Lady the Wanderer, "Prologue"

Two human men sat outside the Kingdom of Haroldyn, surrounding a campfire.

 

"Nice night, eh?" the first man uttered, gazing up at the night sky, which shined a bright shade of violet.

 

"Sure is", the second man followed, a pouch of black beans in the center of his dust-covered mitt. He used the other hand to scratch the neck of his beard before looking back down towards the man across from him to say: "Ever wonder why there's no crime here?"

 

"Odd question, but uh... No, not really. Hadn't come to mind. Ain't it just the royal guards doing the protection?"

 

"Partially. Word on the street says there's a vigilante doing the hard work."

 

"Vigilante, huh? Weren't those outlawed after uh... Sh#t, what was that guy's name?"

 

"Valentine" the second man answered.

 

"Valentine, right. Amadeus Valentine..."

 

"Yeah. Anyway, what was I saying? Right... Illegal vigilante. Skilled enough they can break the rules. Killed everybody who tried to stop 'em or something."

 

"Damn. Wouldn't wanna run into that guy."

 

"No kidding." He poured a handful of beans down his throat after responding. "Hell, I hear they're the son-of-a-b#tch behind what happened to Balgor."

 

"Hold on, lemme get this straight. Some illegal phony f#cking killed Balgor?"

 

"Apparently. If the rumors are true, that is."

 

"Holy hell..."

 

"That's what I said... And I hear she uses his sword..."

 

"'She'?"

 

"Oh, I didn't mention? The village says her name is 'Lady Algoroth'."

 

Abruptly, both of the men heard something to their left. A rustling in some shrubs, perhaps. They turned to face it. Unknown to the two, a skeletal figure was quietly leaping down from some rock before strutting eerily towards them from behind. A long, silver blade stuck from the opening of their dark brown cloak.

 

"...Boo."

 

~Madam Web

 

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