The large figure kept to the shadows as he approached the battle grounds. Having just awoken, he was still sleepy. He did not want to disturb those that were training so hard. He could hear sounds that suggested sparring was already in progress. As he drew closer, he could see sparks fly, and birds flee the area. The figure did not have his gear on, nor his two Gladius at hand, but he felt safe none the less. He ducked just in time as a shard of ice whizzed past his head. He took note of the direction of battle, and stayed clear of it. He heard the familiar taunts of his great leader, Lord Baron Carloseus, and the war cries of his mentor, the Noble Samurai Thasador. The figure knew both warriors could sense his presence, but they did not react. He slipped past the cheering ASSASSINS Winston and Sofawall, and continued onwards to his paradise; Darkjays Tavern. He pushed open the heavy wooden door with ease and went inside.
The light inside the tavern was dim. There were few around. The familiar sights and smells delighted the figure, who was no longer shadowed, and revealed his true form. Tall and athletic, with short dark hair, he looked much older than he was, plagued by the scars of battle. Some barbarian heritages flowed through him, but were not prominent or obvious to the eye. He approached the bar and waited patiently. "Jarhead, im suprised your back here so soon after losing that bet!". Darkjay stood up from searching under the bar. "Well, i didnt want to be a stranger", replied Jarhead. He pointed to his favourite barrel of ale, to which Darkjay quickly responded and poured him a tall glass of the amber liquid. All of a sudden, the tavern door burst open and in marched Elfed Lied and his men of HELLSING. They were roudy and proud, having just slain countless demons in the valley just outside the citadel. Darkjay turned to Jarhead and muttered, "I best be serving this lot now, we shall speak later". Jarhead quickly finished his beer and bowed to Darkjay and Lord Elfen, and left.
Jarhead marched back the way he had came. As he neared the Training Grounds again, he noticed there were even more people present. Thasador was standing atop a large pillar, adressing his legion. Jarhead didnt want to interrupt such important training, so he decided to exit the citadel and take another route. As soon as he left the gates, fear set over him. He did not have his armor, or either of his Gladius, he was unsafe. He picked up pace, and rounded a corner. Infront of him was at least a dozen carver bodies. He examined one of the devilish corpses, and noticed the familiar bolts of Sofawalls crossbows protruding out of the skull. He laughed, and continued on his short journey. Just as he reached the end of the trail of bodies, he heard the snarl of a foe. He turned to see a stray carver advancing towards him. Without time to think, he tackled the demon, and out of instinct began wailing upon its head. When he realised what had happened, he stared down at the mess he had created. He slowly got to his feet, wiped his hands free of the impurities and continued, feeling slightly disturbed.
Jarhead arrived back at his quarters, and headed straight for his cupboard. After fitting his plated armor and fixing his two enchanted gladius to their hilts, relief set over him. With his gear on, he felt unstoppable, untouchable. He heard a knock at the door, and opened it hastily. He was late for training. A messenger stood before him. "Legionaire Jarhead, you have been summoned by Lord Baron Carloseus to appear at the SICK Castle. You must proceed there right away". Jarhead nodded and gave the messenger a small handful of gold for his troubles. The walk to the castle was rather short. As he approached the doors, he felt a rumble, and a giant of a man with an axe the size of a small child came out the doors. The hulking mass was no stranger to Jarhead. It was Ajax, the mysterious Barbarian of SLAYERS. He nodded at Jarhead, and they shook hands. Ajax had taught Jarhead alot about his past; having being raised in the Arcane forest by a tribe of Barbarians. They grunted, not needing words to express their mateship. Jarhead slipped inside the huge doors just before they closed. Lord Baron Carloseus stood before him, fully attired and equipped with his massive swords. "On one knee, Jarhead". Jarhead felt the familiar touch of a sword on his shoulder, much the same as when he was inducted into SICK and SLAYERS. Carloseus continued his speech. "It is with great honor that I promote you from the rank of legionaire, to the rank of Decurion. Congratulations." Jarhead was taken aback, it was all so sudden and unexpected. A smile crept over the face of the great leader of SLAYERS. "Come on, lets go to The Tavern of Jay for a couple of rounds. I hear Elfen and his men are finished".
The large figure kept to the shadows as he approached the battle grounds. Having just awoken, he was still sleepy. He did not want to disturb those that were training so hard. He could hear sounds that suggested sparring was already in progress. As he drew closer, he could see sparks fly, and birds flee the area. The figure did not have his gear on, nor his two Gladius at hand, but he felt safe none the less. He ducked just in time as a shard of ice whizzed past his head. He took note of the direction of battle, and stayed clear of it. He heard the familiar taunts of his great leader, Lord Baron Carloseus, and the war cries of his mentor, the Noble Samurai Thasador. The figure knew both warriors could sense his presence, but they did not react. He slipped past the cheering ASSASSINS Winston and Sofawall, and continued onwards to his paradise; Darkjays Tavern. He pushed open the heavy wooden door with ease and went inside.
The light inside the tavern was dim. There were few around. The familiar sights and smells delighted the figure, who was no longer shadowed, and revealed his true form. Tall and athletic, with short dark hair, he looked much older than he was, plagued by the scars of battle. Some barbarian heritages flowed through him, but were not prominent or obvious to the eye. He approached the bar and waited patiently. "Jarhead, im suprised your back here so soon after losing that bet!". Darkjay stood up from searching under the bar. "Well, i didnt want to be a stranger", replied Jarhead. He pointed to his favourite barrel of ale, to which Darkjay quickly responded and poured him a tall glass of the amber liquid. All of a sudden, the tavern door burst open and in marched Elfed Lied and his men of HELLSING. They were roudy and proud, having just slain countless demons in the valley just outside the citadel. Darkjay turned to Jarhead and muttered, "I best be serving this lot now, we shall speak later". Jarhead quickly finished his beer and bowed to Darkjay and Lord Elfen, and left.
Jarhead marched back the way he had came. As he neared the Training Grounds again, he noticed there were even more people present. Thasador was standing atop a large pillar, adressing his legion. Jarhead didnt want to interrupt such important training, so he decided to exit the citadel and take another route. As soon as he left the gates, fear set over him. He did not have his armor, or either of his Gladius, he was unsafe. He picked up pace, and rounded a corner. Infront of him was at least a dozen carver bodies. He examined one of the devilish corpses, and noticed the familiar bolts of Sofawalls crossbows protruding out of the skull. He laughed, and continued on his short journey. Just as he reached the end of the trail of bodies, he heard the snarl of a foe. He turned to see a stray carver advancing towards him. Without time to think, he tackled the demon, and out of instinct began wailing upon its head. When he realised what had happened, he stared down at the mess he had created. He slowly got to his feet, wiped his hands free of the impurities and continued, feeling slightly disturbed.
Jarhead arrived back at his quarters, and headed straight for his cupboard. After fitting his plated armor and fixing his two enchanted gladius to their hilts, relief set over him. With his gear on, he felt unstoppable, untouchable. He heard a knock at the door, and opened it hastily. He was late for training. A messenger stood before him. "Legionaire Jarhead, you have been summoned by Lord Baron Carloseus to appear at the SICK Castle. You must proceed there right away". Jarhead nodded and gave the messenger a small handful of gold for his troubles. The walk to the castle was rather short. As he approached the doors, he felt a rumble, and a giant of a man with an axe the size of a small child came out the doors. The hulking mass was no stranger to Jarhead. It was Ajax, the mysterious Barbarian of SLAYERS. He nodded at Jarhead, and they shook hands. Ajax had taught Jarhead alot about his past; having being raised in the Arcane forest by a tribe of Barbarians. They grunted, not needing words to express their mateship. Jarhead slipped inside the huge doors just before they closed. Lord Baron Carloseus stood before him, fully attired and equipped with his massive swords. "On one knee, Jarhead". Jarhead felt the familiar touch of a sword on his shoulder, much the same as when he was inducted into SICK and SLAYERS. Carloseus continued his speech. "It is with great honor that I promote you from the rank of legionaire, to the rank of Decurion. Congratulations." Jarhead was taken aback, it was all so sudden and unexpected. A smile crept over the face of the great leader of SLAYERS. "Come on, lets go to The Tavern of Jay for a couple of rounds. I hear Elfen and his men are finished".