While being dragged Nyos replied "Well yes, but it's more fun the way I do it, don't you think?"
When they were close enough, Keil let go of Nyos's hair like it was trash and put on a terrifying expression that only Nyos could see "Present yourself the right way!"
Unable to resist Keil's intimidation, Nyos trembled slightly as his carefree stance was changed to a totally firm one.
"Yeah… Well…" With a much more terrifying look from Keil, Nyos was able to loosen his tongue and speak, although more than speaking, it was a prolonged shout "I am Nyos Minska! General of the Tower of Art and custodian of the west wing of the castle!"
"It's nice… see you?… Nyos. I hope I'm not interrupting anything "those were Zark's words; Although he himself had not realized that, his words conveyed enough calm and kindness to calm Nyos, who was in a tense situation on the part of Keil.
Although Zark's words must have shown that there was no problem, apparently Nyos did not understand the difference between kindness and the show of generosity.
"Well, if you put it like that ... actually if he was doing something ..."
If Keil had had his sword, he would pry it open in Nyos's chest, but doing such an action before his lord would have been shameful; The only thing he could do to save this situation was simply raise one of his fists (without the master of him noticing) and silently threaten Nyos with death.
Feeling his blood run cold and that possibly at any moment his heart would be ripped from his chest, Nyos corrected his words "well… no. What I mean is that you, Lord Zark, are the owner of the castle. No matter the time of your visit, it could never be called an interruption! " his last words were more like a gasp than anything else.
"Yes ... I wouldn't want to be a bother" although his voice was indecisive, Zark's body language let his subordinates know that there were no problems.
Walking calmly, he made his way to the center of the arena, observing every detail meticulously, until his gaze reached the VIP area.
The new unnatural perception of him told her, in that place there was another entity.
Keil knew his master very well, so he was able to predict his next possible action, staring at Nyos, asking "Where is Frey? He is supposed to be in this place. "
Hearing Keil's question, Nyos abruptly turned and looked at the VIP room, then yelled out loud "eehh Frey! Take hold and get off! They already found out that you are hiding! "
In the VIP lounge area, a trembling shadow could be seen.
"He was hiding himself?" Keil asked questioningly.
"Mmm ... yes ... maybe ... maybe ..." Nyos's answer didn't get to any particular point.
Glancing at the dark elf, Zark asked "why?"
"I'm not him, but he's probably very shy."
A calm and serious voice responded to Nyos' slanders. Due to the distance the VIP area was, normally a miracle would be required to hear it. But since the structure combined good design with spells to enhance the voice, that situation was not a problem for the person who was in that place.
"Eehh ... don't speak ill of me."
The three who were in the arena of the amphitheater directed their gazes directly to the place from which the voice came, and as if these were deadly weapons, the figure that was on top immediately tried to hide.
"Frey, is that you?" Keil asked calmly "Our master, Lord Zark came to this place to do some things."
Unlike the calm and deep voice heard previously, this time a sharp and broken voice was heard "Frey is not here today, come back later" it seemed that whoever was speaking was trying to fake a high-pitched voice.
Keil seemed the last straw, as someone decent that she is, such behavior was unacceptable "Frey! Your way of acting is totally indecent. "
"Indecent? ... Eh" again the deep voice was heard, but immediately the sharp voice returned "You are wrong, come back later, Frey is not there."
On the other hand, for Zark, the whole situation was impressive, but impressive in a positive way; the possibility that fictional characters created for an RPG campaign were real and had personality left him speechless.
Relaxing his posture.
If they were his subordinates, his generals, his guardians, then he must act as someone worthy of the position of his character, he must be Zark Ar Zathot.
"Frey" who spoke was Zark, his thick voice resounded in the place producing a slight echo effect. "I know my arrival was sudden, that is understandable, but my affairs are of vital importance to the castle, I must discuss a couple of things with my generals."
As a Lord, he must understand the power of using words and seeing the truth behind them. Sometimes it is necessary to tell a lie to reassure people.
Keil seemed immediately relieved to find that her master was not offended.
On the other hand, the pressure on Nyos began to slowly ease and he looked back towards the VIP room.
"You heard it. Our great master, Lord Zark came to this area to meet us. "
"Eehh ... I don't want to go down, you guys are so far away. Why don't we do it here better?"
"In that case Frey. If you're so scared of jumping, I'm going to kick you down! " It was Nyos's blunt solution to the hidden Frey's dilemma.
Resigned to defeat, Frey sighed "mmm ... Good ... But I'll go down the stairs ..."
"Are you planning to keep Lord Zark waiting? Get down at once! " Subtlety aside, Keil's words came straight to Frey.
"It's okay. It's okay."
With no other choice, a burly figure leapt down. When landing on the ground there was a heavy impact that raised dust, unlike Nyos which did not produce any noticeable effect due to its fall. Probably due to his different abilities.
After landing and the dust cloud had cleared, she began to walk relaxed; a glance at where it fell would reveal that the ground had been cracked from the impact.
If Nyos was slender, thin, with little muscle (ideal for a gymnast) and dressed in light and elegant clothing; Frey was the opposite, his body constitution was massive in comparison, he was about 2.20 meters tall and although he was not visible, his body seemed to overflow with muscles. The most noticeable thing about Frey was his equipment. On his body was jet black plate armor with silver edges at the plate joints. The helmet had a vaguely tower-like appearance; It did not have vecera, there was only a cross design in the area of its face that allowed visibility to the outside, but due to the style of the helmet (and the enchantments it had) it was impossible to see any detail of the face, allowing only to see an empty black. On his neck and waving on his back, is in an outstanding crimson cape of incredible quality, without hindering Frey's movement, the cape moved with total tranquility with light and fluid movements. The shoulder pads o
All of the featured characters possessed a combination of race, classes, and items that made them fearsome enemies, and some of them even possessed abilities that could be considered cheating (one of them was Zark and Frey himself, although there were others).In theory, each prominent character in the castle was as dangerous or even more dangerous than a player character.So only a few could rival in power.Considering the above, something occurred to him."What if it allowed you to fight each other? Something like a friendly showdown. "They both looked at each other (Nyos and Frey), the proposal was unexpected."Can we ...? - Nyos started."And I conclude the sentence Frey "... do it?"Zark nodded before replying "they can do it, as long as they avoid lethal attacks.""Oohh.""Oohh."They both seemed positively surprised by Zark's proposal, that was good, but he had to do a few things first."Befo
A total of 50 soldiers were riding through the grasslands. Each of them was muscular, vigorous, and attention-grabbing. These men could only be described with the word "robust". Even dressed in armor, one could see the muscles underneath.A man, in his 30s, with skin tanned from sun exposure, short hair, and black eyes sharp as a sword, looked at the man behind him."Marshal, we are approaching the first village.""I know Captain."Axel Halheimer, the Hero of the Sword, Wielder of the King Soul, the Grand Marshal of the Kingdom of Lothal, was traveling in the direction of the shadowy mountains of the southern region of the Duchy of Riverland.The duchy of Riverland was the duchy that was in the east of the Kingdom of Lothal, this duchy shared a border to the East with the Empire of Kaleth (with which the Kingdom of Lothal was at war).Suppressing the anxiety he felt, Axel prayed that his horse would be able to maintain a steady pace.
The Silhouette wandering over the rocky slope was barely recognizable as a man. Drooling, glassy-eyed, he muttered to himself.He walked stiff-legged like a sleepwalker, and his joints moved like a puppet.His mind was blank. He did not see anything of the landscape that surrounded him, he did not hear the wind, he did not feel the cold or the rain. He knew nothing of the people below the mountain who saw him from a distance.They locked their doors and scared their children with ghost stories in the gloomy mountains.He occasionally he remembered something. Not completely, just loose bits of the past. Sometimes he saw the beautiful smooth bones of those who had followed him, the eye sockets turned toward him with obedience and love.Sometimes he remembered how they chased him, how his eyes widened and his stiff legs tried to walk trying to escape from a dungeon.Most of the time, he knew that he had been betrayed, that everyone was in contr
In the amphitheater Zark was preparing to cast a spell on a scarecrow in a corner.In his arsenal of spells, he possessed all the spells on the Wizard, Sorcerer, and Cleric list; having at his disposal all the schools of magic (Abjuration, Divination, Conjuration, Enchantment, Evocation, Illusion, Necromancy and Transmutation), with such magical ability it would be easy to be overwhelmed by the quantity.As if that weren't enough, even when Zark used a simple low-level magic damage spell, since his class was a full caster, his spell's damage was automatically increased due to other effects that added extra damage. As a result, a simple damage spell did vastly more damage than normal.Zark looked to the side and saw that he was under the scrutiny of Frey and Nyos's curious eyes. His heart felt a little pressure, as he wasn't sure he was living up to his expectations.Zark sighed and looked back at the scarecrow.His eyes were looking at the scarecro
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Other than the scorched earth, nothing else was left standing."Ohhhhh ... so that's the power of 10d6 fire damage" Zark thought.Nyos and Frey looked puzzled and couldn't help but laugh out loud in front of Zark."... Frey, prepare a new scarecrow.""Ah. Yes, I will do it immediately! "Frey advanced holding another scarecrow, and placed it next to the ashes of the previous one.Zark walked in front of the scarecrow, looked at it, and cast a new spell."[Lightning Bolt]"A new magic circle of similar design emerged for this time of a sky blue tone, Immediately after completing the spell I did not activate it, instead it kept waiting, approximately every 6 seconds another magic circle appeared in front of the previous one.He continued to wait until a total of ten magic circles emerged. Suddenly a column of lightning was released heading vertically towards its chosen target wit
With movements fluid like water and light as wind, Nyos unsheathed his rapier and immediately proceeded to take a strange starting posture.Nyos slowly changed his posture. He bent his knees and rests his left hand on the floor of the amphitheater, at the same time that he positioned his weapon in such a way that the point was ready to perform a lunge.Nyos' stance resembled a sprinter's starting position, but he was still standing, so it was slightly similar to the starting stance used in football so it was a bit strange to see him in a match.Nyos stared at his opponent as every muscle in his body tensed.Discerning Nyos's strategy, Frey opted for a more defensive stance, drew his imposing sword of almost two meters, brought it close to his body while keeping the point in the direction of Nyos.He anchored his feet firmly to the ground, tightened his grip on the hilt of his weapon and mentally prepared himself for the dressing of his friend.
Zark was surprised at the combat that happened before his eyes.Although the combat was relatively short, it was full of action.Watching as Frey extended one of his hands to Nyos, they both approached walking; From Zark's point of view, it was surprising that Nyos was able to stand up, though without much thought, he attributed all of this to his new reality."In a world of magic and fantasy everything is possible" was his thought.As he watched as Nyos stumbled closer, another thought arose in his mind."What should I do now?"He should gather clues, although it was not clear to him how this world worked, for the moment Zark was simply an ignorant traveler. He had to exercise caution and gather information very carefully."But how should I do it… ..?"Zark's lonely words echoed through the air.When Frey and Nyos were far enough apart, Zark uttered "truly exciting… the two of them… did really well.
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