"Ashalain De Shilvia, your presence must attend at the king's palace hall on this day." Says the man, holding the symbol of Keshoval as he rushes towards Ashalain.
Grabbing his hand as forcefully as Ashalain drags Akatosh towards the messenger.
"Oi-oi-oi miss." Akatosh tries to wrestle her.
"Tell me, good soldier, what other message have you brought for the particular reason why I was to be summoned," Ashalain said.
"I'm sorry but I was only to bring you this word, and thus I have nothing more to say." Nods the messenger,
"Very well then. If I may, is there a spare teleportation scroll which I can use?"
"Forgive me for being unprepared, but you can use my horse. Don't worry about me for the road ahead is not far."
Ashalain shrugs mounting the horse which then Akatosh took this opportunity to escape, running way opposite from the road. And while his legs are heating up, Akatosh instantly searches for an endurance potion and gulp it in seconds, resulting to increase movement speed.
"You're not getting away!" She yelled.
Despite buffing his agility, he couldn't outrun the horse. In a cat and mouse chase, Akatosh went through the forest as he did with her in the alley.
"Adios homo sapiens!" Akatosh laughs crossing the dense forest. And for that, he was able to smoke Ashalain.
After Ashalain loses track of him, she relinquishes their chaise knowing she had an important manner to attend to. Perceiving they might soon meet again; she returns to the road.
He waited for a couple of minutes, and when he knew he was safe he casually follows the road to Ravalind. Once he'd reach the gate in less than an hour, he easily enters the gate mixing himself with a couple of peasants and commoners who are going into the city.
When he enters the place, he quickly prioritizes the clothes he commissioned from the old shopkeeper. Once received the finished product, Akatosh was quite surprised by the quality made from her craftsmanship, despite her near faded hand. Nevertheless, the old woman was gratified by the satisfaction of his customer. Afterward, Akatosh treads to Barry's shop and when he enters, a group of people and adventurers are steaming the shop.
He considers that it would be good to wait, supposing his own identity as an impostor stillmage and his bag. But soon, his mystifying silence allured a bunch of people who are examining the clusters of weapons and armor. It went for minutes till they lost interest in him.
And as for him, Akatosh was soothingly watching the adventurers purchasing an item. Replacing their old and worn-down apparel. Engaging, the adventurers consisting of elves, none-humans, and other races, one by one the shop soon in solitude, accommodating less than five people.
During the time that the crowd lessened, Akatosh utterly treads towards Barry. Asking her daughter if she was in this shop for some information regarding some magic.
"What brings you back here young lad," Barry said, being the first to consult.
"Um… I need to talk with your daughter for a bit if she's around about some types of magic."
Barry sigh, "I don't know if this is a blacksmith shop or an appraiser... She's in the back of the room at the kitchen cooking, oh… and how's the armor."
"Well, without it I wouldn't be here." Akatosh smile.
Understanding his message Barry was relieved by his craftsmanship thus he then calls for his daughter.
"Err… you again, what can I do for you today mister?" She said, then Akatosh remembers that both she and him didn't introduce themselves last time.
"I think our introduction must be in order, names Akatosh."
"Call me Linda." She replies.
"Linda it is."
Consulting, Akatosh pulls out the book that he looted from the temple and showing it to her. But a few minutes Linda seems to be confused by the book.
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"Nope, this grimoire you have is very ancient. The words are different, and symbols are very peculiar."
"I see." A word of disappointment coming out from Akatosh.
"But I think, you should head to the guild. They might have some knowledge regarding this thing, though you must first register and pass the test."
After knowing the only way to decipher the book is through the adventurer's guild Akatosh swiftly said his thanks before heading outside.
"Good sir, do you know the way to the adventurer's guild." He asks one of the men smoking a pipe.
"Come to make a fortune ehh… The guild is next to the market center you should see a large building with a sign of a dragon and a sword." Implored the man.
Thanking him Akatosh heads towards the market, looking around. Finding the large building, with luck he finally found the guild. Standing at the front door he was quite tense to enter but he keeps his will and enters the building without further hesitation.
Upon opening the door, to say that the area of the room is astoundingly beautiful. Whereas Statues of a warrior, mage, paladin, knight, and many more are decorated within the columns of the building. Plants are growing near the windows as they climb high enough to reach the ceiling. And the room as you imagine riled with many adventurers.
Observe the surroundings Akatosh slowly steps towards the admission desk, where a woman is busy working with her job. Hair was white as ashen, and formal clothes dyed in purple color.
"Excuse me, madam, what does it take to be a guild member." Akatosh interrupts.
"Well, you've come to the right place, you just place your hand here at this seeking orb." The woman replies warmly.
Placing his hand at the blue light orb, the light suddenly brightens enough to make an eye swell in tears. Replacing Akatosh's hand with hers, extracting the information regarding his physical and magical abilities.
When done extracting the information, she processes the data resulting from a disappointed look. "I'm sorry sir… I think you aren't fitted to become a guild member."
Chilling down to his heart he then questions. "Is there something that I am missing?".
Avoiding his look, she then said with a low tone. "Well… your physical and magical abilities are low, even lower than that of a peasant."
Just as she utters his data, a man wearing light armor. Belted with a magical rapier and a small cloak right on his shoulder. With soothing hair, he then malevolently emits a mischievous aura.
Cutting our conversation, the man draws the attention of the people living within the room then says followed by a burst of mocking laughter.
"Hahaha… look here people a mere insect lower than a peasant wishes to be an adventurer."
Hearing his mocking words as he laughs, Akatosh can hear the people all around the guild gossiping.
"A beggar, he should be ashamed of himself for coming here."
"My-my what an eyesore we got this day." A female mage said.
"Did you lose your way in bumpkin?"
"Go plow yourself, urchin."
"The fuck is this shit-guild," Akatosh said, looking around the adventurers to see some of the lower classes are embarrassed by his action.
"You morsel if you win the duel, well you can join the guild. But if you lose then eh heh-heh…"
Akatosh's anger quickly escalated. Before the ashen hair manager tries to stop the man, Akatosh without second thought accepts his duel.
"Fine then, I accept your shitty fight." He utters in a vulgar tone.
"Dare to talk back to me like that, I'll see to your utter defeat." The man reckons while the people well most of them are griming in expectation.
"Judging by his equipment, he must be a high-class guild member. And the way I see his weapon I guessed that he must be good at swordfights. But what question me was why did the effect of the potion didn't add up on my information." Akatosh thought to himself, thinking a way to bash his face.
Standing through a coliseum, a training ground for adventurers. Akatosh had switched his armor to studded leather armor adding a buckler tight around his left arm. Assuming speed and reflex is his opponent's arsenal. He had to use a lighter weapon, a two-weapon style, consisting of a dagger and a short sword.
"Well, the rule of this duel for your advantage is we are not using any magic and abilities." Mocking Akatosh's appearance.
Ignoring his words Akatosh intimately taunt him, while drawing his stance. The man didn't rush to fight, instead, he saunters his steps assuring he can end the fight in seconds. And when he closes their distance about a few yards, the man suddenly disappears. In repose to the man's vanishing skill, Akatosh swayed his shield hoping the man was going for a backstab. Without a mistake, Akatosh barely manages to block his attack, though some of his attacks slice his thick leather armor.
"Not using abilities my ass." Realizing his opponent was just playing with him. Thinking desperately Akatosh tries to use this as his card, thinking the man is at his advantage.
Projecting his dagger, to easily dodge with ease. Akatosh charges head-on, but soon he reverses when the man surprised him by consecutively ramming his rapier. Without certain ways to overthrow the man, Akatosh lower his guard trapping the man. And when his opponent took the bait, dashing in mere seconds, Akatosh scarcely parrying his attack. Step side-kicking his chest, Akatosh was able to knockback him to the air due to the still effect of the potion. Akatosh lashes forward to give him a combo, but not before the tip of the sword airs his flesh, the man casts a spell hidden by the audience. Dizziness engulfs Akatosh's mind, clouding his vision. And out of a sudden, he appears in front of Akatosh as a powerful force knock-backing him to a wooden wall. It was so powerful that the wall gave in. From bad to worse the side effect of the potion starts to engulf his body.
"Pheasant." The man says showing his golden guild crest while he grins. "People like you disgust me."
Again, Akatosh tried to stand but invisible magic sweeps his feet. After some time, the woman who was at the admission desk came for aid, and with her is his bag. As soon as the woman tries to help him.
"Leave me." Akatosh roughly declines.
Just when he's about to exit the place, somebody teleports him outside of Ravalind to an unknown forest far away from town.