So yeah, the idea here is that I post this storything, and then you guys continue it. Let's see how this goes.
Edit : Revised the first part.
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..."Follow me, this is something very important you must see." he spoke in a raspy, harsh voice. The man was dressed in black robes and his face is covered in a veil of unnaturally dark shadow. An eye glowed brightly through his facial veil, casting an imposing glare at everything that catches its attention. The man extended his right arm out of the dark sleeves of his robes, it was gnarly and covered in scars which told a tale of a thousand battles.
"Are you coming?" The man inquired. Aoiga felt his body weaken under the glare of the man in front of him, leaving just enough energy in him to slowly nod. He hesitantly reached out and grabbed hold of the mysterious man's gnarly hand. As he did so, a gust of wind envelopped them and they were immediately whisked away to a dark room.
A dank foul smell of decay quickly assaulted Aoiga's senses, they appear to be in a dark room constructed out of marble. Small windows to the right filter rays of daylight into the room. Aoiga noticed several faint-shimmering pools of liquid on the floors and several stalls to his left. There's a door to his front from which a cacophony of boisterous talk and the occational yell of cheer emanated. "Where are we?" Aoiga asked.
"Toilet, ever neen in one?" Aoiga opened his mouth in surprise, about to utter a sound in response to the man's cutting remark, but was cut off. "The people in here have never heard of, much less seen magic performed by humans. It is best to be discreet. You wouldn't want to cause a scene in a public tavern, do you?"
Aoiga nodded in agreement as he was led out of the dank, dark toilet through the front door and into the hustle and bustle on the other side. He was immediately greeted by the most amazing sight that had ever seen ; Imps, ogres, dwarves and goblins all sitting around in round tables, drinking root ale, having conversations and small talk in English and strange tongues he could not recognize. Some of them are playing a card game with shimmering rune-imprinted cards, some are showing off their strength with arm-wrestling matches, some watched and cheered the arm wrestlers tossing money into the betting pool and some are flirting with the female members of their races, some of which Aoiga found to be slightly attractive. A couple of humans can be found amongst the menagerie.
"Nice place isn't it?" The man asked Aoiga in a jocular tone. "Welcome to the Mystics' Tavern, a popular hangout of magical creatures and non-magical ogres alike, but this isn't what we came here for. Follow me." He made a beckoning hand gesture and led Aoiga to the liquor bar where a bouncy imp is serving the customers and giving orders to voluptious goblin barmaids in a surprisingly loud voice.
"Jordi! What a nice surprise to see you here! I have acquired this most ingenious loaded deck over here, guaranteed to give winning odds to the dealer and it completely undetectable!" The imp bartender greeted the man in a jovial, wry voice. "This is a one of a kind, this shady dude sold it to me for ten thousand gald. Hefty price but after one round, it was all recouped. They suspected it's loaded but..." The elf snickered mischievously. "...they got nothing!"
"Woodrow, I already told you I am through with dark magic!" Jordi barked harshly, his eye flashing a dangerous shade of red for a split second. "Besides, I have some really important business to take care of. I'm looking for a Joan."
"Oh..her?" Woodrow the imp asked with a raised eyebrow "She's in room 612 with a human and this freak that keeps turning into a panda after a couple of drinks. I suggest you knock before you enter incase there's any action going on." Woodrow winked at Jordi. "I tell ya, just one look at her and I needed to apply soft potion to my lil' bro." Jordi groaned at the imp's last remark.
"Allright, so Joan, Axe and Jason the panda. I'll talk to you later! Can you prepare a dozen ethers, an assortment of potions, antidotes and a flask of sweet ginger ale to go? I'll be back to collect them in a few moments" Jordi tossed a bag of money in the counter in front of Woodrow. "There's 50 clerians and 23 gald in it, keep the change."
"Allright thanks, pal!" Woodrow grinned widely at the bag of silvery and golden coins he quickly opened and emptied into a jewel encrusted box. "Say...what's this filly doing here with you?"
"I'm not a girl, you freak!" Aoiga replied hotly.
Jordi ignored Aoiga's outburst and replied. "It's strictly confidential business, nothing personal of course. I just can't risk this info being heard by the wrong sort."
Jordi got up and led Aoiga to a flight of wooden stairs to the left. The stairs lead downward to cavernous corridors with portraits of imps young and old decorating the walls. Aoiga assumed that they are of Woodrow's family and ancestors and ran the bar before him. A question ran though his mind what is Joan, Jason and Axe doing here, of all places, and why are they here? Is this where they've been all these months since the last adventure? Aoiga voiced his questions to Jordi to which he relaxed his pace and began his reply.
"I might as well tell you now to save time. You see...lately your friends have discovered pieces of diamond crystals shaped like lenses in deep mountain caves at the outskirts of the land of the mystics. They seem to create images of magic-invoking ancient runes when light is passed through it."
"Okay, and that concerns us how?" Aoiga asked.
"I'll get to it...okay, so they came to this conclusion that there must be an ancient civilization to be unearthed. Being explorers and adventurers, they did what is second nature to them. So they bought digging tools and explored nearby caves and gathered more lenses. They went through various taverns asking around if they know what those runes meant but none could answer their questions. It was then that I started to feel a magical presence. I tried to track down the source but so far, I have had no luck."
"So they became careless and got your attention?"
"In a way, yes. It had attracted the bad crowd too. One day, they crossed paths with a dark mage who is curious and wanted the lens for his own questionable purposes. He paid them handsomely and took a handful of lens in his hand which promptly burnt the skin of his hand off. Joan's gang quickly fled the scene in fear of facing his wrath. The dark mage took off after them, but it seemed that the lens also absorbed most of his powers, rendering him weak and helpless. He died quickly from shock."
"Wait, dark mages? Aren't they supposed to like try to take over the world?"
"Supposedly, yes...but you see, their power have corrupted them utterly with petty greed and stripped them of their ambition. Those that have the ambition are too weak to take on the task of world domiation. Hence they make a living out of peddling enchanted objects to help people perform acts of mischief. Like a loaded deck, thief mantles and thief's candles."
"Like the guy whom Woodrow mentioned?"
"Yes, now back to the story...I arrived at the tavern where all that happened minutes later. While I missed your friends once again, I was given the opportunity to finally meet them. You see...the tavern regulars are so afraid of meeting the same fate as the dark wizard that they wouldn't go anywhere near the lenses. I picked up the lenses and was greeted to the last few minutes of the dark wizard's life which gave me information on what they look like and their names. I eventually tracked them down introduced myself and they told me the story which I am not telling you."
"Okay, that still doesn't explain why it has anything to do with me."
"I'm getting there, be patient." Jordi continued. "...so I told them that I could lend my magical abilities to them in their pseudo-archaeological dig and they took me in quite readily. One day, we unearthed a lance with a bright orange jewel in it and a curved blade with a sapphire gem embedded in it. The sapphire gem seems to react violently to everyone who tried to hold it, except for Joan. It screamed her name whenever anyone else tried to handle it, guess what the orange sword did?"
"It screamed my name? But why?" Aoiga asked uneasily.
"Not really." Jordi replied, "It accepted Jason, but let me explain the rest. The swords seemed to be sentinent, as Joan claimed that it spoke to her. It spoke about a disaster that looms ever closer and threatens to destroy the world as we know it. Also, it mentioned something about revenge of an ancient foe that she and her gang had fought before and that she's chosen to stop that disaster from happening once again. I think that it's safe to assume that you as well as a few more are chosen to avert this disaster as well."
"You mean there's more?"
"That's what Joan's sword, who named itself Esuna Aeres, had said. That is all." Jordi concluded his story.
Aoiga grimaced, the prospect of fighting an old foe once again mere months after defeating him is too much. "Ark4Elle..." was all he could mutter. Jordi's eyes narrowed and flashed red at Aoiga's mention of the name.
Minutes passed in silence as they walked past more stairs and corridors, which are now made out of carved stone. Neither spoke a word during the rest of the trip. This went on until they reached room 621.
Jordi pressed his palm onto the handle of the door which glowed white. The handle made clicking noises and the door unlocked itself. He twisted the knob, opened the door and was promptly greeted by a skid-marked pair of undies to the face...
