narsiserious
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The Last One
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narsiserious
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The Great Witch had passed.
As the news of the tragedy reached the kingdom, sneers and hisses were immediately exchanged from one person to another. The Great Witch had not been well liked by the citizens, and the sins she had committed had not gone unnoticed. The people did not take well to magicals, especially ones that caused a threat. No one was terribly saddened by the news of the witch's passing. The people did not mourn, nor did they hold a memorial for the witch. They did, however, celebrate. They drank to her, and chanted her name, but with resentment in their voices. They were glad to be rid of her. Glad to be finally free of the fear that they had for her magic. Glad to roam the streets as they pleased.
Unbeknownst to them, she had left something more precious than her life. Her only predecessor. Her son.
The kingdom was not rid of the witch's presence just yet. There was still another threat.
***
"A new order from his majesty."
A rough, low, voice from within the dark room of a mercenary tavern reached the ears of a lone figure stood leaning against the wall beside the door. The young man lifted his head ever so slightly as the door opened, revealing a bulky palace guard with a scowl permanently etched onto his face. The guard glanced at him briefly, giving him a small nod before turning away to walk out of the tavern.
"Lysander!"
At the call of his name, the young man pushed himself away from the wall and entered the room. The 'office', as his employer called it, was a small space with nothing but a desk, a few chairs, and hundreds of wanted posters stuck to the wall. The only interesting thing inside the room was the boss himself, who sat behind his desk. His long, red, beard was the first thing that caught Lysander's eye. His pale, scarred, face was next. The man looked like he'd been through too many battles with how many scars he had littering his skin. Though Lysander knew he shouldn't be staring, his boss was very eye-catching.
"You can handle this one. It won't be too hard for you," his employer, Diedrich, smirked.
Lysander raised an eyebrow and picked up the wanted poster from the desk. "The Great Witch's son..."
As the news of the tragedy reached the kingdom, sneers and hisses were immediately exchanged from one person to another. The Great Witch had not been well liked by the citizens, and the sins she had committed had not gone unnoticed. The people did not take well to magicals, especially ones that caused a threat. No one was terribly saddened by the news of the witch's passing. The people did not mourn, nor did they hold a memorial for the witch. They did, however, celebrate. They drank to her, and chanted her name, but with resentment in their voices. They were glad to be rid of her. Glad to be finally free of the fear that they had for her magic. Glad to roam the streets as they pleased.
Unbeknownst to them, she had left something more precious than her life. Her only predecessor. Her son.
The kingdom was not rid of the witch's presence just yet. There was still another threat.
***
"A new order from his majesty."
A rough, low, voice from within the dark room of a mercenary tavern reached the ears of a lone figure stood leaning against the wall beside the door. The young man lifted his head ever so slightly as the door opened, revealing a bulky palace guard with a scowl permanently etched onto his face. The guard glanced at him briefly, giving him a small nod before turning away to walk out of the tavern.
"Lysander!"
At the call of his name, the young man pushed himself away from the wall and entered the room. The 'office', as his employer called it, was a small space with nothing but a desk, a few chairs, and hundreds of wanted posters stuck to the wall. The only interesting thing inside the room was the boss himself, who sat behind his desk. His long, red, beard was the first thing that caught Lysander's eye. His pale, scarred, face was next. The man looked like he'd been through too many battles with how many scars he had littering his skin. Though Lysander knew he shouldn't be staring, his boss was very eye-catching.
"You can handle this one. It won't be too hard for you," his employer, Diedrich, smirked.
Lysander raised an eyebrow and picked up the wanted poster from the desk. "The Great Witch's son..."
Enyo
Story traveler
No one truly couldn't guess that the Great Witch's son was this peculiar man. He was with many other celebrating his excuse of a mother's death.* One more round! We are celebrating here! *Kedar yelled being finally one amongst the crowd. This was all new to him. He had spent too much time being a prisoner and learning magick the most painful way possible. And this pub was full of life. Streets of Pandora was rich of life and joy.
Now he was free of that. Free of the Witch's mark. Of course Kedar was practically a witcher himself right now but no one had to know. He was leaving anyway to explore Pandora soon enough. The crowd started to sing and Kedar sang along being little tipsy.
Kedar was very charmant man with bright almost white blue eyes. He had blond hair and muscles for surviving alone in the nature for weeks. It was getting darker and the parties were getting louder.
Now he was free of that. Free of the Witch's mark. Of course Kedar was practically a witcher himself right now but no one had to know. He was leaving anyway to explore Pandora soon enough. The crowd started to sing and Kedar sang along being little tipsy.
Kedar was very charmant man with bright almost white blue eyes. He had blond hair and muscles for surviving alone in the nature for weeks. It was getting darker and the parties were getting louder.
narsiserious
Senior Member
"You're a magical yourself, you can handle him just fine."
Lysander furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at the poster once again.
There was no doubt that these wanted posters were already plastered on every surface within Pandora. Without the Great Witch's protection, her son would be helpless for sure. Well, that's what everyone thought. No one truly knew what her son was capable of, and now with him being the very last one in Pandora, Lysander had no doubt that his target would be powerful.
"Is that disdain I hear?" he smirked at his boss as he stuffed the poster into his pocket.
"You werewolf scum are useful. You bring me business. Why would I be disdainful?" Diedrich rolled his eyes.
"Right," Lysander ran a hand through his black hair in frustration. "Should I even bother asking you where I should start searching?"
"He could be anywhere. Search the whole of Pandora if you have to. Just bring me back his head," his employer replied.
If Lysander had been given a choice as to what career he would have as an adult, he wouldn't have picked being a hunter. Admittedly, the job was fun when it came to travelling, however, when he had to hunt down living, breathing, people, he still felt slightly hesitant. This was for money. Nothing more. That was all he wanted out of this job. Money.
Lysander furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at the poster once again.
There was no doubt that these wanted posters were already plastered on every surface within Pandora. Without the Great Witch's protection, her son would be helpless for sure. Well, that's what everyone thought. No one truly knew what her son was capable of, and now with him being the very last one in Pandora, Lysander had no doubt that his target would be powerful.
"Is that disdain I hear?" he smirked at his boss as he stuffed the poster into his pocket.
"You werewolf scum are useful. You bring me business. Why would I be disdainful?" Diedrich rolled his eyes.
"Right," Lysander ran a hand through his black hair in frustration. "Should I even bother asking you where I should start searching?"
"He could be anywhere. Search the whole of Pandora if you have to. Just bring me back his head," his employer replied.
If Lysander had been given a choice as to what career he would have as an adult, he wouldn't have picked being a hunter. Admittedly, the job was fun when it came to travelling, however, when he had to hunt down living, breathing, people, he still felt slightly hesitant. This was for money. Nothing more. That was all he wanted out of this job. Money.
Enyo
Story traveler
After having a blast in the pub Kedar stood up and walked outside to watch as the citizens danced and sang to the music. Orchestra was there too to play jolly music.
Last thing that witch dod was change his appearing. He had different face but same eyes. The eastern part of the city was totallyruined by his mother who had turned into dragon for the last fight.
He took his backpack and took out a dark red cloak. He went and bought every kind of food and merch he could possibly need for his trip. Why the hell her mother made herself an enemy for these people. They were more than nice to him. It was easy to keep powers down in this time of month. Around full moon he would have to shapeshirt or something to use this power of his. Just so it wouldn't build up too much.
Last thing that witch dod was change his appearing. He had different face but same eyes. The eastern part of the city was totallyruined by his mother who had turned into dragon for the last fight.
He took his backpack and took out a dark red cloak. He went and bought every kind of food and merch he could possibly need for his trip. Why the hell her mother made herself an enemy for these people. They were more than nice to him. It was easy to keep powers down in this time of month. Around full moon he would have to shapeshirt or something to use this power of his. Just so it wouldn't build up too much.
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