Chapter 05: Please Help Me

Braska felt a chill go down his spine, 'What was a Champion doing here'. He tried to figure out what could have possibly made such a powerful existence come to the there little tribe.

'It couldn't be we captured someone powerful', he thought as he looked towards there prisoners,'...but that's impossible, I always make sure there are no nobles or important people within the convoy's before attacking, no matter how rich a merchant is he could never hire a Champion'.

Nevarre clenched the spear in his hand tightly as he stared cautiously at this black-robed man, he had never felt such a feeling of hopelessness as he did at this moment, with the monstrosity he still felt he had a chance of winning, but staring at this black-robed man there was only the feeling of death.

"Sir, why have your esteemed self come to our humble little tribe.", Braska stepped forward as he spoke, but froze when his eyes met the black-robed men. Those glowing pale blue eyes gave him such a shock his soul almost left his body.

The eyes are known as windows to the soul, normal people would only be able to see a glint in another's eyes while people specialized in the ways of the soul might be able to interpret those glints to know what another was thinking or what emotion they were feeling, but in the end, it was only a mall spark that was reflected from the eyes. This man thought, his eyes glowed due to the intensity of his soul, due to the power it radiated, Braska had never seen something so terrifying in his whole life.

'Is this the power of a Champion', he couldn't help but think as he avoided the black-robed man's gaze, looking him in the eye was as if exposing all his secrets, all his thoughts and emotions, he felt so vulnerable so hopeless and it terrified him endlessly.

"My name is Lorthic, I came here to slaughter you all"

Bothe Braska and Nevarre's pupils constricted and they involuntarily took a few steps back out of fear from the words Lorthic spoke. The rest of the tribe had already grabbed there weapons as the men stood in front of the woman and children ready to fight to the death even though they were shivering so badly they hardly had the ability to keep there spears steady.

"Thought it seems that is no longer necessary as I was under the impression that this tribe sacrificed these prisoners to some ridiculous tribal god"

"What do you mean?" Barska asked nervously, his staff firmly gripped in his hand as he had long ago gathered as many magical energies he possibly could in preparation of stalling this black-robed man in order to let the rest of the tribe escape. Standing next to him Nevarre had come up with the same idea and thus made preparations to hold Lorthic of as long as he could.

Lorthic of course had already seen what they were planning, though at this moment he had no intention of harming this tribe anymore due to having cleared up his misunderstanding.

"I found your little creature in the woods, when I destroyed it I read its memories, through those images, I saw your tribe sacrifice people you caught, I was planning on coming here and exterminating this tribe due to my belief that you were sacrificing innocent people to some none existent tribal god but as it stands it seems it was I that was mistaken, for that you have my apologies", with the end of his words Lorthic gave a light bow before straightening up again.

Braska, Nevarre, and the rest of the tribe visibly relaxed when hey heard Lorthic's explanation. Braska's shoulders even visibly slacked down as he breathed out loudly as if he had just averted a calamity.

"If that is the case, Sir, could I invite you to join our humble little tribe in a feast seeing as you have already come here?" Braska quickly asked, it wouldn't do to have a Champion just leave like that, and showing good hospitality would leave a better impression, you did not necessarily have to leave a good impression on a Champion but you should definitely never leave a negative impression.

Nevarre also understood this thus he was quick to follow Braska lead, "It wouldn't do for sir to leave after just arriving, it would have been a waste of sirs valuable time, how about having some meat enjoy our wine, and ahhhh..."

Braska could only facepalm 'This idiot really has to work on his eloquence', Braska could only hope that Lorthic wasn't offended he quickly turned to look at him only to find the man was laughing.

"Hahaha, finely put, I would love to join and there's is no need for formality's, as I said my name is Lorhtic, there is no need to refer to me in any other way," Lorthic said as he walked towards the nearest campfire and sat on a log.

Braska was speechless,' weren't you here to kill us all, now you tell us to call you by your name and you just casually took a seat with the rest of the normal tribesman, do you want us to die from nervousness.'

Nevarre, on the other hand, didn't think much and sat on a log next to Lorthic while poking the roasting pig with a stick. "Names Nevarre," he said as he smiled in greeting. Lorthic nodded at him.

"What brings you into the forest?", Nevarre asked as he tore two pieces of meat from the pig and handed a piece to Lorthic.

"Thank you, I was just exploring a bit, that is when I ran into the Voodoo Beast.", Lorthic said taking the piece of meat from Nevarre. Taking a bite out of the piece Lorthic was surprised to find that it was quite good, the tribesman must have used some strange kind of spices on it, 'as expected from people that have been roasting meat for generations, they know their stuff', Lorthic thought as he took another bite.

Braska seeing the two talking happily also joined in as he sat on Lorthic's other side, he was about to speak when Lothic pulled his hood down revealing his white hair and pale skin.

The entire tribe just stared at him, he looked quite out of sorts within this tribe with his black robes and pale white skin as everyone wore beast hide clothing while having bronze-colored skin. Even those merchants in the cages thought fairer skin they were nowhere near as pale as Lorthic.

"What?", Lorthic asked as everyone stared at him.

"N-nothing, just never thought you'd be so pale", Nevarre said then took another bite from his meat piece.

"Nothing to worry about, sorry for staring", Braska said, hoping they didn't offend him by staring.

"Hah, don't worry, I have had been this way for so long I forgot its unusual to be so pale", Lorthic laughed.

Lorthic spends the entire day with the tribe, speaking with Braska and Nevarre. When night came the tribe made a giant bonfire in the middle of the village, while they sat around it with the single women older than sixteen dancing around the fire.

Lorthic was also sitting there to the side as he enjoyed the show, no matter if it was the men or women they all had fit bodies, there were even some female huntresses, boasting fit and athletic bodies.

A hand suddenly grabbed Lorthic's shoulder, " Like any you see", Nevarre asked, slumping down next to him. "These girls are all single, if any man is brave enough to join them in a dance they will have a chance to have that girl to themselves, though it is only a chance. There will be many more trials ahead this is but the first, the test of bravery. Contrary to some it takes a lot of effort to confess once heart to the one they love", Nevarre said as he stared at the dancing beauties, his eyes glazed over in sadness as if remembering something that brought him immense pain.

"It is a nice tradition, it gives these young men a chance to find someone".

Nevarre looked at Lorthic, his eyes held a lot of conflict and pain.

"If you want something just say it, no point keeping it to yourself," Lorthic said but he never took his eyes off the dancing beauties, his thoughts were unfathomable.

Nevarre took a deep breath before bowing his head to Lorthic, "Please help the tribe... no please help me kill that monstrosity"