He waited a few seconds before asking again. “Are you guys gonna answer or what?” He said again, this time agitated. His head was hurting, and he was feeling an extreme sense of discomfort. Suddenly a voice spoke from the corner.
“Isn’t it obvious…” A young man said. He held up his hands which were wrapped by rope. “We’re going to Galvez Prison…there’s no hope for us…” He said, as he frowned and lowered his had. Artus sighed and looked to his other side, where he saw a girl, probably in her early twenties. He saw her bawling her eyes out, and whimpering.
“I can’t die…not yet…” She said. “I heard the soldiers talking….they said we are going to be fed to some monster…” She cried some more, this time tears trickling down her cheeks. Artus sat there, trying to loosen the rope around his hands. Artus concentrated, trying to use his magic to free himself. He knew a basic Lightning-based spell, which if used properly, could burn the rope right off his hands. He sat there for a few seconds, and suddenly his hands started to glow a blue aura, then releasing sparks of electricity. The sparks cackled, and smoke started to come out of the ropes. And then in an instance, the rope became burnt and blackened from spell, and loosened the grip on Artus’ hands.
“You know magic?!” Another prisoner spoke. Artus looked around and nodded, as everyone’s faces suddenly lit up with happiness. “Great! You can free us!” One of the men leaned over to Artus, signaling him to break the rope. Artus hesitated for a moment, but then reached over to his roped hands.
“This might hurt a bit.” Artus said. Normally, his spell would be powerful enough to harm someone, but by manipulating the amount of mana used, he can use it for petty tasks such as this. He placed his hands over the prisoner’s and soon enough the sparks started to form. The rope started to blacken.
“Yes! It’s work-“
BOOM! Suddenly, the entire carriage shifted to the side, as if it was hit by something. All the prisoners, including Artus fell to one side. The carriage stopped moving. Artus’ heart stopped, as he waited silently with the others. “ What was that…?” He said. Suddenly, the carriage shifted once more, this time causing everyone inside hit the sides repeatedly, as if the carriage was falling down off of a cliff. In a matter of seconds, the carriage made a loud sound, as if it just hit something hard, and it shattered the side open. Water started to fill the broken carriage, which was slowly sinking. “Oh crap…” Artus cussed, and he tried to hold his breath. He looked around and saw that the others were frantically looking for a way out of the carriage. Artus quickly placed his hand on the top of the carriage, away from the water. “Thunderbolt!” He said, as he partially blew off the side of the carriage, also shocking some of the other prisoners, who were in close range. Artus climbed out of the carriage and several others followed out. Artus stared helplessly, as nearly half of the others attempted to get out, but drowned from the weight of the carriage. Artus looked around, and saw there in the middle of a lake, with a waterfall rushing above. He looked around some more and saw the bodies of Grandoran soldiers laying around in the water, and near some rocks. Artus quickly turned around and saw the prisoner were running away, all in different directions. “Wait! Shouldn’t we….stick together?” But it was too late. “I guess that just leaves me…”
A Few months later:
*South East of Kale
Info: A large forest south of Kale. Notable dangerous wildlife include wolves.
Artus had been travelling for a while now. His original intent was to find Kale right away, but he had been spending most of his time in another town near Nalan, which surprisingly, is doing fine. However, he figured since it was too close to his hometown, it would be too much of a risk to go through the same experience. He needed to go to Kale, in hopes of finding a new place to live, and possibly make some new friends. Although the thought of living with his relatives occurred in his mind, the only thing holding him back was his unhealthy relationship with his uncle and cousin. “I think it’s time for a break.” He perched himself on to a large boulder, and took out a metal canteen containing water. “That tastes good.” He said to himself, as he took multiple sips of the cool liquid. He looked around the forest and noticed its peacefulness. Why couldn’t it always be like this… He thought to himself. He longed for the times when he was little, and there was none of this civil war nonsense going on. Back when Kazu’s father was in charge, as well as Diaz’s. However, it seems as if both of their passing away has caused the country to go into turmoil. Artus closed his eyes, and meditated, wandering off into the sounds of nature. Birds chirping, leaves rustling, wind blowing. He opened his eyes. From the corner of his eyes he noticed two people walking on the path right in front of him. Artus recognized them right away. Their black and gold armor, and their distinctive spiked shoulder gauntlets made them easily recognizable. They were Grandoran soldiers. Artus stood up top the boulder, and backed away, avoiding their sight. He cautiously observed them as they walked past Artus, not noticing. One of them had a helmet on, but no visor, so his face was completely exposed. The other one had no helmet on, but was clearly much older than the other one. He had a grey mustache and grey hair. Artus watched as they continued along the path, on their merry way.
“I should probably wait a few minutes before going.” Artus decided. He knew that the soldiers were probably looking for touble, and the last thing he needed was a butt-kicking and a one-way trip to Galvez Prison.