Wondering through the forest, he found an odd path and a sign leading to a town or city. Though the words are different from his past language but with miracle Akatosh does understand.
"Must be where he patted my shoulder, which gives me some knowledge regarding this world."
Following the signs saying Keshoval, He had no choice but to travel from this road. There where he might resupply and get equipment.
As he was, walking on the empty road. Akatosh notices the sun begins to fall so he steadfast, running his feet as he could be knowing something is lurking through the gloomy road. Without a doubt, something crept in the dark corners of the trees accelerating his heartbeat. Stopping by the road to meet the danger, two hideous creatures emerge from the darkness. Half the size of his height covered in fur and bones with greenish skin.
"Must be goblins," he implores readying his fighting stance as he observes the monster. One carries a spear while the other holds a thirty-inches sword and a small buckler by his left hand.
"A short sword perhaps."
Speaking in a ravishing tone that Akatosh doesn’t understand, both attacks simultaneously. Dropping his bag, then with quick thinking Akatosh scoop a speck of dirt by his left hand and stone to prepare for the worst.
Waiting for them to get closer, Akatosh initially set his move. With a powerful pitch, he successfully hit the first goblin, knock backing the creature.
Into the fray, Akatosh then throws away the dirt to goblin's big eye, stopping his movements. In a struggle, he quickly grabs its hand and punches the creature's muscle. Loosening its grip from the sword, subsequently, the other goblin jumps on the back of its partner.
Using the goblin as a shield still… the creature without hesitation punctures its partner's body. Penetrating… the spear nearly went reaching Akatosh's chest but with luck, he pushes away the stabbed creature.
Retreating, he cautiously eyes the goblin without looking away. While picking up the sword, Akatosh was speculating the goblin might take this opportunity if he was not looking.
Removing his weapons from its dead partner, the goblin began to bring out a small bottle of potion. Poring the liquid to his spear, noxious smoke can be seen emitting on the blade. Thinking of another strategy to overpower the creature, Akatosh scooped another dirt while hiding it from the goblin's view.
"Poison or maybe acid. A small cut from that blade would be fatal and nighttime begins to fall giving me at a disadvantage to my enemy. What a stroke of bad luck did I had this day."
With a griming look, the goblin readies his spear. Having felt the goblin had the upper hand the beast immediately charges rampantly. Scattering the dirt to the creature, staggering the goblin for a mere time, Akatosh quickly throws the sword at the creature hitting his body.
Dashing into the creature while in a pinch, he then quickly pulls out the sword and thrust it to his throat ending the fight once and for all. Taking a minute break, Akatosh loot whatever things that he could find.
"Two unknown potions, a spear, a short sword, a small buckler, and five silver coins. These two must be a scout, for if I 'am correct there would be a horde of them near this place. Shiite... I should better leave this place before one of them smells the scent of their fallen comrade."
Stuffing the items on the bag, and the five-silver coin into his pocket Akatosh quickly pace out of that area. After an hour of running and walking on the night road, with luck he finally spots a large house. Looking at the signboard depicting a mug and bed, no doubt it was an inn.
"Lucky." Akatosh smile.
As he makes his entrance, eyes direct towards his direction. Realizing that he was still wearing his earthly outfit. "Damn, I should've asked him for cloak or clothes from this world, before coming from this place." Akatosh sigh, blaming himself for being a happy-go-lucky man.
As eyes are pointing sharply, Akatosh ignores and heads towards the man who looks to be the innkeeper.
And while stepping on his toe, he looks around the inn, seeing, observing a group of people. And to his sight there is a muscular, normal, and thin body, carrying different weapons with them. But one group that interests him most are the four people clad in nice armor and weapons.
The first one was a girl maybe fifteen-sixteen of age wearing a cloak and reading or spellbook. The other was a man in his mid-forties wearing a full plated armor.
"Might be a paladin." That is what Akatosh thought seeing his plate mail armor.
The third person, an archer or a rouge from his thirty to thirty-five, and a light armor, a leather armor he wears. That’s when Akatosh notice he had his bow position right beside the wall.
And then there is the mother of all party a beautiful blond woman who's older than Akatosh silently sits with her companions. Eyes are blue as the open sky yet earnest eyes. Wearing a breastplate and some black leather padded on her waist not to mention those ruby strip designs.
"A royal party consisting of a mage or a wizard. A marksman, some good old paladin nor a knight, and a hot chick. Lucky spot yet hard to get, shame indeed." Akatosh says, sitting on the stool.
"Got any room this night," Akatosh says, a different tongue.
Akatosh was shocked by the language he never knew that uttered from his mouth. So too his ears, listening to a language he didn’t never hear.
"Got three rooms, two rooms for one silver and the other for fifty copper what say you?" The taverner says, pouring some drinks on the mug ordered by the man.
"I take the silver and bring some food will yak," Akatosh responds.
"That would be one silver and five copper."
Nearly finishing his meal, Akatosh asks a little information.
"Can I ask you about Kesh--" Biting his lips, he realized he was an alien in this place. A conversation that might provoke some people here, so with his wariness he asks a different question.
"Got any creatures here living a bit far away from this inn."
"The only creatures here are goblins and kobolds." The innkeeper replies.
Hearing their conversation, the man right beside Akatosh burst into laughter.
"Did ye' get chase by a small weak goblin to hope ye' didn't piss your pants out while running like a chicken."
His words wind throughout the inn, creating laughter stroking his ego. But the blond woman and her group did not care as they continue digging their meals except the man wearing leather armor who joins the mocking laughter.
"Well fuck you all!" Akatosh reckons.
In the middle of a laughingstock, Akatosh asks the innkeeper. "Can you show me to my room?"
Following his words, the taverner then calls a kid to lead Akatosh to his room. And once alone, the traveler quickly checks his bag, spewing out the things that he had looted and counting the coins that God gave him.
"Thirty pieces of gold coin huh... Well, luck does stick with misfortune to me this day."
Laying on the bed covered with straws and fur from animals. "Not as noble as it is but, this will do."
Gazing at the night sky near the window and as moments pass, from the other side of the room, a group of people enters. Through lack of information, Akatosh takes advantage. Slowly cradling near the wall to extract some information. Akatosh eavesdrops on the people and when he placed his ears one drunken man starts to row.
"Geez, Baron making yourself look like this"
"Hema… I aren’t drunk just a chip bit" The drunk man said.
"I take care of him you two should take a rest." The other man said an elderly man's voice. And just like that, the drunkard starts to doze off.
"No doubt about it, these guys must be the royal party I saw downstairs," Akatosh says, intently listening to their conversation.
Still in the middle of eavesdropping on the party, unexpectedly a woman starts a conversation.
"What message did the king gave us Mishel."
"Nothing much, he just told us to come and report our findings that's all. But something is not right as if the king is in a dilemma, Ashalain is there something bothering you?"
"Nothing much Mishel but just a hunch. Garrick what did the lady spoke about the prophecy." Ashalain respond
"Don't know much about the details 'all will gather to one, and he shall reign once more, so that's it."
"What is this about some powerful dark and evil or something ready to annihilate humanity and some hero will soon save the world like this and that." Akatosh sigh. "I'm tired of this. I should ask some decent information from the innkeeper tomorrow morning." Akatosh continues going towards the bed.
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Taking a comfortable rest, the drunkard starts making another commotion.
With an angry shout. "I'M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!" Akatosh shout, throwing an object at the wall making them know that they are disturbing neighbors.
"Okay, we got it now quit whining!" Ashalain said, punching the wall in an irritated mode
"Well fuck you mate!" Akatosh reply.
"Let it be Ashalain. Mishel, can you cast that sound block spell."
Mishel sigh. "This is why I hate inns."
Chanting some words silence invades the night making Akatosh falls asleep soundly.
When dawn breaks the nights, the traveler was awakened to find a rat bedding to his chest. Grabbing the rat and out of curiosity.
"What if I would put a live one on this bag?" Akatosh says, picking his magic bag and stuff the animal. The moment he plunged the rat it quickly disappears, consumed by the dark void.
"Well, I'll be dammed… better get some food downstairs." Akatosh was shocked.
Stepping down the stairs, he notices there were few people that are occupying the inn but still, the royal party wakes up early then he thought. The worst is, they are close to the innkeeper making it hard to get more information, especially the hot blond chick. A serious and dangerous woman Akatosh can tell.
Siting as far away as possible from the group, he then orders a morning meal. And once finished eating breakfast Akatosh starts to ask questions from the innkeeper.
"Old man heard anything from this place?"
"Mm-hmm… That's the first thing someone would tell me for a youngster like you." Says the taverner
"Just asking, you don't have to tell me if you want, that's fine with me." Akatosh responds. "Shit... I thought bars and inns are a good place to pick information this guy is hard"
"Don't know if this is true but something is happening in the kingdom of Keshoval and the empire of Endregar." The innkeeper sighs.
Speaking through his mind. "Jackpot! I take back my words inns are a good place to find some information indeed."
"And what would that be?" Akatosh smile.
"Don't know much about politics but some say there is something more to this political settlement." The innkeeper replies
"Tell me what kind of kingdom is Keshoval."
"Take it back that you're a foreigner from this land. Well, Keshoval is a kingdom where the famous hero defeats the great dragon Faravish, don't tell me you haven't known that famous legend that everyone knows around the world."
"I already know that story, old man." He lied a juicy lie.
Notice there are wines behind the innkeeper, Akatosh orders some to rile up the conversation. And while taking a sip.
"This area must be full of goblins and kobolds."
"I take it that you're lucky to be alive. I had sent a request letter to the guild but sadly it has been four days, and none seems to come. And the monsters here begun to be more aggressive and multiplying. The worst is something is a mist at the temple that was once purified by one of the great sages."
"I see, can you tell me where this guild is you spoke off."
"It's in a town called Ravalind the capital of Keshoval, just follow the road and take west."
Indulging with their conversation, Akatosh notices that the royal group were preparing to leave. And with a good hearing aid, the woman seems to be conversing with her party.
"Guys can you go on without me, I had something to do," Ashalain said.
Her party agrees and went out of the inn while she went upstairs. Taking his last sip of wine and paying the tabs, Akatosh goes to pick his items.
"Hey, kid if you reach Ravalind give this letter to Barry. He is a blacksmith there famous for his craftsmanship."
Receiving the letter, Akatosh then asks the innkeeper's name.
"Call me Garry."
"So where is this place your brother lives."
"You'll know when you reach there." Garry smile.
Stopping for a moment he then asks another question. "Why would you trust someone, a stranger."
"Mm-hmm good point… Well, I get the feeling that you are something to be trusted when we have a little chat."
"Do you." Akatosh smile. "I see well better get ready." He continues climbing upstairs to get his bag and start another day in another world.
And when he opens the door, Akatosh comes face to face with a hot blond chick sitting on his bed staring at the window. Questions start to fill up his mind. "Why is she here, did I do something that provoked her last night."
"Madam, can I help you with something? You must be in the wrong room." A stoic tone Akatosh said.
Noticing his presence, Ashalain gave him a serious stare like Akatosh just butchered and eat her dog or something.
"Okay, I'm in trouble," Akatosh concluded thinking some ways to get away from the mad lady.
The first thing that come into his mind was… "If I could get closer to get my bag on the corner of the bed. I would either run out of this room or jump out of that window, if luck be with me I might not break me leg."
"I see you're the man from last night." An intimidating tone she utters.
Telling a lie. "Sorry for last night but it was my friend, so I apologize on behalf of my friend for talking vulgar--"
Cutting Akatosh off. "Ho? I didn't see any of your companions here even when you came here last night." She says crossing her arms and legs.
"The f, why didn't I think about that. This woman is dangerous as hell."
Ignoring her intimidation, Akatosh walks to get his bag when a sword suddenly stops his movement edging the blade to his throat. He could feel a powerful force radiates from the blade, a holy one.
"Blondie... how barbaric are you?" Ignoring his words, Ashalain grills her dagger-like eyes as she examines his every outfit top to bottom.
Still edging her sword at Akatosh's throat. "I've been observing you lately, your clothes are different that I never saw one before. The way you speak to the innkeeper is something. Who are you, tell me the truth and no blood shall be spilled today."
"I'm a man, not a primate--" Akatosh respond when he was cut by her words again.
"Are you a spy or an assassin, answer me!"
"I don't know what you're saying, take a look at me if I'm an assassin."
She breathes for a second, sheathing her sword and distance herself.
Trying to get his bag, Ashalain quickly again unsheathes her sword and this time it was in his hand. "Does this lady have no limits!"
"I've been watching your eyes. It seems that you've been concern about that bag when you always look at it."
"Well fuck me, how many talents does this lady have."
"It's just a bag nothing more nothing--"
Ashalain interrupts, grabbing the bag, and as she opens the rat that Akatosh stuff suddenly came out surprising the lady. Using this opportunity, Akatosh quickly sweeps her feet outbalancing her.
In a rush Akatosh immediately grabs his bag where she too grips it with strength, dragging him along as they fall over the bed. Nearly a centimeter close, he can feel her warm breath as she blushes in cuteness.
"Guess that this is her first time."
And that precise moment he felt Ashalain had given up on the bag and her holy sword.
With a quick reaction, he quickly grabs both her sword and his bag and then hastily went pacing out of the room. Running away downstairs, Akatosh plunges the sword from his magic bag. And in just seconds, he heard a door slam open, and when the traveler takes a slight view. He saw her in anguish and anger ready to rip his head.
"Women here are barbarians," Akatosh says reaching the first floor.
"I promise to deliver that letter," Akatosh says, opening the front door but Ashalain too had already reached the first floor.
"She's fast!"
Without a second to waste, Akatosh opens the door and runs wildly as he could however, Ashalain was closing their distance. Thinking fast on how to get away from this savage woman, Akatosh notice that there was a creek about four meters wide and with an average current.
Charging towards Akatosh, he quickly breaks his speed. Bending down a bit knowing her hands might try to take a hold on to his clothing. No doubt about it, Ashalain tries to grab his clothes. Mustering his strength, Akatosh then throws her in the creek the seconds Ashalain had lost balance.
Later, he saw Ashalain opposite at his place. He could see her panting heavily on the edge of the creek.
"Sorry for what I did, it's okay if you don't forgive me, this world is a big place!"
Taking a little break from her breathing, Ashalain furiously starts shouting. "I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME BACK MY SWORD THIEF! I AM GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE!".
"Yayykksss…!!" Humors Akatosh pacing out on that place.
Still, on the verge of running like a horse, Akatosh sight a group of people resting on one shady tree. To realize they are the hot chick's companion.
Passing by them Akatosh unexpectedly shouts. "I'M SORRY FOR YOUR FRIEND!" Akatosh laughs disappearing from their sight.
"What was that all about," Mishel said.
"Beats me, what I'm concern is why Ashalain is still not here. She should be here by now."
As they waited for more than a minute Garrick stood. "You two should wait here. I'll go and check her."
"Come on Garrick, she just took three golems all by herself when we are in a pinched."
Cutting him off. "I know Baron. I just have to check on her."
"Well do as you please." Baron shrug.
As Garrick starts to head back on the road, Ashalain came running towards the group. Panting heavily in a distressful and angry look she then asks.
"Did someone pass by, a man carrying a bag wearing strange clothing?!"
"Calm down Ashalain and why are you soaking wet," Garrick asks.
Then Baron replies to her in a relaxing tone. "Ah? You mean that guy, yep he just came running and said sorry for your friend, don't tell." His words turn cold.
As Ashalain slowly recovers from fatigue. "That thief stole my sword."
Her companions are in shock at how a normal person could overpower Ashalain and stole her sword. Then Baron first cracks a question. "So how did the sword got taken away."
"I don't know but the moment I let go of his bag he immediately took my sword. Worst was, he even outsmarted me when I was chasing him." Ashalain says in anguish respond.
"Ashalain stay still I'm going to cast recovery magic to you, so stay put," Mishel says, chanting some words praying to a God Ashalain quickly regains its strength back.
"Why didn’t you think when going alone, isn't that what companions are for."
"I know that Mishel, I-I thought it might be easier for me so I just did it alone knowing that it might be quick, yet I underestimated him," Ashalain said unable to look at Mishel's face.
Breaking the conversation, Garrick shrug. "Arguing like this won't solve the problem. Come, let us make haste and while we're at it I'll explain on the way."
Without a comply the group hurries towards the road as Garrick began explaining what to do. "Okay, first things first Baron and Ashalain will search every shop and store for that sword. While Mishel and I will gather information regarding that man who stole your sword."
His words are solemn and Ashalain senses that Garrick is serious about this as if he values more her sword than his life.
"Ashalain, if we're to find your sword make sure to buy an extra one will ya," Baron said.
"Fine Baron! I will so stop making a joke like this."
Running non-stop, fatigue starts to conquer Akatosh's body making him tumble down on the road. And in seconds he can feel his legs shaking in tiredness worst, his stomach begins to feel nostalgic vomit thrice on the road.
Taking a minute break Akatosh slowly gets up and starts to walk again. As he corners the road, he began to see people, walls, and houses.
"This must be it, the place of the legendary heroes." Akatosh smile.
To be more certain if this place is Ravalind, Akatosh ask some local people that were outside the wall. Being convinced by the information that he had gathered, he begins to walk towards the gate.
Nearly reaching the gate one of the guards, clad in a plate mail armor, holding a weapon called halberd is suspiciously looking at Akatosh until.
"You there! The young man in strange clothing, may I have a word with you."
"Damn... I don't have time for this, but I should not be in jail just because of avoiding this guard.”
"Say lad, I don't recognize you or any of your clothes from here."
"Ahh... Oh this, to be true I' am a merchant who came from a far faraway land called Earth. But sadly, I was an ambush by a group of goblins last night. So, I heard that there is a guild here that I would ask some help to recover my wares."
To better more convince the guard Akatosh shows him the letter. "There's this person here that I would like to give to the guild it is very important."
Knowing that Ashalain and her companion would follow him. He had to create a diversion.
"I let you off this time but be wary, make a commotion and you'll end up in a dungeon." The guard sighs.
"Thank you kindly, sir, I will heed your warning." Akatosh politely smiles.
"Okay then be off with you, I got more things to do!" A bossy tone he ushers.
Finishing our conversation, Akatosh finally steps inside the town. Feeling happy and griming in enjoyment Akatosh was keeping his laughter for how easily that guard was.
"Medieval." A devious and mocking jag Akatosh utters.