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SHAROZ Edit

Landing Edit

Neltor was thinking deeply and swiftly, as he had been for the past hour. At this moment though, he was deciding on which way he would secure his trap and defeat Elorn, the oars reversed, he moved his knight’s unit into Elorn’s back gate. Elorn had centralized most of his units at the front lines to keep a defensive hold at there, but left a vulnerable back door. Neltor attacked the rook, Elorn fell for the trap and finished off Neltor’s knight’s unit at the cost of Elorn’s anti-rook unit. This was only to be counter struck by the two bishop units.

The boat stopped as Nero got up and swept Elorn’s rook off the board, one of the few ways to get the twins focus at climaxes in their games. Neltor yelled in fury at Nero “I had Elorn cornered! You idiot! You ruined our game!”

Nero calmly yet hurriedly replied “We’re at Sharoz.”

Dazanra got up and told them expressionlessly, “I will be leaving now.” Dazanra weakly raised and limped away from the boat, disappearing into the fog.

The twins picked up Fikar, Elorn in the front and Neltor in the back, and followed Nero, who had an atmosphere of knowledge of Sharoz.

Sharoz was in a tropical climate zone and was covered in thousands of huge networks of water, swamps and marshes. Therefore, Sharoz was always fogy in Nez-95 to Nez-85, a season attained when Synava was facing the sun at an angle of 85 to 95 degrees. It only dried at Nez-0 to Nez-15, Nez-0 caused severe solar damage to the swamps and marshes though.

Elorn and Neltor chased after Nero as quickly as possible, but Nero was running too fast for them and they ended up taking a wrong turn, a turn into a dense mesh of tiny bungalows that were more the size of small sheds. Elorn yelled to Neltor “Wait! I think we lost Nero!,”Elorn slowly turned around to look at Neltor, both of them were in complete shock as they realized that they didn’t know what was going on, they now knew that they knew less of how the world worked, “What should we do?”

Both the twins walked in-between a bungalow and a large building to rest from anxiety. As they sat down and laid Fikar comfortably, they sighed. They were exhausted, even though they had awoken only a few hours ago, the sun had moved approximately 0.5 centimeters in all the time they were awake. Neltor pulled out a pocket sized purse, which he had crafted with zebra muscles dried skins, and asked in a daring tone “Play me?”

Elorn stared at Neltor in a perplexed manner, but finally said “Aw, what the heck! Let’s play.”

They both yelled simultaneously “I’m white!,”They both knew that Elorn had called first, as their brains could now measure time by a tenth of a second.

Later, they would fall asleep in the deep colonization of Sharoz’s most populated metropolis, darkened by the sun shield laid over the city to protect all the sleeping denizens...

"Elorn, why is this place covered in a sun shade?"

"So I heard, the locals around here can't stand the sunlight--it is like acid to them."

"So they need this protective covering every day?"

"Aye," replied Neltor.


Nero had forgotten about the two kinors and the fikos at the moment, his mind full of remembering the correct route to the clock tower’s market. His neck sore from being crooked so long, remembered that he did not require his mask. He took it off and let his neck feel straight and let the air cool the perspiration that had seeped under his neck, a rash had turned his emerald green scales to a harsh bloody red(from scales pealing and the rash), yes, he knew that this is the way he should be allowed to live. He finely reached the clock tower, remembering that soon he would be most likely be in the middle of a fight that he either caused or just had more bad luck...

The official gangs that pretended to be guilds would be coming out to claim the clock tower as their territory at the "official” time, or for them when the clock struck 90 o’clock. He stared at the beautiful 720 lines that marked each degree and semi-degree. This beauty was what he always saw, even when he was thinking on where to go, but at last he saw a vent and walked towards it. As he opened it he saw that inside was a duct leading down and a tremendous wave of heat. On the vertical wall was written:

If you come down here to kill me, reconsider because this is the only entrance that does not have a security lock and it leads into my light sealed furnace that is always receiving extremely flammable yet long burning fuel.

He thought for a few moments and a plan formed in his train of thought. He grabbed hold of some mud that had absorbed the moisture and packed the vent with it. He then put an energy field that blocked air from going through it over the vent, waited a few minutes and then slid down the duct. Success, as he had thought, the fire had dyed by a loss of oxygen and now he was hidden in a maze of ducts that heated the entire house. His sandals blackened by the medals heat and his body prepared to hold in all the water it could. He shot a wave of energy to counter the heat, somewhere else he heard heavy droplets echoing from far away. His blood began to expand and his heart pounded. He heard a yawn come and someone mumbling. He heard a soft liquid trickle down a pipe and more mumbling. He realized what was happening and screamed in horror "No! Don’t start a fire!”he sent a wave of powerful energy to the furnace and heard pressure being compressed as he maneuvered it to push a hole in the metal, the metal cracked and the liquid seeped out and with it went Nero’s conscious...


When Elorn awoke from his nap, he saw that their was a group of people talking to Neltor, who had an expression of gladness. Elorn got up and walked over to the group, who looked over at him and nodded. Neltor took a stride towards Elorn and with glee said, "Elorn! these people are going to help us get Fikar to a hospital!”

Elorn had to register in his mind what Neltor meant he ran over and picked up Fikar with Neltor and they followed the group, the group of people followed the path to the clock tower and went to a house with a golden bell connected to the door so that if you opened the door the bell would warn of intruders. One of the females in the group told them "The doctor is in there, we’ll defend the tower here so you’ll be safe while we defend our establishment here.”

Elorn, not understanding what they were saying looked at Neltor and he looked at Elorn, but not with confusion. Elorn commenced a soul bond and after the few moments of stabilizing the information swiftly loaded into Elorn’s brain. He learned that Neltor had been abducted and interrogated and had to prove that he was not part of a guild. When he finally proved he asked if they could help Fikar, which they had gone back to see what condition he was in as they observed the condition of Fikar they told him that there was a clinic near the clock tower. As they negotiated on payment for the bills Elorn had awoken, so they finished that they would pay if the twins defended the tower with them for awhile, they would even have a place to sleep in the tower as long as they acted like members of the guild, temporarily.

Elorn and Neltor went into the clinic with Fikar. On the outside the clinic had been a titanium box and no other descriptions could be given, but the inside was much more cozier, chairs sat in the corner to be sat on with the walls painted dark red, a gold colored grid pattern was sprawled across the red. A note was on the oak counter beside the bell, it read ‘Ring bell for service’ Neltor tapped the bell, but no response was given so he rang it repeatedly until a frazzled person came to the desk and yelled "This clinic is not open for ser-!”

Then he gazed at Fikar and opened the door in the wall that was not apparent to outsiders and said expressionlessly "bring him in here, don’t mind the other person in the room...”

Neltor handed Fikar over to the shadon and responded "We have to help the dominant guild now, they are paying...” The clinician nodded as they turned with their hearts pounding, no longer did they have control of what happened to Fikar...

Engagement Edit

Neltor walked deeper into the density of shadons, arrows and fog, Neltor at this moment had his first glance of two guilds fighting over territory and was shocked at how different a mob verse mob battle was from a one on one battle, his mind raced for new strategies, in his perceptual vision he saw a white figure racing towards him, a bloody sword in his raised hand, the door opened, Neltor jumped away from the warrior as he lunged at him, Elorn walked into the square in a daze just like Neltor had, Neltor pounced upon the attacker, who slashed his sword at Neltor’s arm, Elorn focused on him, Neltor stole his sword, and Elorn shot a bullet of blue flame at him, Neltor ducked, just as the doomed warrior fell down, face misshapen by the surge of energy.

Elorn he began to vomit, but only began--then he forced it down, though with a lingering sense of nausea.


Inside the clinic, a mutated form stood inside and waited for his host to return, and as the clinic returned Nero saw Fikar’s feeble body, at once he stood up, ready to ask questions, but the clinician explained without being questioned though, "I think your twin kinors have just entered our politics, they are defending the tower at this very moment outside...”

Nero didn’t need to excuse himself, at once he left the building to find the twins and protect them from the enemy force, he hadn’t taught them guild verse guild combat yet, only how to be a strategist. Were they prepared for mobs?


Neltor, with his arm bleeding, raced for Elorn, as this battle was not made for a wizard. As Neltor kneeled over Elorn, pinching Elorn’s nose, a cold rush of pain rushed through his body, his body started feeling a numb warmth. He stared at a blade, thrust through his body and most likely piercing his organs, rainbows speckled across his vision and blackness began to fill his sight.

But Neltor wasn’t ready to let his conscious fly away, he got up, turned around, stared at his foe and punched him in the stomach. The victim returned the deed, and as Neltor fell over, pulled the sword out of Neltor, blood gushed out of the slit and he could no longer keep his conscious with him, it fluttered just at his finger tips but never came down into his grasp...


Nero raced out of the clinic and into the crowd, Fikar was safe in the clinic but out here the twins were on the brink of death, always.

Someone charged at him, only to be blasted away into the crowd. He looked about, but the fog was dense in the dome. Nero spouted a beam of light about the room, dismantling the fog and burning the shadons before he saw two limp twins on the ground, he flew towards them, picked them up and flew up to the clock tower’s gear room, the clinic had been locked but he knew they would be safe on a gear with a horizontal axis. Nero laid the two down, shaking Elorn awake.

"What is going on?”asked Elorn

"You used pure magic...”replied Nero

"Is Neltor safe?”

"I saved you both... He seemed to have been severely injured, after the battle we should bring him to the clinic...”

"He only had a gash on his arm when I blacked out...”

"Someone stabbed him right through his stomach...”

"...Can you explain pure magic to me?”

"Alright, it is a more refined magic, what did you generate?”

"A fire ball...”

"Those take a lot of energy, especially if you don’t use them right...You made fire with pure energy, the safe way is to take some wood or flammable material and pulse the energy into it, the energy then is sent to the target, material included with the kinetics.”

"I don’t think we helped.”

"Why did you chose to help these people?”

"They said they would pay the fees if we helped them defend the tower...”

"They’ll do that, and if the enemy gets in here we will be here to stop them, but next time don’t get into these type of politics...”

"Why is my nose bleeding?” asked Elorn.

"Your brain needed so much blood that it overflowed and drained the blood by using your nasal exits, the easiest and shortest path for the blood to drain.”

"Has that happened to you before?”

"I use magic a lot, so yes, but my mind is very advanced and it rarely happens...I would have to blast a wall of flame across this entire area. One of the times I almost killed myself was when I flared a wave of pure energy across an entire war zone, me verse an army, I won, but I laid passed out for a few days...”

"You’re a supernatural Nero...”

"Thanks, most people call people with that much power fiends...”

"I’ve only heard of people who could do that in legends, I have never met someone like you before...”

"Your social life never had a chance to flourish, Dazanra has the ability to change the air currents, he likes to summon storms to give his opponents harsh conditions...”

"You could do that”

"I suppose...”

"When did you first start using magic?”

"Once I was born.”

"Aren’t children not able to use magic?”

"Well, I never really was a child, but as you said, I’m a supernatural...”

"Ya...I never really knew much about magic until I met Fikar.”

"To think that we have only known each other for only 54 days.”

"Will Fikar be alright?”

"Fikar is in the hands of the friend I wanted to meet, the one I mentioned on the boat, he is safe with the clinician.”

Doors slammed and Nero jumped up, opened his sack, handed Elorn the dagger and unstrapped his katana from the seam.

"The offenders have broken into the tower, use the dagger to defend yourself, I’ll handle this,” Nero quickly yet politely commanded.

And off Nero went, the ring of diamond clashing against metal could be heard throughout the tower, but never once was a scale even scraped. At moments a pause could be heard but the collage of sounds continued on with an explosion and a wave of heat. The battle was against Nero in numbers, but in power was evidently bias for Nero. Soon enough reinforcements charged in, Nero retreated higher up the tower, to mend to Neltor and protect Elorn. He ran in, saw the foes who had ran farther into the tower and had found Elorn. Nero slashed the swords out of the shadons’ hands and slashed at one’s throat, the others just ran in fear of death.

"Some of them ran up the stairs to the top floor.” Elorn nervously reported to Nero.

And off Nero was again, leaping up gears and sending jolts of electricity at his foes, his katana clashing against the swords of his enemies. And he came back, leaping down the gears and guarding the runts, but none came up, for the battle was over...


RecuperationEdit

Nero sat with Elorn in the clinic, Nero was not worried because he knew that the clinician had cured wounds much worse then Fikar’s. Elorn on the other hand knew nothing of the clinician's abilities, causing him to be very anxious.

"Neltor will be fine,” Nero reassured Elorn.

"How are you so certain?” Elorn inquired.

"Because the clinic here Is the clinician, the friend I came here to meet, and he has cured people in worse condition and studied as a doctor with a 100% average by the end of his education. He is the best doctor alive in Synava, many say he should be labeled as a god, like Tyr the alchemist.”

"Nero, what did you mean when you said ‘I never really was a child’?”

"Something I wish I hadn’t told you, I’ll tell you one day when all this is over and we will be on more friendly terms, not dependant terms.”

"Can you explain why you need me?” Elorn was surprised.

"At first it was to obey my master’s order of dominating this district, but corruption enters those with power and he stopped thinking of the people, but of his own wealth. So I quit, while being expelled, and hurried off to stop Fikar. He is my right hand, he wasn’t best suited for the job but his loyalty lies with me more than with the guild's master. So when I told him I had been expelled, he knew that he was also expelled and therefore would help me with my plan to defeat that guild. You and your brother have a very special ability, which is why I’m surprised they labeled you as runts, because you aren’t. You are gifted.”

"I thought we were weak though.”

"The definition of the word ‘runt’ is: One who is abnormal by a large extent. End of definition, so you see, because you are more powerful, you are abnormal, which makes you a runt.”

"Then am I stronger than Dazanra?”

"No, he is a powerful Lorn, but later on after some excessive training you will be.”

"And Neltor?”

"He is also powerful.”

"How did you get your katana, it looks valuable.”

"I made it myself, back when I lived on another island.”

"How did you make it that sharp?”

"Magic.”

"That must have taken a long time.”

"It took a lifetime.”

"Did you make the runes?”

"Yes.”

"Your life must be so exciting. I wish I had stories like you, I was born and sent to an island with my twin brother, the end.”

"The island must have been interesting.”

"I guess it was sometimes.”

"Besides, this is the story you can tell others now.”

"I guess. How old are you?”

"Very old.”

"But you are so healthy and nimble, mentally and physically.”

"I’ll never pass my prime.”

"How do you know that?”

"My cells only multiply into stronger cells, not weaker. They also generate at a stable rate.”

"So are you immortal?”

"Through natural death, yes.”

"Your never going to die.”

"Death is always looming above me.”

"How many times have you almost died?”

"How many times have you breathed?”

"Ever since I was born.”

"That is your answer.”

"You have been safe at one point.”

"Never have I not been at risk of dying.”

"But not once have you died.”

"Maybe I have.”

"But you are living.”

"Now.”

"How do can you enter reincarnation?”

"When you die, you brain energy lives. My energy is attracted to the Gate of Souls.”

"But wouldn’t it be dispersed?”

"Not if the energy is strongly connected.”

"So when you die you are reborn?”

"Somewhat, my short-term memory is deleted.”

"That is all?”

"The path to the top of the great mountain isn’t safe, the energy isn’t stable.”

"Who taught you how to combat like the way you do?”

"Who taught you to breathe?”

"Myself”

"There is your answer.”

"You are a good fighter.”

"That is why I was a warlord.”

"But you said it is just strategy that maters.”

"And I can do that also.”

"You’re a good chess player.”

"Just playing with my strategies”

"Did you ever lose a battle while serving that guild?”

"When the generals thought my plans were not coordinated well and they started the ambush early or they did something else that I hadn’t planned for. A few times I had ran in and improvised, whenever I reached them on time we didn’t have to retreat.”

"Did you ever retreat during a one on one battle?”

"Never, unless I died, but I wouldn’t remember that.”

"I doubt you’ve ever died.”

"I’ve died a few times.”

"How many years has it been since you last died?”

"Much longer then you’ll ever be alive for.”

Silence set into the room for a few minutes...

"Neltor is going to be in there for a few days, Fikar longer. Do you want to see Sharoz?”

"Only the exit.”

"If only you would see the greatness of Sharoz...”

"What is in this slum?”

"More then you think. But that doesn’t matter, because we are going to have another long walk through Sharoz, to their northern port.”

"Can’t we find an easier way?”

"We could take a carriage across the continent...”

"Why not? We’re rich! Fikar and Neltor will need to rest too.”

"Okay, but only if you come and look around Sharoz with me.”

"...Fine...”

"Let’s get going then.”

And the entry bells jingled as Nero and Elorn went out the door...

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