Chapter 2: Razwold
Razwold, a man who used to be a soldier from a kingdom, is a man who choose this job as a way to fulfill their desire. To someday earn the power they want. He is very passionate in melee combat and a capable shooter with a bow and arrows, but everything else, he is not really great. He does know how to tend his wounds and how to construct a small makeshift shelter.
He is currently walking on foot in the middle of nowhere, with 1 week worth of food. He got into a fight with Stranglers along the way. Stranglers are type of undead who wanders around and attack any living beings they see. They are weak and easy to kill, but a group of 6 to 10 Stranglers are difficult to deal with. They do not get tired and they are very persistent of hunting their prey.
Razwold is able to kill them one by one but got injured by their left arm. A sudden increase of emotion is felt by Razwold. "These... savages..." Razwold said as he growls. The journey beyond the waste continues and the sun is beginning to set.
A sudden chill can be felt around the area after the sun set. The temperature changed to cold. Razwold finds some dead bushes and a tumbleweed to create a campfire. To light this makeshift campfire, Razwold had to use a stick and a tumbleweed to create a kindle. With all his might, he was able to light the kindle and placed it on the campfire. With few more blows, the fire grows big and it provides the warmth he needs.
Razwold sits down to think. He remembers that he was travelling with his fellow squad for a mission. Strangely enough, they are not going to the desert. They are suppose to go to the Glarja Forest to clear out the forest fire. He doesn't remember anything unusual other than sleeping in the carriage along the way.
"I was so sleepy that night. I cannot believe I did such insolence on my behalf." Razwold said as he grunts. He growls again but he didn't notice himself growling. "The day will shine tomorrow and I have no energy to spare right now. I must take a rest." Razwold said as he lays down on the soft sand beside the campfire. The campfire gave him warmth and protected him against unwary predators of the dark.
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