generation of chaos
A distant land, an ancient legend brought to life, 10 nations seeking to claim it. the war has begun
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“well…” Erabus seemed to shrug.
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“Oh…the kitchens are over there, in case you were wondering” the man pointed to a small, squat building
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*Alright, It nodded before moving over to it. It rounded a corner before bolting toward the nearest exit*
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*sighs * APPREHEND THE HELLHOUND!
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*Jumped through the exit and ran as fast as it could, weaving through things*
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*the man mounted a horse and thundered after erabus*
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Little Wonder circled low over the camp, looking for a commander to report to.
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*Erabus set fire to bushes that got in its way to start a potential forst fire (I’m gessing theirs woods? If not then its not setting fire to things) ‘Have to get home,’ It thought*
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*the horse reared back from the flames and the man cursed, urging the horse around them*
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(Seeing as jazzy has gone AWOL)
*xervantes waved to the young harpy*
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Little wonder flaps down and lands before Xervantes, lifting a wing in salute, “Little Wonder, Scout reporting in.”
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*It made a slight turn, it didn’t know where Beast arcane territory was but it had a feeling it maybe in that direction*
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“Make your report, scout”
*the man continued to chase erabus*
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*Erabus stops and hides in a thick bush*
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Azalan slowly looked up and opened his eyes, as he rocked back in forth the caravan that was bouncing along the rough road. He looked at his hands which were tied together by tight leather straps. He looked out of a small window to his right. The wagon came to a jerking halt. The door at the front of the wagon swung open. He stepped out and squinted as he was hit by the blinding light.
“Azalan Einarth. You are here because of your impressive work in the magical and historical studies.” A soldier read from a scroll.
“Yeah, yeah.” Azalan said and looked around. The caravan was surrounded by dozens of soldiers, with their weapons trained on him. “You know, I’m only one person. There is no need for this many soldiers.” Azalan said and yawned as he pulled at the straps on his hands. The soldier did not answer, but instead turned towards a large excavation site, guarded by soldiers. “You mind cutting these?” He asked a nearby soldier and held his hands up.
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