Avalon/Roleplay Section/Revan/Chapter III
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Chapter III
The blade was complete but when Ares arrived Hephaestus panics and replies:
“Uh… No Ares, your sword is not finished yet. Return tomorrow for I shall surely have it done.”
Hephaestus feared submitting the blade to Ares. It wasn’t really made of the finest metals around. It was crafted with lead with the intent to snap on first use and make Ares look like a fool as the gods watch. With that said, Ares whips his horses and rides off. Hephaestus sighs and looks at the blade.
“I couldn’t give this blade to Ares… He’ll snap the blade and then snap my legs like hay.”
Hephaestus becomes enraged about this. He roars at the top of his lungs and hurls the blade through the volcano top. The volcano pours fire into the sky. The world seems to be blocked off from all of heaven as the flames claim every bit of the sky. The blade is mixed with the molten metal while airborne and becomes as strong as ever.
Hephaestus sits in his volcano and wipes a tear from his eye. He picks up a chunk of metal and begins to work on Ares’ real sword.
Revan and Hector finally make it to the Avalon main base. Revan yells to the gate keeper. The gate keeper opens the base and the two heroes ride their horses inside. They make their way to the kings lair and open the door. There, in the room, stands a king in full royal armor with his hands resting on a sword that stands upright in front of him.
“What be your business here?”
Hector replies:
“Hello sir, me and my friend here come from many miles away in search to serve a new realm. We hope to serve under your divine realm you have constructed. Could you help us get situated here?”
The king looks with an uncertain face.
“Well now, you certainly would want me to help you out here. Give you a little insight about my realm. Especially if you be a spy!”
Revan replies:
“No sir, I am as loyal to your realm as a dog is to his master.”
“Yes, well, my realm is like the Iron Maiden. And you know what we do with trash like you?”
“No, you can’t be serious!”
The king smiles.
“We give them a barrel of ale and a tour around the place! Ahahaha!”
The king gives the two a little time to wind down.
“The name’s Rolland, king of Avalon, but everyone else here calls me Grim Reaper.”
Hector asks:
“Why do they call you that?”
“Because whenever I tell recruits that joke they faint or try to run away. But since you two have the stomach for a joke like that I think you’ll fit nicely here.”
Grim Reaper shows the two heroes around the base; Introducing them to all the troop leaders and presenting them with the tents where they will sleep.
The next day, Revan is woken up by a bugler. It was just about midnight and Revan, only having a few hours of sleep, walks blusteringly to the bugler. He wrenches the bugle from the bugler’s hands and bends it with his own hands to a coiled up piece of scrap metal. Revan goes back to his tent to sleep some more.
Grim Reaper stands in front of all the tents and yells to the other side of the world.
“WWWWWAAAAAKKKKEEE UUUUPP!!!”
Revan is thrown from his slumber and jolts to stand up only to wreck his tent. As he is getting his boots on he says:
“Whoever just woke me from my sleep again will experience what it‘s like to be the one gutted in a butcher‘s shop!”
As Revan opens his tent he sees the king looking at him with a stern face.
“Uh… Sorry about that sir. I’m not a morning person. The bugler nearly lost his head!”
“That’s your majesty to you, noble Revan. So how was your first day as an Avalonian?”
“Fine, I guess…”
“Good, we have a battle scheduled not to far off from here. Now go get ready.”
“At this time??”
“Of course, How do you think we’ll be pushing them back to their fort? See, our battle is scheduled close to our base so if we leave early we can cover more ground and meet them much further away from our base. Hopefully we can reach them at their fort and take them by surprise.”
Revan cheerfully goes back to his collapsed tent to collect his things. He was looking forward to this battle. He hadn’t been in one in a while. He collects his sword and such and makes his way to the mess hall. After breakfast the Avalonians quickly got ready for battle. The marshal of Avalon appointed Revan a unit of 20 infantry. Revan quickly collects his men and set off with the rest of the army that had begun it’s travels. He locates Hector and catches up with him.
“So I see you made friends with the bugler.” Said Hector.
“Ugh… That bugle would have been his head if I weren’t so peace loving.”
“You, peace loving?”
The two laugh.
Next: Chapter IV
