Avalon/Roleplay Section/Revan/Chapter II
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Chapter II
Back on Earth, at the small ship sailing in the ocean, land has been spotted.
"Land Ho!"
The Hero looks in the direction the man was pointing. There was indeed land. An Island named Beluaterra, large enough for the gods themselves. As it got closer the Hero could see houses and a dock. Even closer he could see people. Then the boat arrived at the dock. The docks were crowded with people. The Hero departs the ship once docked. Right as the Hero steps off a man approaches him and says:
“Hey Revan, have you your land legs yet?”
“Hello there Hector. I shouldn’t say I have my land legs yet; I just got off. And you, how was your arrival?”
“Spectacular; I already got me a girl! You were right when you chose to come to come to Beluaterra.”
“Ah, yes… Well shall we head to the nearest bar, Hector?”
“No, I suggest we get situated with a realm. What d’you think sounds better: Avalon or Luz de Bia?”
“Avalon by far.”
“Just as I thought. Then it’s Luz de Bia we’ll be at war with. Let’s go find some horses and be on our way.”
Revan and Hector spot a horse vendor and purchase a horse for each of them. At first they race their horses to make good time but eventually slow to a strode through the terrain. Revan begins to speak:
"How do you think Luz de Bia came about that odd name?"
"I don't know, I think it's one of them colony realms, from a continent far away."
Revan ponders for a second.
“So when we get to Avalon, what’s the first thing your gonna say?”
“Why’s that? Are you afraid I might say something wrong?”
“Well, I certainly don’t want to make bad first impressions. The troop leaders in my first realm didn’t exactly like me after the first week. I didn’t like them either so when their realm fell I ratted them out on the recovery plans and fled before they could catch me for the treason. So that’s why I am asking.”
“Hmm… I think the first thing I’ll tell the Avalon leader is how untrustworthy of a person you are, how you ratted your own realm before, and how you killed that young cripple girl.”
“Hey I never killed a…”
Hector replies with a smirk on his face. Soon after Revan begins to chuckle a bit.
“Hector, I think Hermes travels on your side of the dirt.”
“Hehe, hey I know you’r a good man. I probably would have done the same thing you did if I were in your boots.”
Revan turns to the terrain. It was around the time that Demeter gets her visiting rights with Persephone and the grass had turned a luscious green color that you could almost taste the beauty of it. Revan spots a shiny patch sunk in the grass. As they get closer to it the shiny piece takes shape of a dead, rotting human corpse still wearing its shining armor. Soon after they spot many, many more shiny pieces peaking out of the grass. Revan thinks for a moment and asks:
“Hey Hector, how bad do you think this war between Avalon and luz de Bia is?”
“Not sure, but I did see ‘War’ written at least 50 times on the bulletin board near the docks. Along with many propaganda statements about one another. One I particularly like: ‘Help Avalon with its war effort and kill some luz de bian soldiers.’”
“Hmm. Strange…”
Revan and Hector pick up the pace with their travels. They cut through a small forest and as they exited the small forest they could see a battle take place in the distance. Two masses of humans, one on the right colored red and one on the left colored blue. There lies a man on a horse wielding the flag of Avalon on the right and on the left a man that also wields a flag but of luz de Bia. The masses charge at each other and fight. Revan and Hector watch the battle climax and fall to the last few men. It was a remarkable battle that ended with Avalon as the winner.
Not too far off from Beluaterra there lay another island with a volcano that towers above the ocean. Hephaestus found this his home since none of the other gods would accept him. While he works on some metal object in his home he can’t help but think of all that he has been misfortuned with.
“Look at me… the son of Zeus and no better than a mere mortal. I work and work for those fools but one glance at my misshaped self and it explains everything. I am just a tool to them…”
He continues to work on his piece of metal. It was supposed to be a sword for Ares made of the finest metals with tantalizing engravings on it.
“That Ares… A man who holds his ego so high but never stops to realize how far his brain has sunk…”
He holds the sword up and looks at it to spot any flaws in it’s craftsmanship.
“I will show his stupidity and cowardness to all the gods… And I shall laugh. All of heaven will laugh at him with this blade.”
The sword was a work of art. Something incredible and too beautiful for mortals. For if they caught light of this blade they would burst to flames like the furnace that forged blades like this before.
Ares arrives at the volcano Hephaestus was working in. Ares yells out to him:
“Hephaestus, Have you my blade yet?”
Next: Chapter III
