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Post by ceraton on Sept 8, 2013 5:32:32 GMT
Jagar rode to the Yesad city on horse. He was in the Asahara Desert, and he could feel the sun slowly come down. Up above he saw an eclipse. To him he thought it must have been the sign of Rubicante the fire god. The horse was hustling as fast as it could. Jagar could hear his battleaxe clinging with the shield behind him on his back. The city wasn't that far in the distance, but it would take another day to ride to. Knowing he would be shunned for being a hobgoblin, he was still looking for ways to get paid for his strength and service. He was a noble and a prince to the pyronid people of pyronova.
The sun was off in the horizon and Jagar felt it was best to rest for now. The horse sat down and he made a fire. For some reason he could hear screams and shrieks in the distance. It wasn't scaring him, but it was definitely pissing him off. He settled down to his little fire pit and cooked some bread. He took a bite out of a small loaf. He looked at the city in the distance, that will be his next destination the next day. He looked down then took a bite out of the loaf of bread. He then fell asleep on his wooden armor.
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Post by ceraton on Sept 8, 2013 15:42:16 GMT
Jagar could feel the sun's heat slowly warming up his face as he clung on to his wooden armor. His eyes quickly opened, and he quickly got to his feet. The horse neighed as it saw him get up and put everything together. Then he started to kick the spot where he made a fire. Sand flew over it and hid it. He then got on his horse and put his feet in the stirrups. Jagar never liked the open space. He was easily seen from everyone around him. But, it wouldn't matter because if they wanted a fight then they would love to talk to his battleaxe. His horse started to gallop then start moving at a quick pace. Then from there on you could hear the horse's rhythmical feet noise as the horse's feet dug into the sand. Jagar had looked mighty on his horse, for he was a fell rider, a rider of war.
Jagar approached the gates. He looked around and was surprised to see no one guarding it and the door was open too. He got off his horse and held to it's rein. He got to the threshold of the gate and stood there looking into the street. It was empty, but yet at the same time he could smell the smell of death and decay. He pulled his flail out and walked the street with his horse. He didn't know what to expect. His red eyes peered around and looked everywhere. If people were dead then there were no business here. Something in him made him feel that walking towards the main plaza was a good idea. He heard screams from the other night so people were here. He stopped and saw the fountain, it was a pool of blood and headless bodies. His eyes peered again from side to side. He started to feel better that the guards were there lined up but they showed no flinch or emotion, not even an attempt to guide him to where he should be. He put his flail away and walked into the main building.
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Post by ceraton on Sept 8, 2013 18:46:29 GMT
Jagar opened a letter from his pouch. He looked at it's contents and his eyes widened. "Curses!", he yelled out. He got on his horse and zoomed right out of Yesad into the direction of Volkenheim. His horse was paddling through sand as fast as it could. It galloped with all of it's might and strength. The hair that flowed out of his helmet had made him look like an honor-bound cavalier in the distance. His head wobbling back and forth as the horse galloped. He clutched the reins and leaned closer to the horse's head like a horse racer.
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