Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2019 22:08:03 GMT -6
Larsa had ventured to the coast that had sat along near the Port City. It was only recently that a certain of events had began to unfold. First, Larsa had woken up in this strange land in a forest known as the Wanderwood. He had met a young warrior by the name of Noel who had unfortunately lost his memory. Larsa was fortunate to remember his friends as well as what he had fought to protect. However, that came at the cost of losing his brother Vayne. The next thing that had happened after arriving at the port city, someone or something was using powerful magicks that wreaked havoc on the townspeople. He had aided in healing people and also met some people who also had helped. Larsa had not encountered the person who caused the panic, but if he were to meet the person who wrought havoc on Torensten, he would see to it that the person would be brought unto justice. Even though Torensten wasn't a place that had any value to the young lord, he thought it only right to still aide as well as protect the people.
Perhaps being accustomed to being the new Emperor of Archades only made his desire to protect those who needed it had grown. He stared out into the vast ocean in front of, seeing nothing but the surface of the water, simply taking in the view as a slight breeze swept over his face. He had decided to wait til tomorrow before venturing out to look for his Comrades. He was rather confident that they were here somewhere in Zephon as well, although he had no such evidence to confirm it. To put it simply, it was ... A feeling he had. He had already ventured a great deal to get to Torensten alone. It would be wise for him to save his strength and energy for the time being before setting out again. Surely, the others would do the same.
Please, wait for me, my friends. I shall find you soon. The young lord thought, still enjoying the view in front of him, whilst sitting at the edge of the cliff. Behind him was a path that led farther out inland. As Larsa had sat there, he heard commotion not too far away. Larsa had stood up, hearing the commotion. It was then that Larsa had seen a woman who seemed to be attacked by Bandits. Larsa quickly ran to the ladies aide. He then stopped, picking up a rock. He quickly chucked it at the bandit, hitting him on the head with it. It was then that Larsa had got their attention. There were two of them, both male.
"I suggest you leave her alone," Larsa said with a stern look on his face, slowly drawing his sword just in case they had decided to attack him with their blades. "Oi! This brat's rubbin 'is nose where it don't belong! Get rid 'o 'em!" One of bandits said. Soon after, The bandit that spoke had began to chase after the other one. Larsa had attempted to give chase to stop him, however the other bandit stopped him by swinging his blade at the young lord. Larsa had simply side-stepped, avoiding the man's blade, then quickly raising his hand and casted Aero on the bandit, sending a small wave of wind at point-blank range hitting him in the chest, knocking him down. As this was happening, little did the young lord know that he would be getting aide by someone he did not know.
Perhaps being accustomed to being the new Emperor of Archades only made his desire to protect those who needed it had grown. He stared out into the vast ocean in front of, seeing nothing but the surface of the water, simply taking in the view as a slight breeze swept over his face. He had decided to wait til tomorrow before venturing out to look for his Comrades. He was rather confident that they were here somewhere in Zephon as well, although he had no such evidence to confirm it. To put it simply, it was ... A feeling he had. He had already ventured a great deal to get to Torensten alone. It would be wise for him to save his strength and energy for the time being before setting out again. Surely, the others would do the same.
Please, wait for me, my friends. I shall find you soon. The young lord thought, still enjoying the view in front of him, whilst sitting at the edge of the cliff. Behind him was a path that led farther out inland. As Larsa had sat there, he heard commotion not too far away. Larsa had stood up, hearing the commotion. It was then that Larsa had seen a woman who seemed to be attacked by Bandits. Larsa quickly ran to the ladies aide. He then stopped, picking up a rock. He quickly chucked it at the bandit, hitting him on the head with it. It was then that Larsa had got their attention. There were two of them, both male.
"I suggest you leave her alone," Larsa said with a stern look on his face, slowly drawing his sword just in case they had decided to attack him with their blades. "Oi! This brat's rubbin 'is nose where it don't belong! Get rid 'o 'em!" One of bandits said. Soon after, The bandit that spoke had began to chase after the other one. Larsa had attempted to give chase to stop him, however the other bandit stopped him by swinging his blade at the young lord. Larsa had simply side-stepped, avoiding the man's blade, then quickly raising his hand and casted Aero on the bandit, sending a small wave of wind at point-blank range hitting him in the chest, knocking him down. As this was happening, little did the young lord know that he would be getting aide by someone he did not know.