"Hoorah, Hoorah, Hoorah!" They scream and the plash of liquor drizzle above with glee and more pleasure. The place is surrounded by virescent candles, bringing about the place so heated slightly and below their knee there is a green murky amble below - the sign of great victory they say. The head of the great wolf hung on the wall while blood dripped below its chin, salivating its rufescent fluid. Laughs and Love Sempiternal they wish will stay longer, protect their realm at all cost, and dwell a better existence for Connart they celebrate. The brothers and Airline stayed at the tower, not rejoicing what just arose but ameliorated because it at last ceased.
"She looked at me with her emerald eyes, shocking to see she can help the people who habitat here but she is still adorable, give her some time, I think, or I will," Jhàrold said sarcastically with a grin, chattering to Kristinov beside him sitting above the sylvan chair while he drunk several tankards as well Kristinov. "I know what I am doing" Kristinov said with an outraged voice in a whisper it was rough and deep while his head was reddening from intoxication and boisterous coated what he heard, it echoes, and began to black out. "I do not need her, I believe, she is terrified, I will uncover a new one" Kristinov said as he caressed his fingers to his warm forehead. "Are you good? kind a fresh of gulping some ale?" Jhàrold asked with a smile that won't cheer Kristinov up, the smile that his concern was a mockery, Kristinov was unfamiliar with sipping the ale in the tankard that Jhàrold offered with a drink to celebrate. Kristinov pushed him to the side - the moment Jhàrold move nigh him, he grunt as he pushed Jhàrold with a face that he is fury again - the perception he want to slay more. He strives to settle down but Jhàrold kept asking questions and laughing again that what he witnessed was foolish.
Kristin walked out of the place where all mages celebrated. Single each of the mages peered at them with confusion and ingrate as the Knight walked out with ire and more madding movements he revealed as he stroll out of the place. Crapulent they continue, they did not care what just happened as long it is a catastrophe that may harm their land. "What the agony again, Big guy?!" Jhàrold yelled as he tries to call out Kristinov to walk out of the place or attempts to halt him from strolling away and discuss it nicely but it was too late. He raised his hand and gradually settled down as he gaze at Kristinov walking away sans glimpsing behind. "Let the Great Knight calms himself and reckons about his continuous quest" the owner of the place - the man who was healed by Aerine said while Jhàrold gulped another ale in the big tankard. He wipes his brim with his knuckles while his brows raised with curiosity and he grinned after that - smile that tells if this old man prevailed simply teasing.
A gibbous moon occurred above the twilight, and the breeze of chillness crawls to his skin. His brume hair, every strand of his niveous hair like the snow of the pointy mountain hovered behind - created a frazzled mess to his hair. The haze of euphoria wrapped his sight. The pressure of his weight armors pushes him to fall but he tries to resist it. He wanders his thought about what happened to him ere the chaos upon Connart. Kristinov did not know what to choose, find a better devotion and life or proceed to accomplish the quests that have given to him that he kept slaying and bringing devastation through eight decades. He supine his head above and perk his sights to the multiple stars while standing stilly through the suffering and cold breeze. The rustles of the leaves while the breeze drags the hedges from side to side at both sides where he stands.
He began to stride through the path where the direction will lead him to the Vëctlör's tower. The smoke of the flames from alongside torches that change their color pursue his steps. The clouds of heavy dusk brume coated the lucent moonlight above that shines on the path where he strolls. His head only faced forth, he never peeked back and twirled his head from side to side. Kristinov takes out his heavy glaive unhurriedly, he gave attention to the noise of footsteps from a person - haunting him possibly. He grinned his teeth as the headache strike to his sanity, he shoved his brow down with ire and moan from the pain inhume him under - settling his essence to go back to the darkling void and the outcry he heeded from the lifeless people he slay since. He looked behind and outstretch his physique arm to point the edge of his blade to be prepared to strike if the person behind him will plan to ambush him. Kristinov yelled at the top of his lungs, losing his breath away he kept, letting them out with fury and more wrath.
"Woah! It is just me, Big Guy!" Jhàrold yelled from frightening that the blade pierced his vesture nigh chest. The glow of the Knight's glaive turned back its normal form fervid red to blade's shade appeared it evolves lambent by itself - it flickers because Kristinov was feeling unwell and as he clenches the grip of his brand tightly, slowly begins to ravage. "Unwind yourself pray thee" Jhàrold said as he push the verge of Kristinov's blade to the side - his chest bleeding slightly like a small hole that existed it flowed with tiny blood. Kristinov never moves his soft brim once more, but only an emotionless visage he permanently reveals. Jhàrold smacks his lips while his sight was looking at the side, not moving his eyes forth to Kristinov's passionless gaze. "I apologize, I performed not want to upset you" Jhàrold scratched his head behind while squinching his eyes with an awkward smile and lifting his feet, and laying them down over and over again from nervousness. Kristinov bounced his head gradually still with an apathetic visage that he puts to his face as a reply to pleasing forgiveness from Jhàrold.
"Whither you heading?" Jhàrold asked but Kristinov did not answer. Jhàrold like some company to chat to him, that is why he inclines toward getting on to the Inn and Tavern. Both of them strolled forward in the direction through the dusk with torches alongside that support them to behold. The sound of every step from the Knight, the noise of atrabilious from the loud thump of his sabaton hitting the ground of their path - Jhàrold knows that Kristinov is angry, the way he strides and his complexion he shows while walking. Kristinov bears resemble he was in a rush while Jhàrold is yet behind him, stepping unhurriedly. Afar, Kristinov sighed, the only tone that his sigh was steady he heeds. The tower was neat and stood untouched after and during the turmoil that occurred to Connart. The top of the tower was covered with gloomy mist with slight white spaces to its fog. The vast opening below the ruddy top of the tower - there they behold was a light, a warm glow - Aerline is still awake, that is what Kristinov was thinking.
At this moment, Kristinov moved fast as he approaches the entrance of the tower. He knocks fast, heavy thump like he was punching the front sylvan door. No one came so he knocked again while Jhàrold standing stilly behind him with his sight amble around the twilight. He knocked again but this time, the mage open the gate slowly, and the creak of the gate echoed through the dusk. "Yes?" Vëctlör asked nicely with his weary eyes strive not to shut while his fingers lay on the parched wood. "Is Lynx here?" He said but it sounds hoarseness, he did not take the heat he was feeling inside him, he felt someone embarking to clasp his heart asunder and as he looks his eyes at the mage - he glimpses a blurry through the gaze. "Yes, she is here but she is asleep, you can reach in" He cleared the gate for both Knight liked to enter but Kristinov bumped into the mage toughly as he enters. Kristinov looked around the room, his torso was waggling side to side and his teeth breathed quivering with ire - ere he grinned his teeth.
"Is Sir Fenock good?" Vëctlör asked Jhàrold after nudging Jhàrold's shoulder with his finger that is draped with worries. Kristin strode to the beginning of the spiral stairs through the top to reach the destination to see Airline. Every step, he saw was blurry surrounding what he saw and his feet prevailed trembling - nearly will fall. He stepped again and as he supine his sight through above the spiral - it extended with blurry and darkling haze. He moaned from the colic and migraine that strikes to him for multiple moments. The haze and the obscure wrapped his mind as his feet existed nigh his destination. Darkling haze crawls to him again, he saw once more as he headed his sight below to the blurry and perks up forth - he felt impuissant appearing out of nowhere. He blinks and he beholds himself standing at the front spruce door - knowing this is where Aerline slept. He swiveled his head to see the window beside where he stood. Stygian twilight and misty haze collide above firmament - downpour will enter.
He opened the door slowly because the room was not locked so he break in unhurriedly and silently. Kristinov takes off his breastplate armor, cuisse, gauntlet, and sabaton - tosses them not quietly, the others let them drop as he seizes them off. Aerline wakes with her slightly messy hair, rosy freckles on her drowsy visage, and her rufescent lips make Kristinov distracted to gaze at her brims. "Sir Fenock, Good day" She whispered while stroking the itchy sockets of her sight - commencing her fingers to rub it. Her pointy lips focused on Kristinov, her heart began to pound every step he makes the burden can take - she wonders what he will do directly. "Can I talk to you?" Kristinov asked while his eyes were squinching with his upper lip raised nigh below his nostrils - like his eyes were burning within the blurry glimpse through the brume haze that coated the room, merely he can behold.
Aerline moved back as Kristinov gets closer to the edge of the bed. She stretched her pair of arms to her aspect so she can push herself reversed - she crashes her back to the pillows that were filled with many clouds that were magically maintained inside. "Can I please ask, are you alright Sir?" She asked while her head bent over slightly as her darkling hair drops on her shoulder with a soft tone that can allure Kristinov to push nigh her. Kristinov's head was turning rufescent from crapulence and the feeling of pressure weighting above his head. The darkness he felt was familiar - it was his Master's jinx settling upon him after the chaos occurred on Connart. The form that evolved from the mist nigh the tree and where the cabin of Vëctlör's brother lived standing behind him - he tries to recollect.
The ale he believes there is some drugs tipple him to go behaving from great intoxication. The candle above the table started to lambent nighs to the vast window on forth where the bed stood. Kristinov lay his body beside Aerline, she shoved her vulnerable body to the side while her hair covered her chest. Her cheeks commence reddening below the many freckles that prevailed her drowsy pale. "Thither you are, prithee do not go, stay hither, do not move" Kristinov whispered through her ears, his physique arms were at her side - blocking the way while his legs were spread wide open and performed what his arms do earlier. Aerline cannot move, she cannot disobey the miscreant, if she has achieved a mistake, a consequence will run onto her, she believes so. Her cheeks reddened even more like the rise of the crimson moon as Kristinov move his brims nigh her chin and rosy lips - the feeling within her assumes he will kiss her.
Kristinov however has the belt that straps his armors onto him that holds up his glaive and pockets. The verge of his brand poking Aerline's right leg, the dot-like the afar star that is dim but it lived slightly bleeding. She was whimpering as she heard his breathing so thick and clarion because it was nigh her. The warmth they can feel, so tight she asserted to her thinking while Kristinov peeking at the side but his visage was facing onward where Aerline's head gazing at him. "Is there a problem?" Aerline said while the below freckles reddened sure more but her eyes were looking to his veins - slowly blinking her sights and her expression was shy, frightened, and uncomfortable. "Hush" Kristinov shushed her as he twirled his head to the right side while his hand took out his glaive slowly and the pair of legs he unfold was now bending so he occurs not nigh to Aerline forthwith on.
Aerline's hand was on the top of her chest, filling in herself with the coverings while her quivering legs are wide open. Kristinov was clenching the grip of his glaive and Aerline glimpse of his blade was building a fervid glow - she recalls he cast a spell within his sense. An awkward and cold breeze entered above the bed, Aerline whimpered as she moves her legs to bend to go away from Kristinov while he was stilly in his position - staring at the right side. Aerline was confused and frighten from what will happen as she saw Kristinov already taking out his glaive, the sound of his clenching to the grip she can listen to.
The candle's light was taken off, and Aerline whimpered - the tone of fearful and more anxiety coated her voice. The plash of blood and gore she heeds, Aerline screamed from the terror she eavesdrop on earlier. Through the shadows, Kristinov sense a shade coming to his aspect. He quickly stretched his left arm to pull and resist the pain through his sanity and stabbed someone in the side. The blood drenched through their skin as Kristinov moved his blade horizontally to slice the shade he glimpses beside. Aerline saw the woman he stabbed and then slice into pieces to dislocate one another through the haze of the fervid blade's sharp glow.
Long hair beautiful woman and her skin are green like a goblin but tall, with long nails but a black hue and she was wearing unfamiliar clothing like eld tribe. "It is one of my ally's soldiers" Kristinov said through the darkness, the blade turned to ordinary while the body he slew was beside and below the bed. The mage and Jhàrold split the door by a thrust with a sharp blast of sorcery while Jhàrold was prepared to beat nobody. A gloaming haze was gone as both of them entered the room awkwardly. "Why there is a f*cking quiet shredded body on the ichor plank?!" Jhàrold screamed after pushing the mage to the side lenity to see what is going on after hearing Aerline's scream.
Aerline clutched Kristinov's chest tightly, the feeling bursts into her to perform that is out of nowhere and Kristinov felt a fluttering within him, he clasp her tightly with one arm, wrapped around her waist while Aerline was gleaming with her eyes locked. Jhàrold was surprised to see both of them hugging, his thick brown brows lifted while squinching his sockets with awe and grin. "You guys can do love after we clean this mess" Vëctlör said kindly with mockery, eyes fully shut with a smile ere casting a spell to hide the body after that he will implore them to solve the confusion and bother. The dead body slowly fades away, becoming a speck of dust itself, and the blood hikes to the floor as the magic the mage summoned to conceal the foe he did not know the identity as well Jhàrold and Aerline but Kristinov can wish he will decipher it perchance generally and neatly.