Draw!

Wyll was rather intrigued by the development as he felt Askalon behind him curiously reading the same thing he did as Fletch looked at the two curiously as he tried to figure out what they were looking at though there was nothing there. To anyone but Askalon and Wyll, there was something there as he huffs and crosses his arm. Askalon crossed his arms as Wyll looked at the shops and their pricing. He already had an Epic and ten coins…

[[Common draw = 10 coins, Uncommon draw = 20, Rare = 35, Epic = 50. Each roll has the chance to be itself and two higher. Good Luck!]]

Wyll and Askalon looked at the window before one another as they quickly tried to click the spin button for Epic. The two fought a bit as Wyll got a bit of the upper hand, clicking the spin button as the two were transported to another place at least consciously. They found themselves on a glass platform as the stars began to twinkle a bit. Most were purple, two were gold and one was a brilliant shining light. The two looked at one another and looked out as they saw shadowy figures hooting and hollering. Wyll smiled at Askalon who sighed.

Wyll clicked draw as the stars began to light up like crazy, blinking about as before finally it began to slow. It danced between the purple and the gold before a loud boom sound and the area filled with white light as all the figures looked shocked before muttering to one another. Slowly the light trickled into a platinum orb. Gently it flew into Wyll before slamming into him, sending him back as he gasped for his breath.

[[Authority gained. {Wolf that Swallows Darkness} howls in approval, her tail wagging in approval. {Hunt of the Moon} has been added to the authorities. Movement speed increases at night when the moon is out. When the moon is not present in the night sky, all abilities are heightened for the hunt. Congrats! {Wolf that Swallows Light} is staring at you, {Wolf that Swallows Magic & Runes} is watching you with great intent. You feel a tooth filled smile gleaming down on you.]]

Wyll groaned some as he pulled himself off the ground with groans as he pants and huffs, rubbing his chest some as he watches the scene before them change. The stars in the sky are replaced with dull whites, three greens and a single blue as Askalon takes a spin. The stars begin to flash and move about as the star that gets chosen is a one of the dull whites as Askalon pouts and crosses his arms a bit as his head shakes. Slowly a tiny dull white floats to Wyll, this time entering his body softly unlike the {Authority}.

[[Running : Lvl 1 has been acquired. Running : at the cost of stamina, {Wielder} can increase movement speed momentarily. With current physical abilities, {Running} will increase your speed to 145% When {Running} is active, the {Wielder} will move their walking speed plus 45%!]]

Wyll read over the box before turning to Askalon with a stoic face on as he shook his head. This was something he was innately built with in him. The skill didn't make too much sense as Wyll sighs, jolting a bit to find himself back on the street with Fletch and Askalon as Fletch looks a bit panicked.

"Oh thank the forge you two are alive! You both went into a trance and I couldn't snap you out and you were drooling!"

Fletch looked stressed as Askalon shrugs and pats Wyll on the back.

"Alright, I think I have a game plan and it won't be fun. While the church dog goes and rounds up money, we are going to spend some time training! You need to get more used to having a weapon in your hands, not to mention fighting!"

Askalon smiles as Wyll rolls his eyes. He had already done training in combat but didn't have a lot of experience. Askalon outlined his workout routine to the group, even making it so that during exercise Fletch would join. Starting at 5 am, while the moon was still out some they would start to make the most out of Wyll's increase. This was only reinforced by Gaemo who loved the idea and was going to make his men take part.

Wyll was able to use the money he had acquired from getting the bounty and returning the huge club to the church, to hire the Dragoons to do a training camp with him for a month. The workout was grueling but after a week, Wyll became much more accommodated to it. The morning would start with stretches, running, and weight training. Breakfast would be eaten, the meat portion would dictate the type of training for the day. With lots of meat, it was a day focused on stamina and weights, even while sparing. On a day with a moderate amount of meat it was a day filled with running and constant sparing and days with low meat meant training the will, mind and pain tolerance. Wyll would play a training dummy for the others, blocking and defending not to mention taking plenty of hits. Some days he was lucky to use Askalon and other days he wouldn't.

A month had passed, the spring rains tapered off at the beginning of this endeavor but now was the sweltering heat. For the first time in a month, Wyll was sleeping in as he snored peacefully. He was cherishing the sleep as he let out a happy sigh before the shock of cold water rushed over him. He cried out and jumped out of bed, gasping for air as the camp laughed out, all smiling as this was their last day. A large feast had been prepared for all the hard work and the tough goodbye. Everyone made their way to the tables and took a seat, Wyll's seat next to Gaemo's. As he went to take a seat, he was pulled back up. He looked to see Gaemo wrapping his arm around the boy.

"Hear me Purple Dragoons! One of our own has spread their wings and wishes to take flight! With no ill intent and my permission, Wyll of the Purple Dragoons shall cease and Wyll, {Champion of the Destroyer} will leave our ranks! Raise drink and meal to our comrade and smile as his adventures have begun! Wyll, when the time comes we implore you to call upon us. You will always be one of us and most importantly my son. You'll always have a home with us! Now, as everyone knows!"

Everyone raises a drink, women and children included as Wyll looks out upon smiles. He too smiled and raised his drink before everyone called out with merriment and cheer.

"Once a Dragoon, always a Dragoon! Todays a good day to die!"

The company called out before drinking and eating began, swallowing down good food and good drink as everyone reminisced and talked about the good times with Wyll. Askalon smiled, nodding in acknowledgement. {Chaos} picked Wyll honestly as he smiled at his {Wielder}.

Things slowly came to an end as the celebration simmered down, some already passed out from eating and drinking too much and others off doing things to prep the camp as a rather eloquent man approached the camp, cautiously looking around for something as he neared the table and nervously cleared his throat.

"H-Hello? Y-Yes I-I um I'm looking for a Mister Wyll? T-The reining Mayor, Mister Guépard has kindly extended his hand to his son's would be hero and wishes to invite Wyll to come to the Guépard manor to discuss compensation and they beg that you come see Ali!"

He said, anxiety bubbling up inside him as Wyll reached out for the letter, cautiously handing it to Wyll as he smiled, seeing a drawing that he assumed Ali did of the two playing together. He couldn't say no as he began to stand and motioned to a quiet Askalon. With folded arms Askalon nodded, ready to go see what this man wanted as he stretched and nodded to Wyll.

"We're running there and I am not going easy on you. I think you're ready for a big boy weight!"

He laughed maliciously and smiled at Wyll who watched with dread as Askalon shook Wyll's hand and took on his {Weapon} form and nearly caused Wyll to fall to the ground as Askalon weighed a considerably heavier weight.

"Maybe you should lay off the booze and meat ya perv! You're getting fatter by the day you lazy spear!"

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[[Wyll, {Champion of Chaos}

Skills : Beginner Spear Arts : lvl 5, Running : lvl 4, Pain Tolerance : lvl 2, Hand-to-Hand : lvl 3, Exhaustion Resistance : lvl 1, Overclock : lvl MAX

Authority : {Wolf Swallowing Darkness}'s Hunt of the Moon]]

[[&%( ###*) %%*()43, Askalon

polearm weapon type. Spear - Hunting Spear. Rarity: Undefined. Wielder: Wyll. Size, Shaft-7 feet, Spearhead- 1 foot 2 inches

Skills- Soul Link, Sentient Weapon, Parallel Thinking, Symbiosis]]