rytlock brimstone. life and other stuff.

rytlock brimstone. life and other stuff.

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bright light blinds me as my eyes open for the very first time.
“look! he’s got his daddy’s eyes!” a soothing female voice says.
“yes he does!” another voice says, this time male, “what should we name him?”
“how’s rytlock?” the female voice speaks out again.
“rytlock brimstone. has a nice ring to it. i like it.” i look at the guy who said that. my head flooding with thoughts, and i do not catch all of them. i hear pieces of them. like, “sharp! sharp teeth!” or “fur, furry!” i look around again, the walls are brown, possibly stained. the ceiling is missing and sunlight is flooding into the room. a chair is next to a table where a cup of tea sits. a pair of paws carry me and rock me.
puzzled, i start crying. i do not stop when the female voice carrying me coos at me.
i was forced to stop when a bottle of sweet sensations was shoved into my mouth. i suckled on it and let the warm liquid drip down my throat.
yawning, i shut my eyelids and focused on the voices around me.
“what will we do?” the male says.
“i don’t know. this is a really troubling time to have a cub! with you occupied with the order, and me having to take care of the…”
the door to the room bangs open. a grinding metal on metal sound is heard as the male unsheathes his sword.
“state your business!” the male says in a firm tone, obviously daring the intruder to question him.
“why, sicarius brimstone, i thought you’d’ve understood! a cub has to be separated from his parents at birth! the same was done to you! he must attend fahrar, the finest of the finest.” the intruder says.
“save your spit. you will not touch hair on his head!” the motherly voice screams at the intruder, cuddling her cub closer than ever.
“you know we have to, meleagra. it’s part of the ancient law of the iron legion.” sicarius says.
“no!”
sicarius walks over to rytlock holds his thumb to rytlock’s forehead, “here, the blessing of a brimstone. may the ghosts of the past aid you in the battle,” sicarius whispers to rytlock.
he takes rytlock away from meleagra, causing her to start sobbing uncontrollably, and hands rytlock over to the intruder. and the intruder leaves the room.
mere silence fills it, except for the sound of meleagra crying into sicarius’s shoulder.


10 years later.


“hit harder!” my combat instructor screams, “how do you expect to join the iron legion with that strength!”
tired, the only thing i can say back was a grunt as i threw more sword blows at him, hardly moving him.
“riiiiiing!”
i drop my sword and run over to the table where i grab a glass of water and splash it on my face. the cool liquid drips over my fur as i shook my head. i pick my sword back up and sheath it into the sheath i was given to put onto my waist.
“hey runtlock! think fast!” somebody calls out.
a rock came hurling quick at me and i duck roll onto the ground. i lay there, looking for the person who threw it. i spot him snickering and i unsheathe my sword.
i leap towards him, raising the sword above my head and was about to bring it down on his head when another sword parries my blow. i look at the person who held the sword. it was my instructor.
“we do not let students use their weapons between classes, especially not to harm others!” he screams at me, “now get out of here before i call the guards to escort you out of here!”
“come on rytlock, let’s go. cornutus isn’t worth your time and effort anyways. today, he threw his hammer at the wall instead of bashing it down at the rock,” my friend aladum told me.
aladum was a good student, at least he wasn’t as small as me. sometimes i wonder how somebody as small as me got into here anyways. i thought it was for the big and mighty.
i follow aladum through the hallway and into the courtyard where most of the students were having fun chasing each other.
“where are we going?” i ask him.
“you’ll see. i was asked to bring her…” he gestures towards the female charr over by the corner in the shadows, “to the arena.”
“why?” i question him again.
“hey, what did i say? don’t question the leader’s orders, or you’ll get yourself killed.”
we walk in silence towards the female charr. as we get closer, she looks up. her bright blue eyes were filled with tears as her mouth quivered.
“i don’t know what to say!” aladum says to me.
“what! i thought you said you were good at talking to charr of the other gender,” i look at him perplexed, after all the claims he’s said about him charming girls with his words.
“what i mean is what to tell her. she’s about to go against the fiercest charr in our level! do we tell her good luck?”
“it’s okay, i don’t need it. i already know the outcome,” she speaks out. her voice catches me in surprise. it wasn’t hoarse, unlike most of the others from shouting all day long. it was soothing, like somebody who sang instead of yelled.
aladum looks surprised as well, but she took it in a different way, “i heard you, your voice carries for some distance,” and she smiles.
“well, then you know what we’re here to do then,” aladum says.
“yes.”
“come with me.”
she follows aladum and i trail behind them.
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bright light blinds me as my eyes open for the very first time.
“look! he’s got his daddy’s eyes!” a soothing female voice says.
“yes he does!” another voice says, this time male, “what should we name him?”
“how’s rytlock?” the female voice speaks out again.
“rytlock brimstone. has a nice ring to it. i like it.” i look at the guy who said that. my head flooding with thoughts, and i do not catch all of them. i hear pieces of them. like, “sharp! sharp teeth!” or “fur, furry!” i look around again, the walls are brown, possibly stained. the ceiling is missing and sunlight is flooding into the room. a chair is next to a table where a cup of tea sits. a pair of paws carry me and rock me.
puzzled, i start crying. i do not stop when the female voice carrying me coos at me.
i was forced to stop when a bottle of sweet sensations was shoved into my mouth. i suckled on it and let the warm liquid drip down my throat.
yawning, i shut my eyelids and focused on the voices around me.
“what will we do?” the male says.
“i don’t know. this is a really troubling time to have a cub! with you occupied with the order, and me having to take care of the…”
the door to the room bangs open. a grinding metal on metal sound is heard as the male unsheathes his sword.
“state your business!” the male says in a firm tone, obviously daring the intruder to question him.
“why, sicarius brimstone, i thought you’d’ve understood! a cub has to be separated from his parents at birth! the same was done to you! he must attend fahrar, the finest of the finest.” the intruder says.
“save your spit. you will not touch hair on his head!” the motherly voice screams at the intruder, cuddling her cub closer than ever.
“you know we have to, meleagra. it’s part of the ancient law of the iron legion.” sicarius says.
“no!”
sicarius walks over to rytlock holds his thumb to rytlock’s forehead, “here, the blessing of a brimstone. may the ghosts of the past aid you in the battle,” sicarius whispers to rytlock.
he takes rytlock away from meleagra, causing her to start sobbing uncontrollably, and hands rytlock over to the intruder. and the intruder leaves the room.
mere silence fills it, except for the sound of meleagra crying into sicarius’s shoulder.


10 years later.


“hit harder!” my combat instructor screams, “how do you expect to join the iron legion with that strength!”
tired, the only thing i can say back was a grunt as i threw more sword blows at him, hardly moving him.
“riiiiiing!”
i drop my sword and run over to the table where i grab a glass of water and splash it on my face. the cool liquid drips over my fur as i shook my head. i pick my sword back up and sheath it into the sheath i was given to put onto my waist.
“hey runtlock! think fast!” somebody calls out.
a rock came hurling quick at me and i duck roll onto the ground. i lay there, looking for the person who threw it. i spot him snickering and i unsheathe my sword.
i leap towards him, raising the sword above my head and was about to bring it down on his head when another sword parries my blow. i look at the person who held the sword. it was my instructor.
“we do not let students use their weapons between classes, especially not to harm others!” he screams at me, “now get out of here before i call the guards to escort you out of here!”
“come on rytlock, let’s go. cornutus isn’t worth your time and effort anyways. today, he threw his hammer at the wall instead of bashing it down at the rock,” my friend aladum told me.
aladum was a good student, at least he wasn’t as small as me. sometimes i wonder how somebody as small as me got into here anyways. i thought it was for the big and mighty.
i follow aladum through the hallway and into the courtyard where most of the students were having fun chasing each other.
“where are we going?” i ask him.
“you’ll see. i was asked to bring her…” he gestures towards the female charr over by the corner in the shadows, “to the arena.”
“why?” i question him again.
“hey, what did i say? don’t question the leader’s orders, or you’ll get yourself killed.”
we walk in silence towards the female charr. as we get closer, she looks up. her bright blue eyes were filled with tears as her mouth quivered.
“i don’t know what to say!” aladum says to me.
“what! i thought you said you were good at talking to charr of the other gender,” i look at him perplexed, after all the claims he’s said about him charming girls with his words.
“what i mean is what to tell her. she’s about to go against the fiercest charr in our level! do we tell her good luck?”
“it’s okay, i don’t need it. i already know the outcome,” she speaks out. her voice catches me in surprise. it wasn’t hoarse, unlike most of the others from shouting all day long. it was soothing, like somebody who sang instead of yelled.
aladum looks surprised as well, but she took it in a different way, “i heard you, your voice carries for some distance,” and she smiles.
“well, then you know what we’re here to do then,” aladum says.
“yes.”
“come with me.”
she follows aladum and i trail behind them.

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Prologue.

28 years ago.

Bright light blinds me as my eyes open for the very first time. “Look! He’s got his daddy’s eyes!” A soothing female voice says. “Yes he does!” Another voice says, this time male, “what should we name him?” “How’s Rytlock?” The female voice speaks out again. “Rytlock Brimstone. Has a nice ring to it. I like it.” I look at the guy who said that. My head flooding with thoughts, and I do not catch all of them. I hear pieces of them. Like, “Sharp! Sharp teeth!” or “Fur, furry!” I look around again, the walls are brown, possibly stained. The ceiling is missing and sunlight is flooding into the room. A chair is next to a table where a cup of tea sits. A pair of paws carry me and rock me. Puzzled, I start crying. I do not stop when the female voice carrying me coos at me. I was forced to stop when a bottle of sweet sensations was shoved into my mouth. I suckled on it and let the warm liquid drip down my throat. Yawning, I shut my eyelids and focused on the voices around me. “What will we do?” The male says. “I don’t know. This is a really troubling time to have a cub! With you occupied with the order, and me having to take care of the…” The door to the room bangs open. A grinding metal on metal sound is heard as the male unsheathes his sword. “State your business!” The male says in a firm tone, obviously daring the intruder to question him. “Why, Sicarius Brimstone, I thought you’d’ve understood! A cub has to be separated from his parents at birth! The same was done to you! He must attend Fahrar, the finest of the finest.” the intruder says. “Save your spit. You will not touch hair on his head!” The motherly voice screams at the intruder, cuddling her cub closer than ever. “You know we have to, Meleagra. It’s part of the ancient law of the blood legion.” Sicarius says. “No!” Sicarius walks over to Rytlock holds his thumb to Rytlock’s forehead, “Here, the blessing of a Brimstone. May the ghosts of the past aid you in the battle,” Sicarius whispers to Rytlock. He takes Rytlock away from Meleagra, causing her to start sobbing uncontrollably, and hands Rytlock over to the intruder. And the intruder leaves the room. Mere silence fills it, except for the sound of Meleagra crying into Sicarius’s shoulder.

17 years later.

“HIT HARDER!” My combat instructor screams, “HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO JOIN THE BLOOD LEGION WITH THAT STRENGTH!” Tired, the only thing I can say back was a grunt as I threw more sword blows at him, hardly moving him. “Riiiiiing!” I drop my sword and run over to the table where I grab a glass of water and splash it on my face. The cool liquid drips over my fur as I shook my head. I pick my sword back up and sheath it into the sheath I was given to put onto my waist. “Hey Runtlock! Think fast!” somebody calls out. A rock came hurling quick at me and I duck roll onto the ground. I lay there, looking for the person who threw it. I spot him snickering and I unsheathe my sword. I leap towards him, raising the sword above my head and was about to bring it down on his head when another sword parries my blow. I look at the person who held the sword. It was my instructor. “WE DO NOT LET STUDENTS USE THEIR WEAPONS BETWEEN CLASSES, ESPECIALLY NOT TO HARM OTHERS!” he screams at me, “NOW GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I CALL THE GUARDS TO ESCORT YOU OUT OF HERE!” “Come on Rytlock, let’s go. Cornutus isn’t worth your time and effort anyways. Today, he threw his hammer at the wall instead of bashing it down at the rock,” my friend Aladum told me. Aladum was a good student, at least he wasn’t as small as me. Sometimes I wonder how somebody as small as me got into here anyways. I thought it was for the big and mighty. I follow Aladum through the hallway and into the courtyard where most of the students were having fun chasing each other. “Where are we going?” I ask him. “You’ll see. I was asked to bring her…” he gestures towards the female Charr over by the corner in the shadows, “to the arena.” “Why?” I question him again. “Hey, what did I say? Don’t question the leader’s orders, or you’ll get yourself killed.” We walk in silence towards the female Charr. As we get closer, she looks up. Her bright blue eyes were fills with tears as her mouth quivers. “I don’t know what to say!” Aladum says to me. “What! I thought you said you were good at talking to Charr of the other gender,” I look at him perplexed, after all the claims he’s said about him charming girls with his words. “What I mean is what to tell her. She’s about to go against the fiercest Charr in our level! Do we tell her good luck?” “It’s okay, I don’t need it. I already know the outcome,” she speaks out. Her voice catches me in surprise. It wasn’t hoarse, unlike most of the others from shouting all day long. It was soothing, like somebody who sang instead of yelled. Aladum looks surprised as well, but she took it in a different way, “I heard you, your voice carries for some distance,” and she smiles. “Well, then you know what we’re here to do then,” Aladum says. “Yes.” “Come with me.” She follows Aladum and I trail behind them.

We walk through the halls towards the colosseum, none of us speaking a word. All of us silently praying that she’d pass the test. Time came as we came up to the colosseum. We wish her good luck as she went into the rooms where she’d prepare for the fight. “What do we have next?” Aladum asks me. “I believe nothing. Do you just want to stay and watch?” I ask him. “Sure.” We go up to the seats where just a couple of people were watching as most of the others had classes. After what seemt like an hour, the charr we escorted here finally comes out. The somewhat of a crowd cheers as she raises her sword and shield. She points it at the opposite gate, and it raises, revealing another charr. He comes out, double her size, holding a battle axe. She stares at him as he raises his battle axe, signalling the crowd to cheer louder. Aladum and I stay silent as we want this over as quickly as possible. A gong sounds, and the fight begins. The male charr throws his axe at her, and she quickly ducks, avoiding the attack. She begins charging towards him as the axe bounces off the stone walls, making a relatively large sized dent. She strikes down with her sword but the male charr’s reflexes were way too quick. He dashes towards his fallen axe and picks it up. Now that he’s armed, the female charr raises her shield in fear of another throw. This time, the throw connects, piercing right through the shield and slicing her arm. It begins to bleed but she doesn’t notice. She throws away her shield. She’s armed and he isn’t. But that doesn’t stop him. He runs at her, fists raised and she slices upwards, missing. He starts punching her, bruising her from head to toe. “NO!” I scream. I charge down the seats, unsheathing my sword and raising it, ready to cut down at him. But an invisible force slams into me and I hear a bone breaking crunch as my back hits the wall. My vision blurs, I see somebody carrying the near dead Charr away as the victor raises his bloody fists to the air. Then I black out.

The first time I woke up, a sweet aroma fills my nose. The sweetness of the smell was the only thought that occupies my mind. I sit up and look around, finding nothing but rusty metal. I get up from the table which I was on and walk around. Finding a door, I kick it open and was greeted by a stranger. “Mr. Brimstone, you have shown extreme braveness and have now graduated.” It was the female Charr which had fallen during the fight. “What? I thought… You? I’m so confused,” I stammer. She chuckles, “I believe we haven’t been properly acquainted yet. My name is Pollia Emberwill, and the fight was the final test of your graduation. Congratulations, you are now in the Blood Legion.” “Wait, what? I’m in the army now?” “Yes. Please proceed to Fierhan Sparwind’s room, down the hall second to last to the right for your first mission and briefing.” I nod, and start walking down the hall to the room. Reaching the door took next to an eternity as a million thoughts flood my mind like an overflowing dam. But when I finally reach the door, I stare at it, hesitating. I finally muster up enough courage to open the door and enter. “Sit,” A rough voice came from the figure with its back turned. I look around, scanning the room for a chair, but find none. “On the floor,” Again the figure spoke up. I take my place on the floor and the figure turns around. It was Fierhan Sparwind, “You must be the new recruit. You’re lucky to be here, many others don’t make it through the second last challenge. Field training. I’m sure you remember that?” “Yes,” I nod, “Sir” I add hastily. “I’m assigning you to guard Blazeridge Gap. There, you’ll protect the gate Divinity’s Reach. Lot’s of caravans go through there with supplies. You stop anything that looks suspicious from coming or going through that portal. Understood!?” “Yes, sir.” “Good, you’re a quick learner, at least quicker than the others.” “Thank you, sir.” “Here’s your badge,” Smodur slides a box across the table, towards me. I open it and inside was a shiny badge that had one strip down it, signally recruit. I pick it up and thank Smodur again. “Keep it well!” “Yes, sir! I will, sir!” Walking down the hall with a hop in my step, I go to the caravan tent where i’ll find my first escort to Blazeridge Gap. The journey was tiring as we were attacked by several bandits. But after a few cuts and bruises, we finally reached Blazeridge Gap. A Blood Legion camp was set up there already and I joined them. A medic came by and asked if i need help but i told him there were more serious injuries to attend to and he left. After exploring the camp further, i bought a bottle of ale from a merchant for 40 silver and enjoyed it on the grass with my new comrades. With the sun setting, the torches were lit as the food caravan brought food for us to eat. I bought more ale and sat near the fireplace where we warmed up for the night. We were seeing who was going to take first night shift when i started getting bored of the bickering so i decide to volunteer. They clapped since i was the new recruit and they said they’d assign Brett to with me. But after they all went to sleep, i looked around to Brett. One of the soldiers were tired with me asking for Brett and showed me where Brett slept. Turns out Brett was the guard dog they had tamed 3 years ago. Happy for at least some company, I walk to the gate where i stood guard for a few hours with Brett, throwing rocks for him to catch. Halfway through my shift, i see a light on the far hill, but it was put out seconds after i saw it. A sudden chill blows through the canyon as I wonder about that light. Suddenly, I hear the loud clanking of armor and I blew the warning war horn. My comrades get up with surprising speed. They pick up their swords and axes and ask me where the threat is. I point off into the distance where a cloud of dust was rising and my comrades charge out to meet the incoming attack. When i was about to charge out to them, a soft clunk lands behind me. I instinctively turn around and slash downwards hitting the ambushing soldier square on the helmet knocking him out. I was about to finish him when i hear a cry in the distance, and then following it a howl. I turn to face it and see our commander Centurion Korrak Blacksnout bleeding out. My legionnaires enter a flurry of swings and swips taking out most of the ambushing team but injuring themselves severely and some, fatally as well. The rest of the ambushing team turns and runs towards the cliffs and enter a cave there. Having studied the maps earlier, i lead a team of my legionnaires to the cave as well, knowing it’s a dead end. We run after the fleeing team and find them cornered at the back of the cave and was about to start another fight with them but was stopped by a loud grunt behind me. It was a ogre, “Bow down to Chiefling Ygor!” the ogre yelled. “Hey human,” one of my comrades said, “we gotta team up for this.” “Uhh, sure!” One of them said. He had the best looking armor and a badge that had a lot of strips. I assumed he was the leader. I pulled the Charr who said that and asked, “Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, they just tried to ambush us. How do you know if they aren’t just going to kill us when we’re weak?” “Relax, besides, i’m second in command. You have to listen to me!” he said. “Fine,” we took out our weapons and charged the ogre. Hacking and slashing when we got to him, it wasn’t hard as there were a dozen and a half of us and only half a dozen of them. When we were done, i went to the human in command and said, “Thanks for the help. We wouldn’t have beaten them if you guys didn’t help us.” “Hey, it’s good, we would’ve been gone as well,” he said to me, “It’s Thackeray, Logan Thackeray.” “Brimstone, Rytlock Brimstone.” “Nice meeting you.” “You too. Hey, there’s ale back at the camp, you wanna go drink some?” “Sure, that sounds like a great idea.” We both went to tell the rest of our teams, and they thought it was a great idea. We’d learn a bit about human culture and they, ours. We cleaned up the cuts and bruises in the cave as some were too hurt to move, and when we’ve done our best, we carried, or supported them back to camp where there were more supplies for the injured. Back at the camp, my comrades pulled out a couple of bottles of ale and passed it around. After what the two team have experienced, they didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

Chapter 1

Present

Rytlock felt a tap on his shoulder, “Rytlock Brimstone, sir, I have mail for you,” said a Charr. He took something out of the bag he was carrying and gave it to Rytlock. An envelope, “Thank you,” Rytlock said. He opened it.

A royal Summon: Dear Rytlock,

Her majesty, Queen Jennah of Kryta, requests your attendance at a festive meeting of ministers in the Upper City. Please make your way to the throne room at your earliest convenience.

-- QJ Queen Jennah

“An invitation from the queen herself… Taimi, do you read me?” A fuzz like sound comes from the earpiece in Rytlock’s ear, then comes a yawn, “I’m here, Commander. Whoa, must have nodded off there for a second.” “I’m headed to Divinity’s Reach to meet the queen, but… Have you heard from Braham?” More fuzz, “No, sorry. Rox got word through, though. Apparently she talked SOME sense into him. He formed an… exploration committee, let’s say. “They’re making their way up to Jormag as we speak, to see what kind of damage they can do before mobilizing a larger force.” “I don’t suppose Zojja or Caithe had any say in that?” “No… I don’t… I don’t want to lose him to Jormag. And if we’re right about its weakness, he won’t stand a chance.” “How are we doing on that front?” “I have an idea--a great idea. Brilliant, really. “But i need to complete the experiment with the samples, then reach out to some contacts to see if i can get what i need for the aforementioned BRILLIANT idea. “I’ll keep you posted. Anyways, say hi to the queen for me!” “Do you know her?” “I feel like i do after all the gossip rags i’ve read! Do you know she doesn’t wear shoes! “Try not to stare at her feet now that i’ve told you that!” “You’re a great help as always. Get some rest.” “Bye!” Fuzz like sounds came through the earpiece again and then it stopped, signalling that Taimi wasn’t there anymore. Rytlock jumped off the ledge he was on and landed on the ground below him, finishing with a roll, absorbing the impact of the jump. He started running back towards the village as the sun set, careful not to trod on any of the bombs the bandits have planted. When he reached the village, he headed straight to his house, where his dinner awaited him.

It sat there, like a shadow. It saw Rytlock enter the house and it stalked towards it, careful not to be seen.

Rytlock entered his house and found his roommate and friend Aladum sitting at the table eating. He rummaged through a few cupboards before finding his favourite meal, chopped lamb with gravy. “I gotta go to Divinity’s reach tomorrow Aladum,” he told his best friend. “What for!?” Aladum asked. “Summoned by the queen, something about ministers and stuff.” “Well, you better get packing.” “No need, a day's journey, probably back by nightfall.” “Water?” “You know how many traders and merchants are on that route? Food and water shouldn’t be hard to comeby. The road from Ascalon to Kryta is the second most commonly used road. The first is from Divinity’s reach to Lion’s arch. I might even find ale to enjoy.” “Okay then, i’m tired anyways,” Aladum walked up the stairs to his bedroom. Rytlock heard a door close from upstairs and knew Aladum was in his room. Rytlock started packing despite what he said about a one day journey. He knew that he’d probably stay there for a because even just the meeting will take a while. He packed water for the journey in case there was a scarcity of merchants. He packed a backup weapon in case his his broke and he was set. “I’ll rest for a while before moving out,” he said to himself, but a quick seat turned into a dreamful sleep.

Heat surrounded him as he rose up. Flames were everywhere, engulfing his surroundings. A loud smash sounded in front of him as a pillar rose above the ground. Rytlock got a sudden urge to pull on the pillar and it gave way, allowing Rytlock to pull the mysterious object out. A lava elemental materialized in front of him and he panicked. The mysterious object caught fire but it didn’t harm Rytlock. Armed only with the object, Rytlock put his training in the army to use and he fought the elemental. The object sliced through the elemental with ease and what was left was a pile of ashes. Rytlock then realized what he was holding was a flaming sword! He sheathed it and the flames were put out instantly. Just then, the flames rose and got bigger and Rytlock was engulfed in them.

He woke up in cold sweat. Sunlight was pouring through the gaps in the door and through the window. He realized it was just a dream and got up. He opened his bag to double check whether he had everything he needed. While looking down, the weapon in his sheath caught his eye. Sohothin, his local weapon specialist told him, was a legendary sword wielded by the legendary heroes of the Guild Wars. The sword held a long and dark tale which Rytlock didn’t dive into. The history of the sword was deep. Very much like a pet, the sword chooses the hero. Rytlock had no idea why it chose him out of all of Tyria, but he was honored to carry it into battle. After checking his bag, he set off towards Divinity’s Reach. His journey consisted of several rides on caravans to seraph camps. Rytlock loved the journey, if he wasn’t helping the caravan escorter fight off bandits, they were chatting and enjoying the time. Speaking of time, it flew past Rytlock like a landslide. Before he knew it, he was at the gates of Divinity’s Reach. Looking for the throne room wasn’t easy, but Rytlock got enough help from locals to pinpoint where it was. He had to show the letter to the guards before they let him in, and when he did get in, a feminine voice spoke up, “There you are: the illustrious leader of Dragon’s Watch. Welcome. “I appreciate the sentiment, Your Majesty. But I feel like i haven’t been much of a leader lately, “I don’t know how you do it, “You have a whole kingdom to worry about while i can’t even manage to keep a handful of people driving toward one purpose.” Queen Jennah smiles, “It’s a trying task, to be honest, sometimes i envy what must be the simplicity of your life, “This place is all politics and subtext. Do a thing one person likes and three hate you for it, “It can get very complicated. You? You just relentlessly smash things until they’re no longer at odds with you, “I wish it were like that around here sometimes.” Rytlock chuckles at the queen’s statement, “Well, what can i smash for you today?” “I believe a White Mantle attack is imminent and must take certain actions. Here in Divinity’s Reach, to ensure it’s safety.” Rytlock scrunches up his eyebrows, Queen Jennah motions for him to walk with her as they exit the gates of the throne room, entering the beautiful atrium in upper Divinity’s Reach, “The fact that you’re not really describing these actions makes me think they might be a little unorthodox.” “What do you think of this garden Commander?” the queen motions to the greenery around her.” “It’s…” Rytlock pauses, wondering what to say next, “lovely.” “Isn’t it? And to preserve such a marvel requires constant maintenance.”


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