Lore prepared all the necessary materials he knew he'd need and setting aside some luxury items he'd like to bring.
Knock, knock!
The door creaked open a servant woman approached. "Master Lore, the Sir would like me to inform you that he'll only be providing you fifteen gold pieces, and a steady horse." The woman spoke with a slight sneer, as if happy Lore would be gone.
Lore's jaw dropped for a moment before he returned to packing with a different mindset. He packed extra essential items, dried food, and two extra water pouches on top of the one he wore on his waist.
Layer that evening, all of Lore's belongings were packed, and Lore could be seen readying a house with a fine leather saddle. From a balcony stood Koba and Rita, watching out over the city, and talking about Lore's future at the City of Towers, and beyond. "Do you really think he could become that strong?" Rita had a contemplative look on her face as she spoke. "I do. Truly, Rita, I believe that boy- young man, could even shape our counties very future. I want to see him reach the top". As Koba said this he turned and made his way indoors.
Lore said his goodbyes to the local guards, and other warriors who lived in Adobis. Titus, a veteran guard was to also accompany Lore to his destination, and act as his guide, and ally.
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Twilight had gone and passed, and now the moon was rising high in the sky. Lore, and his new companion Titus. Titus stands tall at about six feet and two inches tall. He is a shaggy dirty blonde with a rough scraggly beard. One eye was faded with a scar torn across it.
Lore and Titus could be seen traveling down the road in the mild night breeze.
Clop clop clop
The melodious and drowning sounds of the horses hooves lent for Lore to find himself lost in thought, unable to even hear the clopping of his horse. Titus spoke aloud of former glory stories as Lore just stated off in thought. Neither one of them wanted to make camp until they had exhausted themselves, and so the rode well into the night, and all of the next day. That evening they made camp, and rested under the starry Internium sky. The star that shone in the Internia sky shone like little diamonds, and other gems. Red, green, blue, indigo, and so on, there were stars of all sorts of colors.
As the fire raged between Lore and Titus, they conversed and reminisced on past memories.
Before long they laid out their sleeping mats and laid their heads down. The City of Towers is a coastal city, and so the journey could take upwards of two months.
The following day a thin fog hung in the air as Lore and Titus followed the Electri road that ran from east to south connecting the major cities together.
The pair were actually galloping down the road trying to cover as much ground as possible.
Day in and day out the pair galloped down the road and rested on the side of the road, or in an inn when they could.
A month later they were nearly two-thirds of the way there, but on this particular day Lore and Titus felt a shift in the atmosphere around them.
The forest quieted, and the traffic of people disappeared. From farther down the road thirty-something bandits rushed out from behind the tree line.
Word had spread of two noble looking gentlemen traveling down the Electri Road and it was already fairly common to see a bandit attack at any given time. However, the volume of bandits still felt off to Lore.
Lore and Titus dismounted their horses and slapped their rears sending them off to the side. Lore drew one sword and readied himself to engage in an all out brawl. Titus drew a large Warhammer from his back that sparked with lightning.
Crack! Squish!
Titus swung his hammer and brought it against a bandits head. The splitting of his skull, and the splattering of his brain rang out.
Lore sprang forward, and swung his swu5ord from head to toe, and without fail one bandit c⁵ould be s⁵een split in half.
Blood dripped and pooled at Lore's feet. More bandits yelled and charged at the pair. Titus enchanted his boots with Lightning Magic, and increased his speed by a ridiculous amount. He looked like monster swinging his hammer. Wherever he swung death followed. Lore's sword moved quickly and precisely as he swung non-stop either decapitating,, or splitting them in twane.