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Part I
A flash of lightning split the sky. Rain fell upon the street, and upon him there in it. Black blood muddled with water as it ran across the cobblestone, and as the tension of the battle eased he took a breath and looked around. Here, in this place that he knew nothing of, he fought against monsters he'd never before seen or heard of. With the help of others he slew them, some of them, and the rest fled. There were those still out there, hiding in the shadows, and likely more.And the people here seemed oblivious to everything and everyone, or at least they were just mere moments ago. Now, after the ensuing chaos of battle they were no where to be seen. It was an odd thing for them to have fled without his noticing, almost as though they had simply vanished into thin air.
He looked to the wreckage in the street, and to the slain monsters that lay about. Abominable things they were, and now with their deaths he was left only with questions, not least of which being what to do with their ghastly poisons. There were wounds to be tended to, and it seemed there would be no answers given for those injuries, only the sound of the wind and the rain. But then a voice came from the night.
"There is much that can be done, no wound they can inflict is too great,"
He recognized that voice, and Erën turned his head to see. It was the stranger, the one who had briefly appeared before the monsters' revealed themselves.
"Do you not recognize them, First?"
Though it was a charge that he took up no longer, he was once the First Sword of the Order - something not just anybody would know.
"You must feel it, that not you, but another who came before had bore witness..."
From the dark the stranger came forth, yet hidden beneath their hood. This time though, there was something different about them. He could almost see the strange aura that had followed with this self imposing guide, but there was a feeling in the air that told him it was something to be trusted.
"I know... not fully of what you speak."
"You will... all of you will..."
It was with strange magics their wounds were healed, and their strength restored. He'd have inquired into these powers had he not been awestruck by the display: a beautiful and terrifying dance of colour and light, woven together to mend wounds and fuel their souls. It felt warm, and comforting. This stranger, they were different than anyone he'd ever met, but the familiarity was impossible to deny. They were Aeraesarian, or at least... they knew the light of the Soul Forge - they must have.
Then, through the streets they were led, and down toward the water they ventured until they came near the docks.
The stranger lifted their hand and pointed to the dark keep, perched out in the midst the waters, "there you will find answers, and likely, more questions."
A deep frown formed on his face as he looked out across the water, "you would not share them with us now? Why go there."
"The secrets are those I cannot share, but you must witness with your own eyes..."
Though it still rained, it was gentle now, and quiet.
"How shall we pass, I see neither ship nor raft-"
"You will see..."
His patience with this cryptic approach was growing thin, but he maintained all he could for the time being. He was simply far too curious - he had to know what these creatures were, why he responded to them like he had. Yea, any monster that would seek to slay him would suffer the same fate, but the fervour with which he fought them, the hatred he felt... he knew not its cause, but he'd felt it deep within, like the stranger had said. So, he would wait. And for a long while they did, sharing a few words while they did. After a time, the sound of a ship cutting through the water could be heard. He looked and saw only a shadow of one, coming nearer to them, approaching the dock. Erën was about to begin forward from under a canopy they'd taken shelter, when a sudden cold washed over him. He recognized it, as now it was all too familiar.
Then a sound in the distance.
More of the monsters, their talons clashing against the street, their pace fueled by an anxious need to halt the adventurers' journey across the water.
He reached for his swords, and drew them.
"They will likely reach us before the ship does... we must fight them."
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