XV-The cost and The begining
"Ahh so that's why this happened", Kendrick's eye's rolled over the description of the demonic elixir, his eye's floated up from the menu and back to his dead companion but all he could do was shake his head, a rash and impulsive action cost him and it was no one's fault but his own.
It seemed the Demonic elixir was created poison and worked as such until the demon race found and killed him for killing a horde of our kin. But the king did something worse than death or delivering him to the death god he gave him demonic life and forever bound him to the dominion so he became enslaved to it forever making elixirs but at a sly cost.
If a demon of already lowered life and level ever took his elixir it would take its life but if the demon could withstand its potency it could recover its life and jump a few levels forward. "I see so the cost of growth," Kendrick thought to himself as he knelt and gripped the feet of the dead demon.. he turned to see pleasant surprises in his companions, the werewolf that had been piquing his interest now dawning a more womanly figure and her height lowered she had a hint tenderness in her face.
Kendrick looked over to see not a goblin but a Hobgoblin staring back with a short but serious face and the female elf with reddish marking cascading down her arms, the last human stood beside the Hobgoblin with a mirrored look to vinct, and So Kendrick nodded he turned to the fire pit with one minute left before the beginning of his mission and he tossed the body of his dead companion into the fire and turned.
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Reverence
Kingdom: North Warsaw
Guild: Righteous Exiles
GameTime: 10:00 am
"It's about time!!, we haven't gone on a raid in 3 months" a boy dressed as a knight stood to the side of a hall wall of a grand castle speaking to what looked like his comrade. The boy radiated confidence and his voice echoed down the beautifully lit hall and short quiet footsteps aimed his way as he went on about how he has raided and what he's going to do when he does.
"Smack"
A heavy-handed blow was delivered to the back of his head which angered and staggered him. "You think you're going on the raid, must be over my dead body" the youth whipped his head around only to be greeted by his superior, the other one bowed immediately silently shaking in his armor fear of getting hit looming in his mind.
"VP" the youth called out and launched to his feet and bowed as his friend. "To the higher-ups of the guild and me you two are still recruits that have ye to prove yourself, with this upcoming raid on the world we can't afford weakling like you; so shut your trap and so train or take a goddamn mission before you think of a raid". The man shutting at the two recruits is dubbed the Second strongest of the Exiles and second to the guild master.
He stood watching the backs of the two who will usher in the new age in Reverence and scratched his stubble beard and gripped his sword, he wasn't the type to lose and he saw them as opponents than comrades because of one simple thing which was the first rule of build into the conglomerate of a Guild now which states that to hold a position you must defeat the person that sits in it. He scuffed and watch them disappear and he turned his back and headed for the meeting point, it was time to launch the raid on the SS class world Dungeon.
The winter sun beamed down and the crowd of 200 players all belonging to the Exiles stood to wait for their long-awaited raid on the 2 seconds discovered World Dungeon known as〚Invisible Grotto〛 It was discovered by a few noobs and the information surfaced online. Every major guild from A to Z launched a full information hunt on it.
The guild that had managed to defeat the First World dungeon climbed to the top of the world and stood there and capitalized on it, but internal strife crippled it and the guild did not last long and it's treasured along with it.
"Look!!" now one knows who saw them first. Still, the 200 players reeled their necks to see whatever was happening and as if the light were following their every step, in came the first 8 dub the Infinity, Guild Leader Khan dawning his Illustrious BoldBastard sword and his brown hair and skin showed a kingly presence to all who looked in his direction, Next to him strolled the SG Tazlor his jet black hair; stubble beard and massive Warhammer slung on his shoulders followed by the rest of the 8 all dawning a form of golden armor which all seemed to make up one whole piece.
Khan stepped forward and stared down the 200 and they all felt his presence on this day and he began his ballad.
"WE ARE THE EXILES, WE TAKE ALL AND LEAVE NUN, I WILL NOT PROMISE YOU THAT YOU WILL SURVIVE THREW WHAT WE ARE ABOUT TO DO, THIS DUNGEON IS NUN LIKE WE HAVE SEEN, BUT I AIM TO STUFF MY SWORD INTO THE HEART OF WHATEVER IS BEATING IN THERE AND RIP IT FROM IT'S CHEST BECAUSE I AM AN EXILE THESE ARE THE ROADS AN EXILE MUST WALK FOR HIM TO BE REMEMBERED AS AN GOD!!!!!!!
Khan roared out his opening speech as if thunder was rolling through the waves of players there irrupted in a shouted chant. "I AM AN EXILE!!!!" Khan nodded and looked over to Tazlor signaling the order to move out and so he Shouted!!
"That was a bit much don't you think seraph asked a towering barbarian dressed in his leathers with a massive axe hanging from his back. The woman known as seraph glanced at the barbarian and said nothing, She nodded to those behind watching them before stepping forward to receive the order.
"MOVEOUT"
And so the march to The beginning.