User blog:Nuka Kazan/A Fake Wolf: The Order's Threat (Part 2)

Four Days Prior...
"Don't move a muscle."

It was a rather uneventful day. The city was peaceful and willing to accept anyone who looks strong. If you look like you could serve their king and fight monsters, many merchants were willing to sell you anything for a reasonable price. Perhaps this was their way of buttering us foreigners up?

This continent was blanketed in a rather odd form of peace. Perhaps delusion is a better word. The confidence in their "Heroes" allowed the civilians to just live their lives without fear. At least, as long as they never left the walls of their city. Had they stepped outside, they may have seen the true nature of some of their "Heroes" and their false perceptions may break.

As the sun set, deep in the forest where I set up camp, the scent of steel and sweat surrounded the area. Many "Heroes" slowly surrounded my camp, ready to strike from behind the trees. They seemed rather confident in their attempt to ambush that they didn't realize I had already noticed them for a few minutes now. Remaining crouched at my tent, I started determining the best course of action wheb a quick rustle from behind interrupts my thinking. As did a voice.

Finally, something interesting to cap off the day...

"You're not from around here, clearly. What's your business in our city? Stirring up trouble?" His voice was calm, yet I could still hear the arrogance. For the brief moment I had turned my head to look back at him, I saw a flash of dirty blonde hair and steel blue eyes, just before his spear jutted forward to my jaw.

"I said, don't move a muscle..." he threatened as he used the side of the spear's tip to turn my head forward.

So you don't want your target to see your face, huh? With a annoyed sigh, I break my silence:

"I could ask you the same question, regarding you here in this forest..."

"Just keep you gaze forward, and stand up." he spat. I could feel the tip of the spear pressed against the back of my neck.

I slowly rise to my feet, making sure I don't accidentally make eye contact with any of the other I noticed behind the trees. The scent in the air informed me that the ambushers were slowly making there way closer. For some reason, there were many scents up ahead, but not many behind me. I made a mental note of that...

I can hear my attacker snicker as he inspects my person. After instructing me to raise my hands where he can see them, he began brushing aside my cloak with the tip of his spear to see what I happen to be carrying. The laughing stops as he noticed my blades sheated at my sides.

"Well, now... ...these are some interesting weapons. What kind of man wields such short blades? Why not a sword?"

"There's no need for a large weapon. None of my people needed something so large an unweildly--"

"Swords, Spears, Bows, these are the weapons of Heroes. Your blades, savage, are more suited for assassination. Who's your target?"

"Quick to assume, aren't you? You can assassinate a person with anything, can you not?" He didn't notice the slow shifting of my feet. Right foot back, both knees slightly bent, I already had a plan to make a move. Now, to wait for an opportunity...

"Grr... ...you're very well spoken for a savage... ...well, if you have no target, you have no need for those. Relinquish them."

I snapped my head back to glare at him for even saying such a thing, only for his spear to thrust at my back again.

"Hand them over, now, or I will run you through."

"... ... ..." I smirk. "Can you?"

The question caused the perfect reaction. His face twitched, his shoulder turned, his grip on the spear shifted... ...this hesitation was my opportunity.

I bent forward and used my feet's position to kick up like a wound spring. The resulting somersault led me away from the length of the spear while my feet kicked the spear away during the flip. As I land back down, I crouch and turn back to my would-be attacker. Seeing him off-balance, I take my chance and run past him. I remembered there weren't many people behind us both, so this was the perfect opportunity to dupe these men. I made sure they all saw which direction I went, and made enough noise to ensure they could follow.

"What the--AFTER HIM!!" the blonde man hollered. All the hiding soldier came out, rushing through the trees, trampling over my campsite and brandishing their weapons. The blonde watched them all run past him and into the distance. "Chase him down, and bring him back to me! I'll break that savage myself!"

With that, he turned to his hand and realized his spear was no longer there. His head snapped left and right to find it, and after a few seconds, noticed the weapon several yards away. His soldiers had unknowingly kicked it away as they ran by.

"Ugh. Idiots..." he muttered as he made his way to his spear. "Now, then--UWEEH?!"

I didn't really run far. Just far enough to hide and wait until he was isolated. And so, when he walked to his spear, I gave him a taste of his own medicine and caught him from behind. A quick swipe to his Achilles' tendon and he fell right to his side. He rolls to his back, and he sees me with blades in hand... ...which I then buried into his chest.

"Hmph. Some Hero you turned out to be... ..." were my last words to him as I retrieved my blades and ran off. It didn't take long for the other soldiers to realize I was back at the original spot and turned back to find their comrade down...

Present Day...
The cobalt knight, Nolte, was the one who found me three days after the incident with that blonde amatuer, Richter. Apparently, Nolte was a comrade of his, and when news of his old friend's death hit his ears, he immediately went on the hunt for the assailant. He found me while I was fishing in a river outside a neighboring town. He arrived with many soldiers, a carriage, and apparently, the power of arrest. After him telling me of the reason for my arrest, he adds that the soldiers were all here not to detain me, but to ensure that he didn't kill me before I saw the king.

Now, after this meeting with the king, I was escorted by Nolte and yet another extra knight to a church building. There, we met a preist who fashioned some legal paperwork to acknowledge me as an official member of the king's army.

"Can you read our language, my son?" the priest asks. His voice was rather gentle in contrast to his rugged appearance and his rather impressive beard.

"Of course."

"Splendid. Then please remember your new name, for on this day, you shall be reborn as a new man. A pure man."

I was to be baptized in the name of their Chief God, and according to this paperwork, I was to be renamed as "Nathan Hughs."

Hughs, huh? I assumed they wished to hammer in the fact that killed Hugh Richter...

"Leave us," the priest ordered Nolte and the other knight. "Nathan's initiation ceremony will soon begin..."

Nolte and the other knight made their way out of the church. They were outside the building for only a minute. That was all the time that passed before they heard the priest's scream.

That was all the time I needed.

When they undoubtedly made a mad dash down the halls and back to the church's main chamber, they didn't see me. All that was there was the priest, bleeding but not badly hurt. I just need a generous amount of blood to write something. I'm sure they can't read my language, but on that paperwork, I wrote down all I needed to say to these people: My Name is Nu-Ka Ka-Zan.

As I fled the city, I stopped at the gates to emphasize my victory. I gave them one last thing to remember me by: A howl of victory. A howl no mere human could replicate. The howl only a Black Fang knew. May my howl echo through the city and ring in the minds of its citizens like an earthquake. The Black Fang will not die here and will not be tamed by any God.

I may be alone, but I will maintain my clan's spirit alone for as long as I can...

As I Now Write...
It has been about a week since I escaped being forced into fighting for the king of this continent. The first few days had been rather unsettling, filled with many attempts from the king's soldiers to find me. They never saw me, but finding places to set up camp were nonetheless tricky.

Today, I write in a rather quiet village, yet a very surpising one. Apparently, there are places on this continent where Humans and Monsters can actually coexist. Even as I write this, I find it hard to believe. But I kid you not, the inn I decided to stay at is run by Monsters and Humans. The one at the front desk, if I recall, is a Lizardman, who looked like she wished to fight. However, she was on-duty and had to resist. But I'm more than willing to entertain the idea, as long as there is no dire consequences for losing...

Much to my amusement, she said I reminded her of a warrior she had heard of recently and wanted to challenge: a wanted man with the strength to slay Heroes and defy the Chief God. A man whose wanted poster I saw on the way to the inn, and is now crumpled up in my pocket.

It says: WANTED DEAD FOR TREASON- NATHAN HUGHS

Thankfully, their depiction of "Nathan's" face isn't entirely accurate. I don't recall having such a large, blocky chin~

Here's to hoping the next time I write, it shall be on lighter, more pleasant terms.

May the Spirit of the Wolf guide us always.

-Nu-Ka Ka-Zan