It has been around 2 weeks since I had begun my journey to Norway and it was boring. There was barely anything around, I hadn't seen a single winter spirit, the Basilisk was hidden away in some cave I don't know probably and there are literally like 0 villages and nobody is out hunting either.
It's genuinely hell. Plus my hair is starting to feel the effects of no shampoo.
Had to shave a lot of it off. Honestly this isn't what I thought it would be. I thought that every few days I would be experiencing a battle like with Luka, even if I was up against weaker competition.
It's still worth the peace and quiet though, mainly because I'm sure to deal with 'them' when I get to any village I come across.
As I continued my walk I wondered to myself, considering the fact that I might be in a world of mythos, am I purely in a world that Swiss mythos exist or am is this a compound of all of them. How do deities work in that regard, do Sól and Helios share duties driving their chariots across the world or is mythology wrong in the regard that they drive chariots across the world.
I want to see that, I want to see the Gods, interact with them find out what made them, do they embody their concepts or are they just an extension of it.
I have so many questions for them. I hope their not dick heads. That would make it a whole lot harder for me to interact with them.
As I walk through the clearing I notice a little camp of people or was it a gathering. I don't know, but I could see just how friendly they seemed to be, pristine white clothing with golden accents. What the accents were I couldn't really tell.
Standing of in the distance, I was really conflicted about this because this was a massive stretch of plains. I couldn't really hide, nor am I sure about their standing and strength. I couldn't really judge everybody on Luka's standard, he's about as mythical as it gets. I doubt there's many on his level, perhaps even among God's.
As the seconds passed I kept staring at them, and before I eventually decided that it might be worth the trouble to talk to these 'priests'.
No way I'd be discriminated against for my skin, I'm literally hundreds of years before slavery. Discrimination can't be that bad these days, Luka wasn't racist and he was about as white as his skin suggested.
After psyching myself up I put back my weapons and instead keep HP by my side, I was assuming that these guys were apart of the supernatural if they weren't they're in for a surprise.
I walked towards the group hands in the air to seem as little of a threat as I could be. As I got closer I watch them all turn to me. Hostile looks against me rose among them.
"I think that's him." The tallest one says, tapping his . As fast as the warning came I stopped in my tracks. I stop a good distance away from them doing my best to assess them over. I end up counting 5 of them.
I wouldn't be able to tell them apart from each other if the height difference wasn't so pronounced, as all of them had a uniform outfit on, a white tunic on covered in what seemed to be drawings. Not sure what the feeling was but I could feel the same warm feeling that was emitting from the Luka Bomb. So I'm assuming its safe to believe that they're about supernatural. Noticing that I did my best to get ready to order HP if anything went down.
"I was just about wondering if the envoy's were never going to come." An old raspy voice struck my ears through the silence. As I watch the group the shortest walks forward.
As he continues walking we end up standing right in front of each other. "I'm surprised Ramses even sent an important figure of his own to this an unknown place." His face barely reaching my chest I notice his eyes, moreso his pupil. It was shaped as a star, a bright blue Star.
"It's a pleasure to meet you shaman Dahlia. We of Camelot, have awaited your arrival for 2 days now. " His calm voice ran through my head. How soothing.
"It's just as much a pleasure to meet you. Though Ramses had not told me who I would meet. I hope it wouldn't be a bother to ask for your names." I say reaching my hand out to shake his hand.
The old man reaches out to me and gives me a firm grip. Tighter than an old man should have. " Ah, yes. I wouldn't want to keep Ramses' shaman waiting now." The way he spoke started to become less soothing as I saw his eyes trail to the spot I had told HP to hide in.
"Well, Ramses wouldn't want to send an incompetent person to represent himself now would he." I say as I maintain eye contact with the man. I can kind of infer he has sometype of analysis ability or maybe he is a mythed man whom could see all.
I really hope not.
"I suppose he would not, now come let me introduce you to the churches Crusaders." He says as he turns and starts walking back to the group.
As I walk closer with the older man, I take note of all the "Crusaders" eyes. These guys are probably from the Christian church. Assuming this, I can kind off tell what these guys purpose is. They're missionaries.
They also all had black eyes. Considering the time period I would've assumed
"Hey there, sorry if I gave you guys a scare. I just wasn't too sure if you were the people I was supposed to meet in this meadow." I say as I now stand just ahead of them.
"Oh that's okay!" I hear a bubbly voice spring and then I notice one of the group stepped forward.
"We actually weren't too sure who you were ourselves. Only grandpa knows ." She says as she turns and does a 'Jazz hands' gesture as she grabs the old man's shoulder.
Ignoring her antics the old man starts the introductions taking off his hood. " I am Bishop Tetanus of God's church. I am pleased to make your acquaintances." He says and just after he finishes the girls voices springs to life once more.
"I am Cierra, priest in training for the God's church. I hope we can be good friends." She says her line, giving a toothy grin. The next in line says their lines.
"I am Micha."
"I am Serenity."
"I am Reinhard."
All three hadn't taken off their hoods , but they didn't really have to. I was way too focused on the Tetanus and Cierra. Those two felt like heaters up close. I can assume their the strongest.
Incomparable to the Luka Bomb but still pretty heated.
Before my introduction, I take in Tetanus and Cierras features once more.
Tetanus, your stereo typical old man. Wrinkly in the face, a full grey beard that looked dirty, beautiul deep blue eyes that seemed to contain all of the world within them and M-patterned baldness. He was short and stubby barely reaching my chest even though I'm 5 foot 6 inches.
Cierra however was the complete opposite, she had lush golden hair that made me question the existence of shampoo, in contrast her eyes were a pure dead black, lacking any sign of water. Her skin shone. Like literally it was shining.
"I'm Dahlia Tal Ramsey Jr. named after my father, Ramses Ramsey II. I form part of his loyal band of Shamans and am to succeed the throne after he comes to pass." I say adding a little bos at the end. "It's a pleasure to meet with God's envoy's."
"Well then Dahlia, introductions are nice and all but now that we have found you we have to make our way to Mienshaf. There is where you will meet up with Cardinal Arthur. He is to give you your living area in Diutisc." As he finished his words I watch the three turn around and begin to pack up the camping site.
Measuring how crazy this could be, I really wanted to go see what Norway was like. After hearing him say Diutisc, my whole thought process changed. I get the chance to exist in the German Kingdom. I get a chance to see the Holy Roman Empire itself. Count me in . Even if for only for a few months.
After a few hours I was sitting on the back of a magic chariot. That they had shrinked down. They had me riding in my chariot with Reinhard while the others were in their own. Which left me more than enough time to gather my plan of action.
1. If I see any slaves I might have to get HP to swallow the whole damn city alive. There probably won't be any blood so I'll be good.
2. Try and find some good food.
3. Meet up with the cardinal dude.
4. Head back up to Norway and fast this time.
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I'll drop another chapter soon(Tommorow 1.5 K words like this one.) I've been swamped with procrastination.
It's mostly just world building and me not knowing how a conversation should go