![]() ![]() Its natural beauty, the beaches, its riches seemed to have come straight from Ingloriom. None of us had ever laid eyes on such beauty before. We thought we would only find pain and despair in these lands. Gary Lemarchand-De-Sable, the Xelor who could put you to sleep in no time at all!Īnd of course, Maxine Panda, the great black and white bear who would carry us, support us, and throw us at the enemy during the fight.Īfter arriving on Ereboria, against all expectations, we came across a secluded beach. Pimprenelle the Iop and her huge hammer… She didn't move mountains she smashed them!Įni Cola and his fizzy flasks, which gave us a lift in tricky fights… We felt invincible! Those were good times… My guild and I had fire in our bellies in those days! And we had the golden touch. Legends told of treasure that could be found on Ereboria, the Cursed Island. One wrong move and you'll find yourself surrounded by creatures you wouldn't believe… " "You're an idiot if you really believe that," said Reska, sitting back down at her desk. "Thanks, but don't mind me! I don't need anyone's help to deal with this rusty hunk of armor anyway. "Er… " said the Forgelance, lowering his lance from the Ecaflip''s throat. "You can send me your Rotcere team with their tools when they need them. "And what do I get in return?" she asked, not taking her eyes away from her opponent. "Reska! Give him a chance to make it out alive: Tell him what happened to you!" In the blink of an eye, Klimti drew his lance, threatening the Ecaflip this time. Reska, who was pacing like a caged animal, suddenly stopped. The Ecaflip hissed, and Klimti then spotted the scar that ran between her lip and nose. "The more he knows, the greater his chance of surviving." "You need to tell him what you saw there, Reska!" said Fergus. It was really worth coming here…" said Klimti. Klimti, not knowing what else to do, simply shrugged his shoulders with an embarrassed look. ![]() "This oddball is preparing to sail to Ereboria." When they do come, it's to meet that female Ecaflip who manages part of the operation and try to charm her so they can set off again with cheap merchandise, or worse, to ask me for a percentage in exchange for protecting the quarry… Pfft… Anyway! What are you doing here with this Klancy… Krispy… this oddball?" "I'm not used to strangers here, and new faces hardly bring me flowers or balls of wool. "Sorry," she said before bending over to help the blacksmith pick up Klimti. " Meow meow… Since when do you greet visitors by tackling them to the ground?" "He's with me, Reska!" said Fergus hurriedly, pushing his large opaque goggles up onto his forehead. " My name is Swood… Klimti Swood," he replied from the ground, with another exaggerated smile as he tried not to flinch. He turned his head toward the Ecaflip with an exaggerated smile, but she immediately spun her staff in a circle, upending the Forgelance and making him somewhat shocked to be lying down so quickly. " And just who are you?" she meowed menacingly. In the right-hand corner stood a dark feline figure: The Forgelance took a step inside the tent only to find that a long weapon had suddenly appeared under his chiseled jaw. Swood…" said Fergus at the entrance to the tent after lowering the scarf covering his nose. ![]() As the black slits in her emerald pupils narrowed, Reska reached for her staff. In the middle of the mining operation and among all the Rotcere workers, those balls of fur as black as carbon with a single eye right in the middle of their tuft, the two visitors really stood out. Sheltered from the heavy blasts of air and clanging of metal on rock, an Ecaflip with black fur was studying the intruders from her tent. " You need to know your enemy and the dangers of its island before going there." "I didn't say that, Fergus, but you have to understand, my brother is in mortal danger!" The tall and slender one, with a windswept crest of hair on top, was listening the other one, who was small and stocky, was waving his arms around to push his point home. Gradually, in the midst of towering building facades, two silhouettes appeared deep in conversation. In an endless clatter of shovels, picks and hammers, the wind whipped up a thick cloud of dust over Astrub Quarry. Klimti was in a rush to test his precious weapon in turn-based combat against a miliboowolf and… a vindictive chestnut tree. Fergus the blacksmith repaired the lance of Klimti Swood the Forgelance. ![]()
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