Mystic nodded his head, "I could offer you some power, but your soul is still acclimating to its new health. Best to not strain it yet. But when you return from your errand. It should recover by then. Come and see me then."
Mystic nodded his head, "I could offer you some power, but your soul is still acclimating to its new health. Best to not strain it yet. But when you return from your errand. It should recover by then. Come and see me then."
Samuel nodded and left the village. He went into the forest, being cautious as he had heard about the brigade. Thankfully, nothing seemed to happen as he went into a clearing in the middle of the forest. There he spotted the described herbs with its blue core, purple petals, and red stems. He picks it up and puts it in his separate bags.
Just before he left. He spotted something glitter in the corner of his vision. He got up and walked over to the glittering object... What luck. He spotted a sword whose faintly glowing blue symbols on the blade were sticking in the ground. He has heard of those swords. It is not a normal sword but a magical sword.
He started making a move for the village when he paused as he heard a loud roar reverting throughout the forest.
He ran toward the source of the noise. After a while of searching. He cannot find the source of the noise. It is just silence. He looked around, spotting a huge crater in the ground like something just fell. He can even see a splatter of blood... But where the hell does blood come from and where is the supposed felled object?
He followed the blood but it suddenly ended like few feet away from the crater.
The ranger guides him out of the forest while explaining to him some of the tricks of tracking. Samuel felt a bit wiser as those tricks might help him in the future. Ranger is happy that he has company.
"Oh no. I live in the city but my job has me traveling all kinds of woods and forests to ensure fellows like you do not get lost or caught by those that like to lurk in the forest." He explains to Samuel before bids him farewell and returns back to the forest.
He meets with Mystic, his eyes rest on the blade that Samuel is carrying.
"Yes. This sword was forged in ancient times when dwarves and other races battled evil far more numerous. They were losing in great numbers. This sword was forged among many as a means of blood sacrifice. Weapons that drain their enemies and enhance their users with ample life. A cycle of life and death. With those weapons, even if their enemies are many, it does not stop them as they will keep standing for every foe that falls before them. It was a necessary evil to save the land. I approve of it, I only hope you do not use it on innocent lives but with Crown and the coming chaos. I have a feeling you will need the sword to stand against the odd."
He nodded as he started setting things up and instructed Samuel to sit in the middle of the pentagram. Samuel did so and the mystic started chanting while Samuel breathed in an incense. He felt freed. He could see the whole of the land as he floated high in the sky. Across the whirling river, across the mountains, He saw the brightest light glowing with power and warmth.
His power returns to slumber as darkness turns its gaze on Samuel. He can see a large reddish grin dash across its form. He suddenly snapped back to the waking world, barely remembering what happened, like a passing dream. What he does notice is that shadow is much more proclaimed with rumbling thunders in the distance, the sky is getting darker. It must be nighttime.
Mystic waved him away, "Thank you but I am good. I have learned to work in harmony with nature and it has provided me everything I need. Good luck in your journey."
Mystic waved him away, "Thank you but I am good. I have learned to work in harmony with nature and it has provided me everything I need. Good luck in your journey."
He left the village as it was getting darker and walked across the field. He heard a whisper in the wind and turned to see a lemure floating along the top of crops with the said crops wrinkled and turned into ash.
He has heard of Lemure, it is a new spirit formed in the underworld that escapes into the mortal world. They are one of the weakest spirits cataloged but they cause issues for local farms and villages by ruining the crops and frightening the cattle and workers from the field as well as antagonizing the local creatures into a frenzy.
He quickly slashes at the hostile spirit before it even notices him. It just screams as it shatters into particles that flow into him. Its life drank away into the sword itself but it was so tiny that none ever make it to you. Although he can feel his Trophy grow a bit.