Carefully walking through the abareets by the homes he Church, Lumian finds the pce eerily silent and disf. ruins and cracks strewn arou oddly finding no skeletal remains. How odd, it's almost as if no oed here to begin with. Furrowing his brows he took gnces into darkened and shadowed alleyways half expeg some odd creature to show up. Pft as if.
Using his inner monologue to distract himself, he es across a broken and run down building with a worn sighe words Estel Shoe Store could just barely be seen with the naked eye due to how smudged the inkwork was. Finally, no longer needing to walk barefoot.
Slowly opening the door and peering in to make sure there were no problems, Lumian carefully pushed the door aside to see disanised shelving units with various shoe works strewn across the pce making it appear it was going through a robbery. Huh, I thought there were going to be missing stock.
Roaming around, Lumian took note of the differing styles on dispy before his eyes caught a fancy to a well designed pair of leather sandals tucked away in the er. The sandals were a dark brown matg the robe with flowery patterns imbedded into the straps of them. Pig them up Lumian found that they are rather light thus sat down on a nearby bench to see if they would fit. Undoing the strap belt, he slipped his toes into pd buckled the strap at the back of his heel of his right foot before doing the same for his left. Carefully testing to make sure the sandals were not unfortable he walked around to see if there was anything else he could loot to ensure his safety.
Squeak
Squeak squeak
Hearing a sudden noise, Lumian quickly spun arouing up a defeance before turning his gaze to the alleyway to his left catg the tail end of a long pink rats tail. Phew its only some small animals nothing to be afraid of. Breathing out Lumian tinued walking down a slightly narrow path before finding what looked to be some kind of smithy bcksmith store sitting by the edge of a er.
Out of all the buildings in Lumian's surroundings this one looks to be in much greater ruins where even the sign is no longer readable. Just pushing the door slightly, it es off of its hinges causing Lumian to step back out of the way just in case it fell in his dire.
BANG.
The door smashes inwardly creating a loud eg onto the ground causing yers of dust to fly upwards into Lumian's way. "A- Achoo, Fuck." Dust getting into Lumian's eyes and nose leads him to sneeze whilst tearing up to remove the dust from his eyes. Walking into the building he rummages around looking for equipment and supplies for his journey ing across a leatherwork bag to store the supplies in. Looking into the cupboards he finds stored charcoal and wood that be use to light a fire, bandages and preserves of food stock that looks like it st another few years.
Unfortunately, he couldn't find any usable ons lying around as if it has been fiscated. Could it be the other temples mentioned ies left behind. Lumian rumio himself, suddenly his sandal got caught on something leading him to trip falling ft onto the floor.
"Oof, o." Taking a brief intake of air Lumian slowly rises and takes a look back to see what he tripped over. Underh a small rug there seemed to be a tch stig out of the ground attached to a rusted metal . Lumian picked up the and tugged hard yet it seemed too stiff thus causing him to really put his bato it. o self, my muscles are currently much weaker than they used to be I guess I o train more often now to ensure my strength and stamina picks back up.
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After a maj of war with the wooden floor and himself Lumian finally mao lift the floorboard out the eering inside, Lumian notices that there is a small curved hunting knife of a simple design with a bde about four inches ih and sitting just beside it was a much rger knife nearing the size of a small short sword with an intricately patterned design on the handle. Lifting the two knives out of the hole, Lumian notices a rushly penned piece of part hidden underh them.
taking a look it read as follows;
This here lies my, Bj?rn's pleted masterpiece work of the tury, something I sider a family heirloom. Successor, if you e across this you must find my family that went into hiding from those bastards. We'll be lying low hidden amongst the irredeemable monsters of Sancta Terra Northeast of here. Use this crest to find us and we vow to make a personalized on for your usage for we are honourable aable bcksmiths and never go ba our word.
blessed be above as below, Aeterna Mortem.
"Ha, I must thank you and your desdants for the help if I ever meet them then." Lumian says out loud to fill in this bnk void of silerapping the sheaths of the ko the belt, Lumias up off the ground, dusting down his robe and leaves to look for any teens that are usable for water sources.
Walking out of the buildiices that the sun was setting causing rge shadows to sprawl across the streets whilst the air beuch more bone-chilling. Lumian decides its not worth it to explore into the forest so finds a building that would keep most of the elements out as up a nearby campfire using dry wood ensuring the charcoal is preserved for necessary use.
As the fire increased the warmth felt by the skin, Lumian could no longer put off his thoughts from earlier in the m. So this is really happening, I'm really in another world that I don't even know the name of a, why am I separated from my family? Camil, Mom, Sis where are you? I hope your safe, you must be safe I'll find you soon. Tears like crystal roll down his cheeks causing him to whimper in silence as he curls up he fire in the dipidated building where sleep takes him for the night.
Nothing but the crag of fire and sounds of nature could be heard in this otherwise tranquil moment of the night as moonlight and starlight shihrough the roof.
