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This is a crossover fiction which adds elements of The Gamer into the Warhammer Universe. While i have tried to blend the lore as best as possible, it is still game mechanics in the Warhammer universe, so if that is to much of a lore breaker for you to enjoy the story, stop here and find another story.
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"I see you, you pointy eared bastard! Get over here!"
I sighed as I heard our small town's mayor calling out to me with a loud bellow, by the lady that man could yell. I was about to enter the general store, but it seemed I wasn't quick enough to get out of his line of sight. I resisted the urge to grumble as I slowly made my way down the packed dirt road. He was standing in front of his "manor" as he liked to call it. A two story wood building built in the center of the town, though he called it a manor, I knew now that it was nothing compared to a real manor house.
While it might be the largest building I had ever personally seen, I knew from the stories the knights passing through had told me that the capital cities in Bretonnia were much grander. I smirked at the memories, me sitting at the campfire of a group of traveling knights as they told their stories of grand cities and grail quests.
"What?" I didn't really feel the need to be polite here, the mayor had hated me ever since I was a small child. Best I could figure he just didn't like having an elf in his village, I had tried when I was younger to get on his good side, but the attempts had only made things worse.
"Watch your tone elf, I don't have the patience to deal with your shit today."
I looked him over, he did seem more pale than his usual chalky self. His was still as short and rotunda as ever, though why he felt he could eat so much when half the town nearly starves every winter is beyond me. His greasy, nearly gone, black hair was slicked over as usual and his faded mud brown eyes just as angry and unfocused.
"Now listen here, we had an agreement and you better damn well stick to it." His boney figure gabs into my chest as he talks, I had heard this all before so I was half tempted to tune the man out. "You reach your maturity tomorrow, so that means you better be gone from Jouinard before tomorrow night falls, or I will just have to run you out. Do you understand?"
If he knew just how close I was to pummeling him into the ground right now he'd have taken for the hills. As it stood though, there wasn't much left to say to the man. Yes, I knew had to leave. Yes, I knew this would be the last time I ever slept under that roof. Yes, I knew I would have to leave the family that raised me behind because this single bigoted asshole.
"I understand"
He smiled at me, and it reminded me of pig happily rolling in its own shit. The mayor quickly turned and walked into his "manor", a jolly whistle following with him.
I might have really struck him then, but the reality of it all kept me to numb to even lift my voice to curse him, let alone my fist to strike him. I was leaving, and I already knew if I tried anything get back at him, it would just me life on my family all the more difficult when I was gone.
"Their life is going to be hard enough without the extra help."
I turned and walked back to the general store, I still had a few things I needed buy before I headed back home. The usual smells of dust and salted meat greeted me as I enter the store.
"Daemon, how is the day?"
I smiled at the old man, Eamon had been running the shop for as long as anyone in the town could remember. His deeply grey hair, kind eyes, and warm smile were a welcome sight after my confrontation with the mayor. "Not the best day I've had Eamon, but at least it's not the worst."
Eamon simply nodded his head at my statement, like most of the town he was aware of the mayor's decision. He was one of the few who had taken his problems with it directly to the man, though it hadn't done any good, it was still a gesture that made me proud to call the man a friend.
"What about you Eamon, your son still planning on sending one of your grand kids here to run the shop?" His brow rose at the question.
"You calling me old?"
"Only when you're compared to dirt" He let out a barking laugh that quickly turned into a coughing fit. Eamon was a good man, but he was near his seventieth year, no matter how young he was on the inside his body simply couldn't keep up any longer.
He let out a sigh as his coughing subsided and his breathing slowed enough from him to catch his breath. He eased himself down into a chair he kept behind the counter, until a week ago I had spent most of my days working here. I could remember when he never needed to sit down at all, now he spends most of his time during the day like that.
"Where is my brother?" Randle had taken over for me here, I had spent the better part of last week getting him used to the role. He was supposed to be doing my old job, which generally meant making sure Eamon didn't keel-over from lifting anything heavier than a cup of tea or a mug of ale.
"Now don't go getting all frazzled, I had him deliver a package to the mill. He'll be back in a few minutes with the way that scamp fritters about."
I had to smile at the description, Roland fit the definition of "scamp" rather well. His gold blond hair was normally only seen as the after image of him, holding still was never his strong point. He was thirteen now, so whatever time he didn't spend here working he spent training with the local militia. He couldn't formally serve with them, outside of times of crisis, until he reached eighteen, but the training could be started anywhere from thirteen on up. His deep blue eyes always seemed to shine whenever he told us about what he had done in training that day. He wanted to be a knight, to go on grail quests and fight monsters.
When I told him he'd have to start as a foot soldier because we were all considered peasants, it had not had the effect I had hoped for. I thought it would make him look for a safer trade, a smith or merchant maybe, but he had only puffed up his chest and proudly proclaimed he could do it. None of us had had the heart to try and stop him after that.
"Alright, well I was just stopping by to get the last of my pay and grab a decent pair of shoes for the walk….wherever I'm going." Eamon narrowed his eyes at the last part, he hadn't liked any mention of my leaving. He'd told me often enough his thoughts on the mayor, and most of those thoughts included words I would think twice about repeating in polite company.
"Here we go" Eamon handed me a small sack of what looked like twice what it should be, there was an amused glint in his old steel colored eyes, he knew I'd see the difference, and he was daring me to mention it anyway. Eamon had done it before, cutting into the stores profits when one of the families was struggling especially hard. I would have lost one of my sisters a few years back to stomach rot if the medicine hadn't "mysteriously" appeared on our doorstep.
I was here the next day offering to work off the cost of it, but Eamon wouldn't hear of it. "What medicine?" he had said, but I could see the same challenge in his eyes then as there was now. I must have been shivering back then in my thin, worn down clothes, because the next thing I knew I was sitting in front of his fire drinking tea so warm it nearly burnt my tongue. I had left the shop that day with a job that had payed enough to feed my family until our father got back from his job guarding the trade caravans that traveled to and from the lands in the Empire.
"Thank you, Eamon." I knew enough not to fight Eamon over one of his random acts of kindness, though I couldn't help but wonder how many people in the town really owe this kind old man their lives.
"Just what you earn little sprite, just what you earned."
I had to laugh and shook my head at the ridicules nickname, he had been using it for me whenever he felt the need to tease his oft fumbling helper. He was probably the only one outside of my family that could get away with the elf jokes.
"As far as the letter to my son goes, well I had an idea about the actually." He had that smile again, he had some scheme going on and I was about to become a part of it.
"Alright old man, what are you planning this time?" I shoved the small sack of coins into my pocket and crossed my arms over my chest. "And I have no intention of delivering another of those….letters, to widow Aldridge. What want a date, go ask her yourself." I made the mistake of reading one of them once when I got curious about all the letters…I couldn't look either of them in the eyes for the next month without blushing. Eamon, of course, finding my reactions priceless, started sending me with the letters more often. Eventually I said I wouldn't do it anymore, I was blushing so madly at the time that Eamon had laughed himself to tears.
"Well, since you don't have any plans for where to go once you leave here." I could see the smirk on his lips and could already see where this was going.
"You want me to deliver it to him?"
"Exactly!" He was grinning in his smug satisfaction. "He lives with his family running our shop in the Imperial Capital of Altdorf. Just take the letter to him and he'll send a messenger with his response. Who knows, he might even have an opening as a clerk or something."
Ah, so that was what this was about. Oh Eamon, always trying to fix the world's problems. I felt the small gentle smile slip across my face, I don't know about the job part of this, but if Eamon was asking for a favor, he had it.
"Alright Eamon, you got yourself a delivery boy."
He cackled like some villain in one of Annabeth's fairy tales, the cheerful gleam in his eyes acted as a stark contrast. "Thank you Daemon, stop by before you leave town and ill have the letter and a good pair of boots for you as payment for making the trip. I nodded in agreement, waving over my shoulder as I turned and left the shop.
The sun had nearly set by the time I left Eamon's shop, I quickly started making my way home. The trip didn't take more than a few minutes, Jouinard was relatively small. The town consisted of a few lines of houses built up around the intersection of Axe Bite Pass and the main road connecting the various towns and duchy capitals the lined the mountainous board between Bretonnia and the Empire. We were mostly as layover for traders about to enter the Axe Bite Pass, or those preparing to make the journey and couldn't wait until they reached the boarder fort of Helmgart.
My small home came into sight and I had to bite back a laugh at the scene going on in front of it, Annabeth and Meryl were chasing around our old dog with a what looked to be a bonnet. I wish I could say this was the first time this had happened, but the old mutt could be difficult to catch when he wanted to be, which always seemed to be when the girls came at him with some piece or another of clothing surely not meant for a dog. He looked over from the girls to me, his tail sagged in a sign of what I could only imagine was relief as he bolt from the corner they were trying to box him into and behind my legs.
"Alright girls, I think Odis has had enough torture for today." The girls pouted, Annabeth put on the oversized bonnet before running over after Meryl and each taking one of my hands. They started walking me toward the house with a suspiciously happy skip in their step. When one of the girls was usually this happy, they were about to try and get on over on one of their brothers. You would think with the limited space and few spare resources they'd have run out of prank material by now, if only.
The girls were twins, born only a few minutes apart, and ever since then they had never been more than a few feet from one another. Annabeth looked so much like our mother that it was uncanny, sandy blonde hair and forest green eyes. Both she and Meryl had dimples that always appeared with their ever present smiles, Meryl was the only one with freckles however. Meryl took more after our father though, her blonde hair was much like Roland's, bright and deep like gold. They'd both be heart breakers in a few years, I couldn't but regret wouldn't be here to scare the wits out of the local boys whose parents had warned them about the "savage" wood elves.
Although the stories had helped with those prone to intimidate themselves, apparently fewer traders were willing to try and rip off my family members when they had an elf standing behind them. I wasn't what most would call physically intimidating, I knew I was overly tall and on the scrawny side, but there were other things they were afraid of. Mostly that I might know magic, since everyone seemed to think that every elf could use magic the more superstitious of the towns folk had always given me a clear birth, if they found out I didn't know the first thing about magic they'd probably feel themselves fools.
It didn't make for the greatest of childhoods, but my adopted parents had made sure to keep me busy helping take care of the new additions they had kept adding to the family. My brother and the twins, along with my job at Eamon's, had been more than enough to keep me busy from the last thirteen years.
"Surely traveling couldn't be more difficult than Roland at puberty."
I shuddered at the memory, I was almost glad for the militia training, it was a much better out let than him trying to chase around the millers daughter. Less prone to getting an axe swung at you as well, at least most days.
We walked through the door to the small timber house and I was greeted by the sights of colored bits of cloth made into streamers and what looked to be a freshly baked cake. I was a bit stunned at the sight honestly, baking something like a cake in our little outdoor iron oven was very difficult. My mother stood behind the cake with a broad smile and my brother next to her, his clothes covered in small bits of dust and flaks of mud.
"Happy Birthday Daemon!"
They all yelled as soon as I had cleared the doorway, the girls let go of my hands and skittered over to the table. Their impish grins telling me all I needed to know of their roles in this, my escorts to make sure I came in instead of taking a walk through the woods. It was a habit I had developed for relaxing after hard days, I may not have been raised in the Athel Loren, but the small bit of woods near here always felt like they knew when I needed them.
"A trap I see" I walk toward the girls without stretched hands, when I tried to make a grab for them they ran off squealing sharply and laughing, hiding behind our mothers skirt and sticking out their lounges. I stuck out my own back I heard my brother cough to cover his laugh, though my mother merely look at me with a raised brow. I coughed to clear my throat and straightened up, smiling I said "Thank you every one."
My brother and sisters smiled in return and held their head high in pride that they had gotten the surprise off without me catching wind. This explains why Eamon looked so amused when I asked where Roland was. My mother simply smiled back to me and motioned for us all to sit. Neither her nor our father had ever been much for saying anything that didn't need to be said. I would like to say that made for a quiet and subdued household, but between me and my siblings there wasn't much in the way of quiet or tranquility really.
I sat down as the rest of my family moved to do the same, when we were all seated I picked up the knife next to the cake and cut the slices for the people around the table. The kids set to the pieces with a hunger, I could understand why. Even with the wages I made at Eamon's and the money dad brought back from his guard jobs, feeding and clothing a family of five, and at times six, was never an easy feat. Our mother tailored clothes for the town when she had the time, but she mostly raised us on her own, so having free time was a luxury she was never afforded.
We made it by mostly unscathed, the close call with Annabeth was the closest poverty had ever come to killing any of us. My pay at shop from then on had balanced things out, another reason I was glad Roland had taken it over. Even though we had made it through these last few years without a problem, food in the house was still scarce at times and something like a baked cake was an extremely rare occurrence. No matter the hardships of it all though, there were still plenty of families in the town that lost children or elderly every winter to starvation, and at times even the cold.
"So how did it go at Eamon's?"
I looked up to see my brother, his conspiratorial smile growing once again as he finished his second piece of cake. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing Eamon had played his role so well.
"Well enough, I got the last of my pay, which Eamon just couldn't help himself but to add extra onto. Then asked me if I would take a letter to his son in Altdorf when I left tomorrow, said he'd through in the boots I needed as payment for the errand." I saw my sisters slump at the mention of me leaving, they'd always been attached to me, when we had told them last month that I would have to be leaving for a while, it had taken hours for the crying to stop. I had had to promise to write as often as possible, and visit as much as I could before they'd as much as look at me again.
Roland had taken it much better, yes he was sad that his big brother was leaving him alone in house almost always filled his nothing but girls, but to him it all sounded like a grand adventure. He had spent the last month telling me all of the places from the stories he had gotten out of the militia members, his expectations for my journey ranged everywhere from becoming a mercenary, marring a princess, and maybe even becoming a king. I started to tune out the suggestions somewhere around the princess comment, I knew when fighting back against his raging optimism was a point endeavor
My mother looked me over before giving me a sad smile, "I'm glad you finally have a destination in mind, I'm sorry your father couldn't be here, but the merchant running his caravan to Gisoreux wouldn't hear about leaving any later."
"It's fine mom, I caught sight of the caravan heading out a little after I left. I couldn't get back town quick enough to catch him though."
She got up and walked over to the table in the corner of the small living area of the house, normally she used it for sewing any of our damaged clothes or the projects the people of the town would occasionally ask her for. She picked up a small bundle and walked back over to the table, "This is from all of us, happy birthday Daemon."
It was a bit childish I know, but I couldn't help quickly tear away the thin red cloth. In the bundle, was an old looking folded up aged tan paper and a thick leather bound book. I took out the folded paper and was amazed at what it really was, "A map?"
"It's your father's, he said he'll pick another up in Gisoreux. This one has all the small towns, roads, and especially dangerous areas he's come across during his years guarding caravans."
For a caravan guard, I can't imagine just how valuable knowing where was safe to travel and where was dangerous must be. This was likely one of his most valuable possessions. "He wanted you to always be able to find your way home, and he said that map was how he always knew his way back, so it should be good enough to get you back too."
If I was ever asked I would probably deny the tears that came out at her words as I got up and pulled her into a hard hug. I knew what she was saying, this was home, and home would always be here for me.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of tears and laughter, my sisters and my brother tired themselves out in only a few hours and were quickly asleep with the twins bedded down in their room and Roland already passed out in ours. Mom had gone to sleep in her and fathers room not long ago, we had built on the third room when the twins were born, a decision we are all infinitely grateful for.
I was still up, sitting at the small table under the light of a flicking candle. I was looking over the book that had been under the bundle, mom told me she had picked it up off some trader that said it was asurite, the language of the elves. She had though that since I was always reading whatever book I could get my hands on, which was very few since the practice of commoners reading wasn't exactly smiled on. Learning to read and write in Bretonnia wasn't illegal, but the nobles, no matter how minor, didn't like peasants that could potentially out smart them.
She had figured it could be a project for me during my travels, she had always encouraged me to learn what I could about my "elven culture". I had been raised like any other bretonnian child, I was raised to praise the lady, just never in front of a noble that cared, I was raised having chivalry and honor jammed into my head by every passing knight that would take the time to tell a story.
Thinking back on it, I might have been quite a bit like Roland back then. Only their stories had sent me off trying to learn new ones from books and tails, while Roland had felt driven to create his own.
I ran my hands over the detailed scrawl of the old tome, its leather smelt almost like it had been steeped in ash. The writing was beautiful, I would have to try and find a book of translations once I got to Altdorf. I could feel the events of the day catching up to me as wave of tiredness came over me, I closed he book and carried it with me into my and Roland's room. I placed it beside the bag I had pack this morning before setting off to enjoy what might have been my last time in the woods near Jouinard, I pulled the old map from my pocket and set it in between the pages so it wouldn't get accidentally stepped on.
I stripped my clothes off down to my smalls and sat them next to my bed role, it might have been a thin hay stuffed mat, but I was tired enough to make it feel near heavenly. I drifted off almost as soon as my eyes closed.
Help Menu
{YES/NO}
I stared at the floating message in front of my eyes with abject fear, I had no idea why this blue box was in front of me, or why I wanted a "help menu" or not.
"You finally up Daemon?"
I whipped my head to the side to see Roland standing a the door to our room, the light pouring in from behind him telling me that on any normal day I would have been woken long ago, likely by a pair of evilly grinning twins and lazy dog jumping up and down on top of me.
I was still looking at me, seemingly expecting an answer as to whether I really intended to get up or not. Any other day I would have gone with getting up and getting ready, but today I sort of hoping this was still park of my dream. When he got tired of waiting on my answer his brow raised in a fashion that eerily reminded me of our mother, I guess the dream idea isn't help here. At least he doesn't seem to be able to see the box, going crazy privately was definitely preferable to doing it in front of my family.
"I'm up, give me a minute to get dressed and I'll be out." I saw his jaw clench at my unintentional wording, but he nodded and tried to put on a smile as he left, closing our lose fitting wooden door behind him.
I sat up, hoping the box was just a figment of my imagination and moving around would make it go away. I was fully dressed before I gave up on the idea, the box had kept its self at about a foot out from my chest and angled up slightly at me so I could read it, and no matter what angle I tried to move at it didn't disappear.
I reached out hesitantly to the box, I went to press the "no" option, hoping it would make whatever this was disappear.
"Daemon, you ready in there?"
The sudden intrusion of Roland's voice caused me to jerk me hand, i ended up pressing the "yes" option instead of the "no" like I had intended.
Help Menu
All windows and functions can be accessed by vocally commanding the desired function.
Status Window – Status screen compiles the individual's information into a detailed list. This includes character [stats], [perks], [skills], and [status effects]. (Saying Status opens all information in the window, saying individual sections will raise only the requested details.)
Inventory – A storage area accessible only to the user, all items, with the exception of living creatures, may be placed inside. (Inventory is opened through vocal command)
Info Listings:
Job: A job designation is created through the acceptance of a role, or the progression of a trade. Unique Job can be unlocked when specific criteria have been met. (Job titles can be swapped out or sorted through on the status window by pressing the designation "Job:".)
Title: Titles are marks of recognition, designations of status, or the consequence of actions. Each title comes with different abilities and modifiers that change as the titles are replaced or removed. (Titles can be swapped out or sorted through on the status window by pressing the designation "Title:".)
Level: Level is the indication of the strength and progression of the individual, EXP is accrued to allow for leveling up. Exp is gained through combat, completing quests, and the general usage of skills to complete a task or take an action. Leveling up provides stat points which can be placed into the attributes of [STR], [VIT], [DEX], [INT], and [WIS] respectively. These attributes will also advance forward depending on whether or not any given perks effect attribute gain or loss. Every level up provides [3 points], these are additional attribute points gained by the user, and can be added at the user's discretion.
HP: HP or Health Points are the sum total of damage that may be received, once they reach 0 the result is death.
MP: MP or Magic Pool is the sum total of magic which can be expended, once it reaches 0 you will be unable to casts spells until it regenerates.
Perks: Perks are the bonuses applied to the user. These perks can be from titles, jobs, racial traits, religious blessings, or perks unique to an individual.
Skills: Skills are abilities such as cooking, smithing, or carpentry. Skills run the range from crafting, to combat, and even minor actions may develop skills associated with them. Skills can be trained and leveled up to become more powerful as your proficiency in them grows.
Status Effects: Status Effects are the current temporary positive or negative effects on the user. These temporary effects range from [minor] such as small colds, too [moderate] conditions such as malnutrition, and lastly [severe] which can encompass plaque and starvation.
Attributes:
Strength (STR): The Strength attribute determines the person's overall physical power. This attribute affects the amount of damage done with physical weapons. It also affects a person's ability to reduce damage when blocking and affects the amount of weight they can lift, carry, or throw.
Vitality (VIT): The Vitality attribute determines the person's overall health. This attribute also affects a person's ability to regenerate health outside of combat and resistance to poison and disease.
1 VIT = 20 HP
1 VIT = .5 HP REGEN
Dexterity (DEX): The Dexterity attribute determines the person's overall movement. This attribute affects a person's accuracy, evasion, speed, and ability to land critical strikes on an opponent in close, mid, and long range combat. Dexterity also plays a major role in acrobatics, pick pocking, stealth, and any form of physical subterfuge.
Intelligence (INT): The Intelligence attribute determines the person's overall ability to think and understand, it also determines memory and learning speed. This attribute affects the overall size of one's Magic Pool (MP). Adds 1 additional attribute point per lvl up for every 10 INT above the base of [INT: 10].
1 INT = 20 MP
Wisdom (WIS): The wisdom attribute determines the person's common sense, perception, and overall control of their Magic. It also affects the user's ability to implement their knowledge gained through study and experience. Wisdom plays an important role in the effectiveness of illusion spells and seeing through deceptions. Every 10 WIS above the base of [WIS 10] adds a bonus of EXP 10% gain to all experience awarded through quests and actions.
1 WIS = .5 MP REGEN
Luck (LUK): The Luck attribute determines the person's overall chance. Luck is unique compared to all the other attributes as it is capable of influencing anything from finding or looting random items, winning money while gambling, to encounters both in and out of combat.
I stared dumbly at all of the information, I could read it all fine, but I had no idea what half of t was actually talking about.
"Why does it keep talking about a status window, what the hell is any of this?"
No sooner had I finished the question than another window opened in front of me, this one though was less confusing, and more horrifying.
Status Window
Name: Daemon Albright
Job: The Gamer
Level: 1 Next Level: 0/250
Title: N/A
Race: Asrai/Wood Elf
HP: 200(+10/hour)
MP: 480 (+24/minute)
STR: 4
VIT: 10
DEX: 6
INT: 12
WIS: 10
LUK: ?
Perks:
Asrai: The Asrai, or Wood Elves, are the decedents of the High Elven settlers of Bretonnia, they remain primarily in the large forest of Athel Loren. Asrai have long since been changed by their time spent in the ancient forest, the primal magic of their home seeping into their spirits more and more with each passing generation. They show a great affinity for all woodland realms and the spirits found within. Much like their high elven cousins, the Asrai show a great affinity for magic, though the Lore of Life, Lore of Beasts, and the unique magic of the spellweavers are all more powerful when used by the Asrai.
{+1 DEX per lvl, +1 WIS per lvl, +10% effectiveness to magic related skills, +10% EXP Gain to Lore of Life and Lore of Beast magic related skills}
Chosen of Tzeentch: Tzeentch, the chaos god of sorcery, change, and manipulation has blessed and claimed you as his chosen. You and all of your decedents shall carry his blessing, Tzeentch shall gift you in all his ways. Though the Chosen of Tzeentch has no obligation to fealty, the change in the world around you serves as offering enough to the "Changer of Ways". In all areas regarding sorcery and intrigue you are gifted, the greatest blessing however, is the gift to live life though the unique ability you have been granted.
{+1 INT per lvl, +1 WIS per lvl, +100% MP, +10% Effectiveness to magic related skills, +20% EXP Gain for magic related skills, +20% EXP Gain for skills regarding intrigue and manipulation, -30% Effectiveness to all weapon related skills, -30% EXP Gain to all weapon related skills, Job: The Gamer}
Skills:
[Gamer's body (passive) lvl/MAX]
Grants a body that allows for the user to live the real world as it were a game. After sleeping in a bed, the user recovers all HP, CP, and cure minor status effects.
[Gamer's mind (passive) lvl/MAX]
Allows the user to calmly and logically think things through, allows a peaceful state of mind. Enables immunity to psychological status effects, immunity to illusions cast from users the same level or lower of the user.
Status Effects:
Wealth: Gold 0, Silver 0, Copper 0
Points: 0
I stared at the screen in horror, Tzeentch was one of the chaos gods, and I was his chosen….this is just insane! I spent my whole life following my family's faith, I've even though of the chaos gods as anything but evil, let alone prayed to any of them.
"Why in all the world, is it me that gets singled out by one of the fucking chaos gods." My voice was low and even I could hear the venom in it. I would have never asked for this, what the hell am I supposed to tell my family?
"Nothing"
The decision was instant for me, if they were ever found to have any connection, even accidental, with one of the chaos gods, they would be put to the torch just to be sure. The knights of Bretonnia were not ones to take any chances, "If I hid the connection it should be fine". They can never know, no one can, I'll just have to hope I can keep this hidden from others.
"Daemon, if you don't get out here I'm feeding you lunch to Roland."
I turned to my mother's voice, if she said lunch then I had slept till at least mid-day. That was rather rare for me, though certainly low on the list of strange happenings this morning. I quickly pressed the buttons marked close at the bottom of both windows, grabbed the bag I had had packed for my trip. I stopped quickly though, I had nearly forgotten my map and the book. I quickly wrapped the book in a shirt from the bag to make sure it didn't get damaged and placed it inside my large pack, the map I put into my pocket.
I slung the large pack over my shoulder and made my way out of the room. I had to leave today, though not it was as less to protect them from the mayor's ire, and more to protect them from myself. I have to figure this quickly, and I'm going to have to do it on my own.