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it had been a long night as a storm only now subsided in the camp as the sun rose over the sand doons of the Dessert. All the people looked at a man standing out in the storm eager about what he was doing. He then pulled a large blunt stone sword from his side and held it out pointing straight. it was a very heavy looking sword and he held it with one hand. The man had wrappings on his face covering his eye and mouth. a scar peeked out of the bandage over the covered eye. Other then that he had a long red scarf slowly flapping in the dieing storm. his one eye that could see was yellow like a star in the night sky. One of the Bangaa children called out with a cocky voice from behind the leg of his mother.

"Stop the storm beast scard slayer."


the man waited as the sand changed into a whirlpool of sand. Then from it came a Antlion red and sandy colour with large pincers coming from the side of its mouth with pointy teeth. it also had yellow eyes. The mans met the beasts eyes with no emotion at first then it struck like a storm as anger flooded his stare. He ran at the antlion dragging his sword in the sand and making a spiral spin at its head. The antlion was struck back like it was being punched. but it didn’t lay down and die as it struck back with a slash of its claw tanged on the stone blade sending the man back. He recovered with a spin landing on his feet, but his attack didn’t hurt the antlion badly, but caused slow on it and its movements were delayed. The man then slotted his stone blade back onto his belt and flipped into the air pulling from his back a slim broad sword with markings down the blade. he lifted his hand to his mouth as he fell down at the antlion, he had gloves on but they had no fingers on them. his hand that held the sword had wrappings around the fingers but the hand at his jaw didn't. He bit the thumb of the hand at his mouth and with lighting speed writ a kaji onto the blade symbolising water.

"Liquid steel!"

katrea walked up to the village head an elderly man with a dark brown beard wearing a loose fitting robe. He then spoke to him placing the bandages back over his mouth.

"i will only ask for a weeks supply of food i know your short on money lately."

"That’s fine, why not stay the day and give your body a rest from your travels."

No, i can't. i need to keep ... moving"

Katrea looked at the people, there looks on there faces varied the young excited and the elderly scared that he could kill such a monster. it was not a powerful beast but still Katrea killed it with precision

"Ok, if you say so young man. That bag over there has a weeks supply in it."

Katrea looked over to the white bag that had belts around the top and the bottom Katrea lifted onto his back next to his sword and began to head out to the sunrise.

"Stranger, what was your name."

Katreas yellow eye looked back and he had a happy looking expression. it was the young boy that cheered him on.

"Call me what ever you like"

He turned and headed over the doon

"Bye scard slayer from the east"

Katrea tried not to look back and he pulled the bag up a bit and he wiped some sweat from his brow.

Katrea came to the out post of kookal after a long hike to get there the sun had started to take a toll on his body. he could really use a bath but in the dessert it was unlikely that he find anywhere that could give him that so he would ask. he stepped into the market only to be approached by some one trying to sell him herbs.

"Finest in all the dessert herbs and beans sir."

"I am not interested."

katrea replied as he walked through the busy market. he was going to the port to try and get a ride to mist, over the years he has been everywhere training his body and skills. but he felt the need to go back to mist to train more.

"scard one "

A old women’s voice ranted in katreas ear and he snapped back.

"What did you call me?"

"Don’t worry young man, i only wish to tell you of your path."

It was a gypsy like woman in purple clothes and a Vail over her face. She held a glass ball in her hands and stroked her wrinkled hand over the smooth glass orb.

"I’m sorry, I don't have money to offer fortune tellers."

"Don’t worry; it will only cost you some of what’s left of your weeks supplies the villagers gave you"

Shocked of her knowledge about what was in the white bag Katrea became interested in what she had to say. he pulled from his bag some water and bread and gave it to the woman, she grasped it in her hands and bit at it.

"Enjoy"

Katrea went to walk away but the elderly lady grabbed at his leg

"i wasn't lying when i said i could tell you about your past or the path ahead"

"i don't think you could tell me anything of my past, at least anything i don't already know."

"Oh, is that what you think. ill tell you this, the doctor you fought you killed revenging your dead woman friend still lives."

Katreas eye looked angrily as she spoke the words.

"If you lie to me, ill kill you"

"I am not. Seek him out, it is where your path leads."

Katrea ran to the dock he would go to mist then seek out the professor from the land he lived at as a child. He didn't know why but he knew the woman’s words to be true.

Art woke up to a splash on his face, a young women stood above him with a canister of water. The gunslinger must've looked so pathetic as he lay there still grasping the half empty bottle of whisky as he was subsiding to lack of water.

She threw the canister down to Art and walked off emotionlessly. Art thought nothing of it and got up, guzzling the canister down and then putting it in his back pocket and perching the bottle of scotch back up to his lips. Eyeing the woman as she walked away, Art assumed he'd better leave her alone. He could only guess how long he'd been out of it for. Hell, they'd even managed to throw Art out of the tent without so much as trying to wake him up and offer aid.

The woman that scowled at the gunslinger was the first person in a long time to do anything remotely kind for Art. Taking another swig of his drink he began walking off into the desert again. Art was sick of the desert continent, he hadn't been to mist for a while and decided to begin heading west.

Art heard the words to mist then echo in the back of his head. In his drunken state he shouted back "I already know i want to go to mist, you tell me twice, thrice it doesn't matter."

Colapsing on the ground in exhaustion he reached for the canister the kind girl had given him....he'd forgotten to refill the damn thing. Turning onto his back he started shouting "Oh kind girl, please give me another drink of that delicious water, I'm spent again!" Half expecting a reply in this desert he rolled onto his front and began crawling away.

After a couple of metres he got back up and looked around with confused eyes. He could smell water, and it wasn't too far away either!. He began running towards the sea and threw himself in with an almighty splash. "So refreshing he said quietly" Filling up his canister with the salty water he walked to the shore and noticed the docks. Looking back he tried to work out how far he'd travelled, it seemed a little odd to have some docks in the middle of nowhere. It was then he realised he hadn't travelled any distance at all (But I'm sure i started travelling west) he thought to himself. Pulling out his compass he tried to understand what had gone wrong and why he was on the east side of the trading camp. I guess fate wants me to go by boat then he said whilst shrugging.

That scent...
As he sat atop the ledge of a small house overlooking the docks, Tonnek had time to reflect upon the events of the previous week.
The destruction of the dark knights...
His flight from Endairon...
The boat ride and it's superstitious crew...
The scent of blood as he slaughtered every last one of the crewmen...

The fools had thought to destroy him when they found out he was a dark knight that bore the mark of the Cursed Ones. They had come in like a swarm of angry flies, boathooks and nets at the ready...
...and like flies they had fallen, crimson sprays of blood staining the mast and the deck, only to be washed away by the driving rains, the roar of the ocean drowning out the screams of the dying.
The ones that had time to scream were the lucky ones.

But what drew him to this particular part of the docks was the scent of potent blood, a tracking method of the dark knights, the scent of blood that only a warrior of a certain ability can possess. If his sources were correct then he and this warrior would have much to discuss, he had information locked away in his head that Tonnek must possess if his plan were to come to fruition.

His eyes were drawn to the group of figures at the edge of the dock, one making a large commotion amidst the sea, another cutting an imposing figure against the sun. Tonnek held the piece of ragged red cloth to his nose and checked the scent again " It would appear that you are easier to track than I had first thought, how fortunate for me" he whispered to himself.
Tonnek dropped from the house's ledge and began to advance the 200 meters towards the docks, it appeared his prey was preparing to leave, so he quickened his pace as the docks came into view. He now stood a mere 10 meters from the warrior with one eye and decided to stop concealing his prescence as he took another step towards the warrior cloaked in red...

Katrea turned before thinking as the dark man walked this way. He placed his hand on the stone sword on his back and looked serious.

"Hey there"

This man was odd his eyes blue as a calm ocean but penetrating like a hawk looking at its prey. Was this man hunting Katrea like a hawk would a rabbit."

"You stare with such intensity stranger, do you want something from me."

Katrea asserted the situation and there was nowhere really to run if it called for it but there was no field disadvantage for him. The fisherman in the large boat realised a fight might start and quickly pushed off to sea. But the man with Katreas bag looked like he was more interested in the fight than scared which was good cuz he had Katreas things. katrea didn’t like this at all, the smell of blood was in the sea air and he had this drunk man he had to make sure wasn't hurt.

"Well sir. What is it you want?"