World Seed

"This is the head ranger of Lyr, Master Ynir. Jeren and i got to talking about you and when we were getting ready to leave he asked to come along to meet you..." Sera paused as she turned to introduce him but was met with empty s.p.a.ce. Looking down Master Ynir was on all fours staring at Rin and Ren in wonder.

"What wonderful magic! Sera tells me your undead hold on to their ident.i.ty even after death. Is this true?" Master Ynir crawled closer, causing Ren to take an attack posture while Rin snuck away behind Aerwyn"s leg to avoid the odd characters gaze.

"...Yes?" Aerwyn was dumbfounded at the sight of such a prominent member of elven society chasing around his brexil cats on the floor like a curious toddler. Jeren rolled his eyes and spoke.

"Forgive my cousin Aerwyn, he was dropped on his head as a child many, many times."

"OI! Is that any way to speak to a head ranger!" Master Ynir yelled out but continued to chase Ren and Rin around Aerwyn"s legs.

"Pfft, sure "head ranger". You are the product of nepotism and a lack of better options in Lyr after your father retired." Jeren mocked.

They argued back and forth for a bit and Aerwyn sensing another verbal bout starting, decided to continue with his answer to Master Ynir"s question.

"They keep their free will for the most part, but they listen to my orders. They see me as a leader of sorts but it"s different with each undead, at least that"s what Tylin believes."

"How many do you have?" Master Ynir asked.

"Right now... I believe nearly three hundred. I have another two hundred goblins stored that i plan to bring back when i recover my strength a bit."

"Would you be willing to help out Lyr with our jakku problem?" Master Ynir finally stood up and put on a much more professional appearance.

"Jakku are like birds Aerwyn. They"re pests that eat anything and can destroy crops overnight." Sera sensed his confusion and explained. Jeren walked by him and whispered in his ear.

"If you agree, make sure the cheapskate pays you."

"OI! I heard that!" Master Ynir howled.

"Sure, i don"t mind. Truth be told, i was feeling bored lately anyway. Is there a blacksmith in Lyr?"

"Of course! Lyr has it all! It"s a great place to live if you ever get tired of living in these ruins."

"Shameless..." Jeren grabbed his face and nodded his head.

The fact that Lyr had a blacksmith had Aerwyn excited. He had many more goblins than he currently had weapons and Marik could only produce about thirty spears a week so having another blacksmith working on it would be a great help. Unfortunately he didn"t have much to trade at the moment.

He wanted to hold on to the golden circlet and make a deal with Marik for it if possible. So all he to trade was about two hundred mana cores, the few chunks of ore, and a handful of raw gemstones. He would no doubt get mana cores from the jakku but Sera had told him that they were D Grade cores which weren"t all that expensive.

The next morning Aerwyn said his farewells to Sera and Jeren before leaving Ardin with Master Ynir. He took Erit, Jinn, and Velk with him along with the spiders. If he was going to be hunting bird-like creatures then the goblins would be fairly useless so he left them working on the city projects under Bon"s supervision.

They traveled south along the river the entire day, occasionally making chit chat here and there. The group only stopped to make camp when it was well into the night. Aerwyn was curious as to where they were so he lit his eyes aflame and looked around. He recognized the mountain nearby as the place he had exited the underground with Erit.

The following morning the traveled along the river for another hour before reaching the ferry crossing. The ferryman appeared to see Erit first and believing it was an attack, began to hastily untie the small boat from the dock to flee. Master Ynir quickly darted over to comfort the elf and explain the situation.

Aerwyn ignored them and looked to the wooden palisades of Lyr across the river. The village of Lyr apparently didn"t have an overabundance of stone like Setrhyn did and as far as he could tell from this distance, it looked like all the buildings inside were made of wood as well. After Master Ynir calmed the ferryman down and he turned to Aerwyn with a helpless look.

"The hobgoblins will fit in the boat but the spiders..."

"It"s fine, they can swim across." Aerwyn jumped off Erit"s back with Rin and Ren before ordering Erit to take the spiders across the river.

Once inside of Lyr, Master Ynir took him on a tour of the village. It was much smaller than Setrhyn and all of the buildings were in the same peculiar shape that he had never seen before. They looked like a horn on its side or a triangular cornucopia. They were large too, appearing as though dozens of people lived in each one.

Aerwyn was about to ask about the design choice when an elf in black robes walked by in the distance and caught his eyes. He was looking at a scroll as he walked and took a quick glance toward the commotion Erit was causing before returning his gaze once more to the scroll. The elf took another step and froze, casting a stunned gaze back over to the giant abyssal spider.

However the elf"s eyes weren"t locked onto Erit, it was the purple flames in her eyes that bore the brunt of his stare.
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"Master, that creepy elf won"t stop staring at this little spiders beautiful eyes." Erit used her voice magic but Aerwyn could tell by the tone of her voice she was obviously annoyed.

"If i had to guess, i"d say that"s Lyr"s necromancer. Just put up with it for now, it appears all necromancers are just like Tylin..." Aerwyn sighed.

"Which elf are you.. Oh... Yeah that"d be Nyris, Lyr"s resident necromancer." Master Ynir tried to match Aerwyn"s gaze and sighed as well when he found the elf they were talking about.

Nyris looked young, just like Master Ynir and his skin was an extremely pale shade of blueish grey. He had long white hair that fell straight down past his shoulders and a skinnier frame than even Aerwyn. It was the first time Aerwyn had met someone skinnier than him and it brought a huge boost to his ego, especially since he had been putting on weight lately.

Nyris approached them while still in a state of shock and wonder as his eyes danced from Erit to Velk, continuing along all of his undead before landing on Aerwyn atop the giant spider.

"Master Ynir, w-who is this?" Nyris"s voice wasn"t unpleasant but it wasn"t easy on the ears either.

"This is Aerwyn, the rangers of Setrhyn found him not too long ago and helped him recover from his wounds. He took the Ruins of Ardin as his home and lives there now."

"How?" Nyris asked.

"How what, elf. Speak properly when you address my master." Erit spoke harshly frightening the necromancer who had never seen an undead speak before.

"It"s fine Erit, I a.s.sume you"re asking about my undead. The short answer is i don"t know, nor did Tylin, the necromancer in Setrhyn."

"They... They can speak too?" Nyris seemed lost as everything he had learned about necromancy seemed to fly out the window.

"They retain their souls and free will after i bring them back but only those who had the ability to use language before their death can speak. Velk say hi."

"...Hi..." Velk grunted out in a creepy voice.

The necromancer then proceeded to bombard Aerwyn with questions until Master Ynir finally calmed him down. Aerwyn didn"t see any harm in it so he explained a bit about his power and what he had learned thus far. Nyris insisted on joining him on the jakku hunt, claiming to want to see the process Aerwyn used.

Aerwyn didn"t think he"d be able to tell him anything new about his power that Tylin hadn"t already said but it was still worth the shot on the off chance Nyris noticed something Tylin missed. He decided to hold off going to the blacksmith until he got more mana cores and instead ate some lunch with Master Ynir and Nyris as they updated him on the happenings of Lyr.