Spoiler (Move your mouse to the spoiler area to reveal the content) Show Spoiler Hide Spoiler Picture of Syn and Saito. For tendays they traversed the rolling hills of the summerset region, the misty peaks of the epitome mountain range and the rocky valley of stonehearth. They endured the frigid wind and thin air, the relentless storms and the constant horde of orcs hot on their trail. But after much difficulty and withstanding countless trials, both Saito and his apprentice Syn had found themselves looming their goal. The swamp region of myrewood, home to various settlements and innumerable beasts; the worst oul swamplands in hordes. As vipers they were charged with protecting the realms, exterminating all manner of monsters for a profit. Conceived through vile alchemy and dreadful sorcery they are known as unholy mutants to most. Enemies of the church and exiled from most cities, yet still they rise and defend the children of men from those whom wish to harvest them. It is a lonely life, promising great power but coming at a dire cost, freedom. As vipers they know no home, handful of friends, no family ties and are forbidden from falling in love or birthing offspring. Despite their stigma and their forlorn lifestyle, they carry about them a sense of unwavering resolve and pride. Standing there, on top of a high hill, they could see the land stretched out before them. The vast swamp and ghostly fog painted a picture of despair, yet a sense of awe. Awe that despite such hostile terrain, life thrived, and with it the infinite potential for hope and despair alike. With purpose in their stride the two vipers made their way down from the lonely hill, making their way west via the winding dirt road. As they walked down this lonesome path, a few merchant caravans passed them by, taking note of their scars, a sign of their unholy heritage they quickly averted their gaze. The act of disgust failed to affect either of the two vipers, they had developed a tolerance to such childish antics, and such was the price they paid. After traveling in silence for nearly an hour, the two found themselves entering Brookshire, a decent enough town known for its Calvary that patrol the swamp lands. It didn’t take long for the horse riders to meet the two strangers, spears brandished in hand as if to proclaim their authority and dominance over the land. Within minutes they circled around them, cutting off any escape as their battle harden eyes peered down at the lot. No doubt their strange attire, scars and demeanor told their story. Saito wore the long customary blacken robes of one of his rank, whilst Syn wore the revealing porcelain vest and baggy matching pants expected of an apprentice. “Halt!” They barked, their leader steering his strong steed ahead of his group. Its sleek muscles contorting under the influence of their combined weight, “What business do you strangers have in Myrewood?” He asked, his eyes narrowing as he began to weave their story for himself. “The roads are public last time I checked.” Replied Saito, his words as stern as ever, warranting him a harsh glare from their rugged leader. Things would have developed negatively if not for the interjection of Syn. “No need for the hostility…” Her words aimed as much toward Saito as it had been toward the Calvary unit. “We are vipers, contracted by the people of your fine town to aid in the extermination of the trolls…” Her calm demeanor proved invaluable, dismaying any doubts harbored toward them from the rugged man. For a monster Syn was quite beautiful, so much so that he had briefly doubted her tale. That was until his wandering, if not prying eyes drifted toward the hole above her bosom. Not even those deep cerulean eyes of her, or that long cascading golden hair could disguise the truth behind her unusual heritage. Clearing his throat the man quickly gathered his composure, though he wasn’t fond of the idea of using fiends to slay monsters. “I see a thousand pardons.” He promptly replied, giving his men a simple nod as they lowered their spears. Word had traveled across the four corners of the world regarding the gathering and alarming number of trolls. Entire towns are said to have been left in ruins, but it was not the trolls that lingered on Saito’s mind, nor on that of his apprentice. For they were merely the symptoms, triggered by an even more grandeur if not elusive foe, though such petty thoughts he kept to himself. Something was wrong with this land, a gut wrenching aroma lingered in the air, and not the unpleasant scent that is the swamp. For something unusual pulsated throughout the soil, the nature of which would later on prove beyond a reasonable doubt, terrifying. The willow trees cracked under a powerful gust, as the odor of swamp water hung heavy in the hot humid air. “Thank you.” Syn gracefully poised her words, following them with an eerily courteous bow. Saito remained firm and vigilant as they pressed into town. A few Calvary men escorted them pass the frail wooden walls. Though they would appear guest, in truth the purpose of this escort was to watch them, for they were more prisoners than guest. The once lively street had become a ghost town, as the locals fled into their homes. Having a viper was a bad omen to most, a sign that death was near, so the thought of two failed to sit well with most. Even now Syn could hear their whispers through boarded windows. A heavy sigh parted from her luscious lips, as their archers knotted, giving birth to a subtle if not amused grin. Syn loved how these humans hated her kind with a passion, but when it came to monster slaying, never once would they hesitate to contact them. Saito sensed the inner disposition within his new apprentice, casting a concerning frown she quickly brushed such thoughts from her ever wandering mind. “You may wait here…” One of the men stated, as they rode off toward the largest building in the town. In the town square, right outside of a shady looking bar they waited. Saito leaned against a nearby brick wall, as Syn preferred the shade of an aged willow tree, arms nuzzling against both of their abdomens. No doubt the mayor would take his time, and so they were forced to partake in their most hated aspect of their job….the waiting.