Memories of Irselnort - Saicreed - Us Saphire

[saicreed 10]

He has slain every villain that threaten the land of Godgorrath and its people. It was now time for him to take the ship.

 

The ship swayed, evading the huge blocks of ice as it moved away from Godgorrath. The large land that he knew looked as large as a pea in the wide ocean. He noticed that the ship was not swaying anymore. The ice has disappeared. The sea is growing warm.

 

Saicreed took his gaze to the white birds that the sailors identify to him as seagulls. It was an eye cure for him from the black crows that flocked the sky of Godgorrath. "Arinar sure is huge," he said to himself.

 

Then a sailor on top of the sail rang the bell and shouted "Irselnort!"

 

The ship docked. It is now time for him to pack up and leave. He carried his staff that he got before leaving Godgorrath. The sound his foot made on the ship's wooden floor was the saddest thing he had heard. He doesn't know why. The sailors unpacked the furs from the ship and wished him luck. Saicreed once more looked at the ship before facing his back to it.

 

The monsters on Irselnort are tougher. His heal was very useful for him and others. He was grateful for any help he could offer on anyone he met.

 

Back in Puma's Village he won't forget his first war.

 

He heard the horns of war and saw the forces of Legion march. He followed them towards lands he has not yet reach to the steppes. He knew he wouldn't be of any help so he decided to be a scout. Scouting a place he hadn't been before was hard. He fled all the monsters chasing him and tried not to encounter them at all for he was too weak to face them.

 

His vision turned red when he saw the army of the Sentinels march over him. Saicreed wouldn't forget that. He couldn't do anything to stop it and the worst he was too late to report the arrival of the enemies.

 

He woke up next to the respawn statue he has bound his soul to. Breathing heavily he rushed towards Scout's Camp with all haste. They must defend it or the Legion will fall. He found himself standing together amongst the strongest warriors of the Legion. For a moment he felt that he was strong too. They failed that time even if they did everything they could. It was an event they must forget, but to Saicreed he will remember it.

 

He managed to grew strong and now facing the last trials to be worthy to be called a son of Berengar. He was at the Camp of Legion that time when a rogue approached him and ask why he doesn't have a guild yet when he was a pretty strong shaman. Saicreed just smiled on him, he didn't answer.

 

He remembered it was a long time when he had joined a guild. He left his previous guilds because he was still weak to offer them help. He would even leave gold and items in their guild storage before leaving.

 

The rogue asked if he wants to join in his guild. It was the first time a guild leader asked him that. He has doubts at first but for some reason he said yes.

 

Little did he know that time that the guild "DeepImpact" the guild he had joined that time would have a deep impact within him. Many will see him bear the guild's title under his name to maps yet unreached, dungeons yet to open and times yet to come. His story will not end as long as Arinar is there.

 

 

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