Blood Oath By Mr KrUzz
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March 8, 2017 at 8:25 am #973459Mr kruzzMember
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“Jeez, that thing’s fast.” Seamus is
barely able to deflect them all. He is
given no time to rest though as
Nuve has a massive supply of bolts
in a satchel on his side and a wire
bow string that re-draws itself every
time he clenches his fist.
“I really didn’t want to have to fight
you,” Nuve shouts over the sound of
his arrows clanging off of the sword.
“You could still let me go,” Seamus
“If only I could,” Nuve sighs.
The next bolt to hit the sword
explodes in a cloud of smoke,
knocking Seamus off his feet. “What
was that?” he coughs while rolling
behind a barrel to avoid another
slew of arrows.
“Some of these things are pretty
tricky,” Nuve informs him. “Those
ones you saw last night are meant
to set a whole building ablaze.
What do you suppose they’ll do to
your measly shelter?”
“Is that your only weapon?” Seamus
“I’ve never needed anything else.”
Nuve shrugs while preparing to
launch another volley.
“Good to know.” Seamus smirks.
Nuve’s arm suddenly jerks
downward at the ground,
accidentally launching one of the
flaming arrows. “What is this?”
Nuve asks while tugging on a long
silver wire coiled around his metal
appendage. It is holding him in
place, making it impossible to flee
from his own fire.
“Do you like it?” Seamus laughs.
“I’m still learning how it works.
You’re lucky you have that hunk of
metal. I had to feel that thing
scraping the skin off of my arm.”
“This is… Arma Scov,” Nuve
realizes. “Where did you get this?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Seamus is grinning ear to ear as he
stands up from behind his barrel.
“Are you willing to call this a draw
“Not by a long shot.” Nuve is
smiling as well. He folds the bow
back into his arm just as the wide
blade he showed them the night
before springs out. It can’t cut Arma
Scov but it stretches it far enough
for him to slip free. He also drops a
small pouch of powder from his
satchel onto the arrow still burning
in the ground. Seamus ducks behind
the barrel again as it explodes.
“Black powder,” Nuve informs him.
“Quite strong, isn’t it?”
“You take too much joy in your job,”
Seamus spits at him.
“I do, don’t I.” Nuve simply smiles
“Seamus!” Row shouts from the
cover of the overhanging roof of the
inn. What remains of their carriage
is still sitting underneath it in the
“I think it’s time for Arma Venture,”
Seamus shouts back.
“Arma what?” Nuve’s eyes widen as
Row tosses the antler wreath at
Seamus. He knows he can’t let this
already overpowered human touch
the deadly weapon. He tosses
another pouch of black powder at it
and shoots it with one of his flaming
arrows. Seamus’s hand explodes
along with the wreath, which
shatters into tiny pieces. “Try
piecing that back together,” Nuve
tries to remain smug but his fear
It is Seamus’s turn to stare with
wide eyes at the bloody stump that
was once his hand. “Maybe you
could use one of these,” Nuve taunts
him while waving his metal hand.
Slowly Seamus starts to pick the
pieces of antler out of his arm and
chest. Each one feels more painful
coming out than going in. Suddenly
the remaining shards start to sink
into his skin, causing him to bite his
tongue to keep from screaming in
agony. “What’s going on?” Nuve is
He and Row continue to watch from
a distance as what remains of Arma
Venture digs its way into Seamus’s
flesh. They can almost see the
bumps in his skin as it travels up
his arms and into his face. Seamus
grabs his head and screams as two
small horns poke out of his
forehead. “What in god’s name are
you?” Nuve’s arm falls limply at his
side as he stares in awe.
Seamus’s eyes start to glow silver
as the blood pouring from his stump
increases. Eventually it starts to
solidify. Finally it starts to morph
into the shape of a new hand. Nuve
draws a W across his chest with is
left index finger, a popular symbol
used when praying to the demigod
Wan. Slowly the horns protruding
from Seamus’s forehead retreat
back under his skin, allowing the
wounds they created to heal over as
Nuve is at an utter loss. “What has
become of the Golden Clairvoyant
and the Silver Shape Shifter?” he
“I am both of them,” Seamus
manages to answer despite being
hoarse from screaming.
“Blasphemy,” Nuve whispers.
“I am your god,” Seamus raises his
“Heresy.” Nuve shakes his head.
“You are a usurper. You have stolen
those powers. You are not a god;
you are a pretender. You are…”
“Enough!” Seamus shouts as his
eyes flare yellow. Nuve falls silent
immediately, completely transfixed.
“We are not your enemies, ghoul
hunter. You will not attack us
“Understood.” Nuve nods dizzily.
“I will be taking your horse,”
Seamus adds after a moment.
“No, not Adrial,” Nuve snaps out of
“What?” Seamus is too surprised to
“Adrial was a gift from a farmer I
once saved. I asked for his
daughter’s hand but he wouldn’t
hear of it. This was the only thing he
“What’s happening?” Seamus turns
to Row for answers as he always
“You’re not Lodar. You can’t control
Arma Venture the same way; not
mention it’s been shattered into a
dozen tiny pieces. You control other
people by dominating their mind
with your own. If his thoughts are
stronger than yours, then he’ll
“But thoughts of his horse?”
Seamus is skeptical.
“He must have strong feelings about
it.” Row shrugs. “Quick, try to lead
him away from the topic before…”
“You!” Nuve interrupts her. “What
did you do to me?”
“Easy now, ghoul hunter.” Seamus
raises his hands, trying to calm
“Wait a moment, why are we
fighting?” Nuve glances around at
the destruction they have caused in
the wake of their skirmish.
“Well…” Seamus tries to think of a
way to answer.
“We’re not enemies,” Nuve sputters.
“You aren’t ghouls.”
“I think some of what you said got
through to him,” Row shouts
“So you’re not trying to kill me
anymore?” Seamus confirms.
“Um, no.” Nuve stares at him like he
said something unbelievable.
“I can’t believe it.” Row laughs while
running out from her cover and
leaping into Seamus’s arms.
“Ouch,” he groans as he tries to hold
“Oh, sorry. Are you still hurting?”
“Changing my form does nothing for
the pain, unfortunately,” he answers.
“I’m actually left with a lot of
phantom feelings when it happens.”
“I’ll get you some ice and water,”
Row offers while leaping down to
the ground again.
“And what about you?” Seamus
turns his attention back to Nuve.
“I… I’ll be dealing with the ghouls
outside the village,” he answers in
an unsure tone.
“Good, that sounds good.” Seamus
nods approvingly. “I just need…
need a moment to rest.” He falls
face forward on the ground.
“Seamus!” Row shouts while
kneeling down next to him.
“Seamus, you’ve used too much
energy. I warned you about this.” He
seems unable to respond though.
“Come one, let’s get him up.” Nuve
lifts him up onto his shoulder. Row
stares at him in bewilderment. The
man who only a moment ago was
trying to destroy them is acting like
an ally. She can’t help but feel
extremely lucky that Seamus
managed to at least insert that one
thought into his head. It has
completely drained him though.
Despite having the power of two
gods inside him, he is barely able to
even access the potential they hold.
Wan’s power to heal any wound is
useless if it almost kills him in the
Nuve is sitting alone at the bar of
the inn, trying to wrap his head
around the fight he just had with
Seamus. With Arma Venture forcing
him to believe they are not enemies,
everything he figured out about Row
has been suppressed. He does not
even remember that she is a
bloodsucker. “Another round?” the
innkeeper asks while hovering a
bottle of mead over his empty
“No, I’m done.” Nuve turns the mug
upside-down. He has only just
turned sixteen and has not been old
enough to drink for very long. He is
not used to it at all.
“So… I can’t help but notice that my
two special guests are still here.”
The innkeeper points at the ceiling.
Presumably Seamus’s and Row’s
room is directly above them.
“And?” Nuve stares at him blankly.
“Well… I just thought… weren’t you
going to handle them for us?” The
innkeeper stares at him in
“Why would I do that?” Nuve is
unable to recall anything due to
Arma Venture’s control.
“Never mind then.” The innkeeper
raises his hands innocently. He can
tell that something has happened
and he has no intention of sticking
his nose in any deeper. “It’s a good
thing I sent a summons to Wan
though, isn’t it?” he laughs while
rubbing his nose proudly.
“You what?” Nuve leaps to his feet,
letting his stool fall backwards.
“Yeah, I didn’t just send for a ghoul
hunter. No, no, I sent for the real
deal. A letter should have arrived at
the Dust Pail Pub just about the
same time you got yours.”
“But, but, but,” Nuve sputters at him
stupidly. Arma Venture is blocking
his memory but he is almost
positive Wan will not be able to
answer the summons.
“He should be arriving any second
now.” The innkeeper peeks out his
front window to check the street.
“Ah, speak of the devil.” He pulls the
curtain aside to reveal a tall and
slender figure tethering his horse to
the post outside the inn. “Welcome,
my lord.” He bows to the man as he
“Evening,” the man responds in a
deep authoritative voice. “Is this the
village of Quess?”
“It sure is.” The innkeeper pulls out
a new stool for him to sit. “You
must be the demigod Wan; it’s a
pleasure to meet you.” He tries to
shake the man’s hand.
“He’s not,” Nuve whispers.
“No, I’m afraid not.” The man
shakes his head solemnly. “I am
known as Husk, the Bronze
“Where is Wan?” Nuve interrupts
“I don’t know,” he admits. “We the
nine have had no contact with him
in over five years. He has failed to
answer any summons and has not
made contact with any of us. All five
of his most trusted vassals have
disappeared as well. We fear the
“I see.” Nuve stares down at his
“Regardless, it’s been a while.”
Husk slaps him on the back. “What
have you been up to, boy?”
“I have a name, you know,” Nuve
“I know, I know. It’s, umm… what
was it again?” Husk averts his eyes
“It’s Nuve,” the hunter loses his
patience. “We met in Palinthia
almost five years ago.”
“Yeah, but you were only a boy,”
Husk defends himself. “I honestly
thought you’d have become a
vassal of another demigod by now,
“I tried,” Nuve sighs. “I really did.”
“I can see that.” Husk frowns at his
metal arm. “I’m really sorry.”
“I don’t need your pity,” Nuve
grumbles. “I need answers; where’s
“Like I said, he’s been quiet for far
too long. I’ve been keeping an eye
on this area in his stead. For that
matter, I noticed an unusual amount
of ghouls in the forest when I
arrived. They seem to be planning
something. Are you sure this town is
“No, no it’s not,” the innkeeper
interrupts them. “We’ve been
attacked by spirits and
bloodsuckers and ghouls night after
night. It’s horrible. You need to help
us, Mr. Husk, I beg of you.”
“If you can afford the protection fee,
then I’m all yours.” Husk grins at
him kindly. He is a tall man with a
slender yet not scrawny frame. His
beard is short and dark as is his hair
and his skin is rough and pink. He
looks like a weathered soldier of
“We don’t need you,” Nuve mutters
while flipping his tanker over again.
“What was that?” Husk cups his ear.
“I’ve got it handled. I don’t need
your help,” Nuve answers.
“Either way, I think I’ll stick around
for the night, just in case.” Husk
pats his shoulder condescendingly.
He does not seem to trust Nuve in
“Do as you like.” Nuve stands to
leave the bar, spinning around on
his heels and stomping up the stairs
to his room.
“What’s wrong with him?” the
innkeeper asks while crossing his
arms in annoyance.
“His father was turned into a ghoul
when he was ten,” Husk answers
calmly, startling the innkeeper.
“I didn’t realize…”
“He didn’t see him again for a whole
year while he survived in the
woods,” Husk continues. “When he
returned to Palinthia, he attacked
and killed the boy’s mother. Wan
and I killed the creature right in front
“Wow.” The innkeeper’s eyes are
wide with awe. “That’s not
something any child should ever
have to see.”
“No it’s not,” Husk agrees. “He’s
strong though. Rather than being
upset, he channeled his sadness
into resolve. He began to train with
the intention of becoming a vassal
of Wan one day.”
“Wan? Why not you?” the innkeeper
“Because I wouldn’t have him,”
Husk sighs. “It’s nothing personal. I
don’t have any vassals anymore.”
“Why not?” The innkeeper is
completely absorbed in his story.
“They kept dying and leaving me
behind,” Husk admits. A look of guilt
spreads across the innkeeper’s face.
“I work better alone,” Husk assures
him. “I don’t need unreliable people
getting in my way.” He is obviously
masking his regret with harsh
The innkeeper does not say anything
though. He has already done
enough harm by drudging up these
memories of Husk’s. “Have
whatever you want, on the house,”
“Thank you.” Husk manages
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