Fantasy Titans of the Lost World (Open)

[Birdsie]

Sarastro Lancerose - Watercrow Plains // Red Hills Battlefield

The group soon set out to the Red Hill Battlefield, where a fight took place in a war against Kuflea. Sarastro vaguely recalled some of those events being taught to him, but nowadays, he couldn't care that much. A broken dream is a discarded dream, and so are its memories.

After Jabari said his piece, Sarastro muttered, "Years of training to fight buffalos... not bad, all in all..."

Mounted atop Prince, his owlish gaze swept over the plain, scanning it for anything indicating what they were looking for was around. "This is a big place to sweep," he said. He glanced at the others. "Should we split up?"

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[Inheritance]

Archbishop Alarac​

Leaving this pathetic town was easy, he had a small camp waiting for him on the outskirts. It wouldn't take too long for his cleansing force to arrive-and he was even more sure that this was going to happen when someone threw a tomato at him as he left. That man's head would be on a pike soon, but not before he watched his family slaughtered. Rage was still boiling up inside him as he approached his camp, surprised when he saw two messengers there. A wave of divination told him that it was bad news. He glared at them both, waiting for their message.

"M-most holy one...um...let us be brief-"

"YES! On with it! What is the bad news?!"

"The Sword was stolen...the one you declared a holy relic that should never be touched..."

If Alarac was angry before, he was beyond furious now. It took every ounce of self control for him not to drain every ounce of life that flowed through the two messenger's veins. He turned around, almost numb.
"Get out of my sight...and make sure I have my inquisition..." He growled. The messengers didn't need to hear it twice. They were gone before he finished the sentence.

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