Kanteca Chronicles Page 1

Kanteca Chronicles Page 1

"We're lost aren't we?" said a voice that seemed to echo in ears.
"No, we just don't know where we are." Replied a gruff but gentle voice.
"Stry, Zaire...Shut the hell up before I smash your skulls together." A Man in shining silver armor standing behind the two raised a mace threateningly. Instantly...they shut up.
"Good, now...Zaire? Are you sure you have no idea which way to go?"
The Voxish stood silent for a moment before saying, "....Maybe?" Zaire began pulling out different maps from his leather bags.
"Now," Zaire said as he finally picked a map to read, "I do know that we are near the town of Soshire but...." Zaire looked up from the old paper to the dense woods around them. "I can't seem to tell which way it is."
A cold hand reached up and collided with the back of Zaire's head. While Zaire stood rubbing the pain away Stryzecenneca said, "That's for being stupid."
Zaire growled at the demon, but made no retaliation. It was odd that Stryzecenneca had hit him with the left hand; the white hand.
Demons were an odd race in Kanteca. They were feared, but there was more so a fear of unknown with them. All that is definite about them is where they came from. They also seem very dangerous but rarely ever kill unnecessarily.
One of the more odd aspects of demons is their hands. Demons' hands are colored based on their religious alignment. Most demons' hands are both the same color; Stryzecenneca has a white left hand and a black right hand.
"Now," Stryzecenneca stated boldly. "I suggest you climb a tree, get a good look around, and tell us where we are." The demon shifted his black armor around for comfortability as he spoke.
A bit annoyed at Stryzecenneca's remark, Zaire slumped over to the tree. Then, with ease and obvious skill, the Voxish swung up into the tree, darting left, right, up, and ....well...'not' down. In less than a minute, Zaire made to the top of the tall tree. A beautiful sea of trees greeted him, swaying left and right from the wind.
A voice rang from below. "See anything?" it was Luther's voice; it lacked the odd echo that Stryzecenneca had.
"Gimme a minute." Zaire replied, projecting his voice so that it could be heard down below. He reached into his bag and grabbed his telescope. Quickly, he stretched the golden tube and gazed into it.
There seemed to be nothing, at first, in the direction he was searching. Zaire switched his view over to the west, still searching for any sign of a town, wether it be smoke, towers, or any other sort of signal.
"Well?" Luther replied impatiently.
Zaire was about to reply with snobby remark when he spotted something.
"Yeah, yeah...one sec okay?" Zaire concentrated his vision onto his finding. Immediately, he recognized it as pyrotechnics.
Satisfied, the Voxish leapt down in between his friends; easily cushioning the landing with his powerful arched legs.
"There appears to be a town four miles away to the west, I think they're hosting a tournament of sorts."
Luther made what sounded like a disapproving grunt, obviously not happy with the news. Next to him though, Stryzecenneca bounced happily up and down, appearing quite ecstatic to fight.
Luther sat down on a rock nearby. "I refuse to take part in such a vulgar form of money-making."
Luther was a Paladin of Sister Luna, he was not supposed to fight for fun. his arms were crossed defiantly and a determined looked was glued to his eyes.
Stryzecenneca broke the silence first. He had his amrs up and around his head in a lazy stretch. "You're quite stubborn and boring. There is no harm in a simple test of strength." The Demon's eyes dropped to Luther's stomach and popped back up. "Besides, when was the last time truly had something to eat?"
Luther grabbed his gut and looked down in shame. "It is such a pity that I must give in to something so weak as hunger. Fine! I'll participate, but I shall have no joy in doing so."
Zaire and Stryzecenneca sighed in relief. This was not uncommon for Luther to detest violence but, in the end, he always wound up coming along.
"Well, we should get going then shouldn't we? I'd like to see how easy the competition shall be." Stryzecenneca joked. He was already walking off in the direction of the town.
Ignoring the comment, Zaire turned to Luther. "Don't worry, It's just for fun. There won't actually be any killing."
Zaire and Luther soon followed behind the demon, hoping that what Zaire said stays true.