*****
It had been what appeared to be yet another eventless year; months after months of various trainings and testing?s of various weaponry developed by the Military, and doing mock missions around the "Above Surface" worlds. But beyond the monotonous daily life; things appeared to be nothing out of ordinary for many years in the Above Surface worlds.
Even for a highly regarded member of the Guardian Fighters, Akrn never found out what really goes on in the "Under Surface" worlds - any operations down there were kept as strict "Military Confidence" and the only times when he had a chance to venture down there were during more mock missions in highly controlled environment.
It was now the time for the end-of-year break and Akrn had been given a short break after what appeared to be an eternal wait for. And despite that he had been told to remain on high alert for any possible "real" missions; Akrn never really allowed it to detract him from his plans - after all; it had been the same for as long as he can remember, what could possibly go wrong this year?
Near the "Capital City" Akrn sat on a bench inside the city park observed the normal life that went on around him - families stocked up groceries for the dinner party; elderly couples and kids fed the swans in the lake; and other military people from the same establishment mingled with the civilians that other than the uniform they wore; they appeared not unlike each other.
*****
Things weren't always what they seemed, that's for sure. At least, that's what Murahan would always think to himself. Murahan was beat; it'd been a rather long day in the Slums of Phlan. The slums were infested with monsters. Orcs, Hobgoblins, Trolls, you name it. The City Council was on the warpath with getting this situation all under control, but there was only so much they could really do; there was a limited guard, and though the guards were indeed well trained, they needed to stay within the city's walls to protect everyone in town.
New Phlan was cut off from Old Phlan by very large stone walls. It was a night and day difference when you walked through the doors to the old city from the new one.
Murahan stood with four other adventurers. Felgar, the Cleric. Gydolin, the Fighter. Goldleaf, the Wizard. And Exdous, the Thief. Compared to the others, Murahan was not quite up to par in terms of experience, but Murahan still had his own way of doing things that got the job done.
Murahan, didn't know.
He didn't know where his adventures would eventually take him. As of right now, there was a wicked castle to the south that was the center of everyone's worry. But little did Murahan know, that this would all only be the start of something much, much more. More than anything he could possibly imagine.
Exdous: Alright, the tracks check out- up in that building ahead is where some of the Orcs have gathered. From the looks of things, I'm figuring there're about 6 in there.
Gydolin: Everyone alright for another round?
*Goldleaf took off his hat and wiped his brow.*
Goldleaf: I think I have another spell in me. After that though, we'll need to take some rest.
*Murahan walked along the wall a bit while the others were talking, and stopped suddenly.*
Murahan: SHH.
*Felgar picked up his pace from his waist and made a quick scan of the area.*
Felgar: ...?
*Murahan put his ear against the wall. He could hear a good deal of rumbling and what sounded like voices. He pointed his short sword toward the door at the opposite end of the area they were in towards one of the buildings.*
Murahan: We have to move- sounds like a patrol unit. A larger one then usual.
*Gydolin frowned and walked towards the wall. Everyone else stood fast to await Gydolin's orders.*
Murahan: I, really think we should get moving.
Gydolin: Relax. It's probably nothing again. You need to take it-
*The door blew open, and what appeared to be 20 Goblins rushed the room.*
Felgar: What the hell?!
((To Be Continued...))
It had been what appeared to be yet another eventless year; months after months of various trainings and testing?s of various weaponry developed by the Military, and doing mock missions around the "Above Surface" worlds. But beyond the monotonous daily life; things appeared to be nothing out of ordinary for many years in the Above Surface worlds.
Even for a highly regarded member of the Guardian Fighters, Akrn never found out what really goes on in the "Under Surface" worlds - any operations down there were kept as strict "Military Confidence" and the only times when he had a chance to venture down there were during more mock missions in highly controlled environment.
It was now the time for the end-of-year break and Akrn had been given a short break after what appeared to be an eternal wait for. And despite that he had been told to remain on high alert for any possible "real" missions; Akrn never really allowed it to detract him from his plans - after all; it had been the same for as long as he can remember, what could possibly go wrong this year?
Near the "Capital City" Akrn sat on a bench inside the city park observed the normal life that went on around him - families stocked up groceries for the dinner party; elderly couples and kids fed the swans in the lake; and other military people from the same establishment mingled with the civilians that other than the uniform they wore; they appeared not unlike each other.
*****
Things weren't always what they seemed, that's for sure. At least, that's what Murahan would always think to himself. Murahan was beat; it'd been a rather long day in the Slums of Phlan. The slums were infested with monsters. Orcs, Hobgoblins, Trolls, you name it. The City Council was on the warpath with getting this situation all under control, but there was only so much they could really do; there was a limited guard, and though the guards were indeed well trained, they needed to stay within the city's walls to protect everyone in town.
New Phlan was cut off from Old Phlan by very large stone walls. It was a night and day difference when you walked through the doors to the old city from the new one.
Murahan stood with four other adventurers. Felgar, the Cleric. Gydolin, the Fighter. Goldleaf, the Wizard. And Exdous, the Thief. Compared to the others, Murahan was not quite up to par in terms of experience, but Murahan still had his own way of doing things that got the job done.
Murahan, didn't know.
He didn't know where his adventures would eventually take him. As of right now, there was a wicked castle to the south that was the center of everyone's worry. But little did Murahan know, that this would all only be the start of something much, much more. More than anything he could possibly imagine.
Exdous: Alright, the tracks check out- up in that building ahead is where some of the Orcs have gathered. From the looks of things, I'm figuring there're about 6 in there.
Gydolin: Everyone alright for another round?
*Goldleaf took off his hat and wiped his brow.*
Goldleaf: I think I have another spell in me. After that though, we'll need to take some rest.
*Murahan walked along the wall a bit while the others were talking, and stopped suddenly.*
Murahan: SHH.
*Felgar picked up his pace from his waist and made a quick scan of the area.*
Felgar: ...?
*Murahan put his ear against the wall. He could hear a good deal of rumbling and what sounded like voices. He pointed his short sword toward the door at the opposite end of the area they were in towards one of the buildings.*
Murahan: We have to move- sounds like a patrol unit. A larger one then usual.
*Gydolin frowned and walked towards the wall. Everyone else stood fast to await Gydolin's orders.*
Murahan: I, really think we should get moving.
Gydolin: Relax. It's probably nothing again. You need to take it-
*The door blew open, and what appeared to be 20 Goblins rushed the room.*
Felgar: What the hell?!
((To Be Continued...))