Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-39280634-20200410190658

Close to a forest, on a small road full of dirt, rocks and pebbles, barely passed over by travelers, walks an unremarkable young man, on an errand given to him by a close friend.

He was a young man, with short brown hair and blue eyes, in his late twenties. He wore a blue-grey tunic over a white satin shirt and a leather belt over all that, dark cotton pants and brown leather boots. And on his back he wore an improvised backpack made of leather and half full of various supplies of need: food, water, some spare clothes, bandages, some medical ointment and medicine and a small bag with money: over a dozen coper coins and four silver coins. Finaly, there was a lantern dangling by the side of the backpack in case of darkness.

He was on a trip to find a few rare items that are not readily available where his friends live so he must travel rather far as they are bound at home by their work. Not really such a problem... if it weren't for this horrid "demon" named 'anxiety', gnawing at his nerves; he never traveled this far in his life - aside for the 'anomaly' that brought him on this realm, that is.

He followed the Kikimora's directions to the best of his abilities and remained steadfast, taking safe routes and constantly checking the map to the point of obsession, alongside a smaller peace of paper, likely the errand list. Yet the trip seemed obscenely long and he is becoming more and more anxious.

"Good lord this is a long-ass trip. How freakin' longer 'till I get there ? Let's see: passed the big fields, passed the hills, passed the bridge over the river, passed that other town with the miners and got a wagon ride from there, then walked around that mountain and now... I'm here, near this forrest. And I need to get to... damnit, I keep forgetting the town's name. I can't even read it from the map right: Les...tie ? Whatever, someone should know better, unless they are either stumped like me or crooks. Man, and I still got some 'shopping' to do. Right now, I should be-huh ? Wha- ?"

Lance suddenly stops his ramblings for a moment when he witnesses an incredible sight: a large metal like creature, flying in the sky, accompanied by smaller flying "objects", circling above a certain area, not extremely far from him. He reacts with outmost shock, never having seen anything like that before, and ttying to keep his voice as low as possible.

"What the fuck is that ?! Is that a fucking chrome-dragon ?! Holy shit !". He promptly hides behind some nearby tall shrubery in a fit of partial panic, in hopes of not being spotted; he was prepared to fight wild beast and occasionaly push off the odd stubborn Mamono away, but this is something unprecedent. He wasn't sure what it was capable of. He keeps rambling to himself to keep focus. "Fucking hell, this road was supposed to be safe ! Who built that thing ?! Sheesh, get a grip, Lance. You faced uglier things before, this is nothing. Just hope it doesn't nuke the forrest in fire or something. Maybe it'll go away soon, and then you can leave. Hopefuly you can warn someone of it."

He takes a peek from behind the shrubery, only to see the metalic dragon circling the same area, over and over. "What the hell is it doing ? It looks like... it's looking for something. But what ? Shit, something's happening here and it can't be good. I-I think... it's something bad... It-It always is... Wait, what are those smaller things flying next to it ? They look... they look like birds... made of wood ? The hell ? Oh shi-some of those are getting close ! Get ready, Lance..."

As he fears he might be found soon, he prepares himself, droping his packpack on the ground and materialising the 'alien' armor of muscle and bone around his right arm, readying it for a swift strike, should it be needed...