“I’m Roberion and he is Percival…”, Roberion explained what he could about him trying to hide some of his information, like about his dice, but him being a Null and this whole empire situation needed to be said. Kunglau already knew that he talked imperial, he also didn’t know if any other groups speaks this language.
“We know of the barbaric ways of the Emperor of Creation clans. None of them deserve the air of their breath. Their creation is an affront to nature, sterile.”, the fiznaults relaxed, one of them typing in a sort of datapad.
As this fiznault typed on it, neither of all present spoke. The fiznaults because they were waiting for something. Roberion and Percival stayed quiet, feeling the situation seemed the best choice. All indicated they were in the clear.
After ten minutes, Kunglau took his datapad. “We welcome you to our humble home.” he directed them to the gates of the village, being in the front, the other two on following Roberion and Percival, one at each side, looking like guards or someone guiding their prisoners. “Here it is, Pond Village. We caution you to stow away your weapons before entering the city. We won’t take lightly any confrontation or threats.”
As if on cue, the guard takes one of his hands and lifts it high, an orb of flames the size of a head can be seemed momentary, before fading out. For Roberion, the size of the orb seemed to hide its power. It was no way an ordinary flame. In it he could see barely a miniscule hint of ethereal yellow, resembling the one he saw in the fragment of the Celtic Flame, and maybe the lines he saw on the system harvest process.
Kunglau noticed the interest of Roberion in the flame, but the fiznault seemed to have another plan on his mind than to explain the orb.
Entering the Gates, Roberion looked how they were closed. The use of primitive means by employing their wood rhinos to move the gates surprised him. The manual labor was allied with technology. It was easy to hear the sound of wooden cogs and the luminescence of the panel near the guards.
“We are taking you to see the chief, but before that we need to explain the situation”, Kunglau started talking to them as they entered the village, the people seemed to be looking at them like some sort of curiosity, none tried to get near. That is, none of the adults, the kids though, seemed curious about the Percival. Even some of them seemed to take fruits to get his attention. And for Roberion dismay and amazement, he saw Percival take some long looks at the fruits.
The capybara knight, at least, seemed to maintain his attention on his patron’s objectives, reigning his desire for the strange fruits. One of them seemed to be bright blue.
Roberion used the travel to know more about the fiznaults. Luckily, the way they were crossing was near the lake, so he could see more about the bodies of water in this place. Their way of living was normal, but rudimentary. All of them seemed to have datapads for communication, but their way of transporting goods seemed to be using their manual work and employing the help of the wood rhinos.
The wood rhinos seemed part of their way of life, small wood rhinos could be seem being herded by the fiznaults, some of them stopping near big bulbs of light, their size being of four meters high. They seemed to sleep near these bulbs. He couldn’t see what they ate, though.
The lake itself was really big when he looked from here, barely seeing the constructions on the other side. What got his attention, though, was a giant black tree in the middle of the lake, the leafs, trunk, and roots all black. It gave a feeling similar to a mirage. If someone focused too much on it, they would lose it. He couldn’t see any more details, for all he know the fiznaults could live there too, but in this distance only the black tree mirage can be detected.
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As he looked, the fiznaults seemed to use the lake to plant algae and fish rearing. The absence of any other type of animal in the lake, at least that he could see, showed that this race seemed to control the lake on a large scale. His fishing method seemed to use nets, but contrary to common use, throwing the net from the surface, the fiznaults dive in pairs, each one with a side of the net, although he was curious how the process in water was, the dark blue water made that task impossible.
A curious and macabre thing the fiznaults seemed to do with the lake though, it wasn’t rare to find fiznaults carrying, what seemed to be other corpses of their species, swimming with them deep into the lake, sometimes one, two or three fiznaults helped to carry the body, in the shore many of them could be seem watching the process, when the other fiznaults came back from their task, they would clap their hand and cry, some weird gestures were made, and they seemed to scream clicking their mouths loudly.
When Roberion looked to Kunglau to ask of what that was all about, Kunglau only signaled to him a placating gesture and said, using his device:
“Wait for the chief. When meeting him, all the questions we can answer we will answer. We expect the same from you. You better remember that.”, thinking the conversation as finished, Kunglau kept looking forward.
Roberion wished that the information they could give could be about the system, the magic, how to get more magic equipment and how to improve the die. But most of all, he wanted a safe place to go, even though he knew that going by what he experienced, finding a safe place that could improve his power seemed like fantasy, specially that he had no one to get in contact too.
To think that the first beings to be somewhat friend to me, aside from Percival that is, would be the fiznaults, seems like daydreaming. Hopefully, they can guide me to the research station.
It didn’t take long to find the chief’s place. If he would describe it, was that it seemed like someone made a bigger version of the fiznaults houses. Weirdly, the place seemed to be underground half of its size, answering why he didn’t find it sooner in the village landscape. Different from the other houses, this one was entirely made of a type of black wood.
Fiznaults with combat gear could be seen guarding the place. Their armor was also black, but they seemed to have parts of wood in it. Their armor truly seemed like a brigandine, contrary to his half-assed rusted one.
A flux of fiznaults, both guards and general people, seemed to enter and leave the chief’s place. None got near or took a look more than a second at them, seemingly preocupied with something else.
After Kunglau spoke with the guards, the process was simple. One of them escorted them inside the building.
The hectic sensation inside was double what he saw outside. All fiznaults seemed in a crazy state. Running around, entering rooms, typing the devices like their life depended on it. The fiznaults village was like a volcano before an eruption, the calm outside hiding the lava blubing within it.
Briefing talking to the doormen securing the central room, the guard and Kunglau run ahead, the other two escorting fiznaults, only signaling for him to keep going. Opening the door, it seemed like a clicking mayhem was unleashed, only stopped by a loud clap of hands. It wasn’t hard to find the responsible. A fiznault wearing big metallic gloves in the center of a seemingly circular courtroom started clicking loudly as all the others heard with interest.
Not waiting for the visitor introductions, the fiznault takes his device and starts translating his dialogue.
“I bid you welcome Null. I’m Likang the Chief, but let’s be brief, you will first tell your situation, we will give ours. Then we can start negotiating”, he finishes his speech by putting his device on his desk and melodious clapping his hands, as all the other fiznaults tidy themselves up and wait for Roberion to start.