The idea behind Wicked is that it a dark infested world with demons,Monsters, and almost anything that has the desire to cause harm to the human population of the world and bring about the downfall of the human population. The humans are however not going to die without a fight, many who are born into the world have some type of past event that drives them. It may have been the death of their family or a loved one that keeps their hatred for demons alive and burning in their hearts. The humans who have decided to take up arms and fight the monsters are that of a Higher order or those who just seek to fight for the hell of fighting and gaining an amount of Gold or prizes from the bounty of killing the monsters they hunt.
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The pitter-patter of metal resonated off of the ground as he walked through the kingdom. Today was an unusual day for Gilian. Not unusual like weird things were going on,but more so weird as in he was going about things in a peculiar way.
On a typical day the young Paladin could be found in an informal attire. He normally wore some type of common garb that allowed him to blend into the crowd.
Today, however, he was clad in his knight's attire. Not only that, his clothing was tidy, and his usually unkempt hair was tidy and combed.
KWAAAW!
The sound of large green beaked bird altered Gilian. Turning to the side, he extended his elbow out and allowed the white and red parrot-looking creature to stand on tip of his armor.
"Sir Gilian," the bird cooed. "Good afternoon! Good afternoon!"
"Hi there, Romni!" He waved, greeting the bird with a smile. "Got any new information for me today? I'' getcha a real good treat if you do."
"Kwaaw! Not yet, Sir Gilian! Not yet!" Romni said in his scratchy voice. "Miss Amelia seeks to have an audience with you, Miss Amelia seeks an audience with you, she does."
"Miss Amelia wants a word with me, huh?" he asked, reaching his hand back and massaging the back of his neck, he nodded. "Well, I guess it is about time that I head out to the monastery. I'm already late."
Lifting his arm up he allowed Romni to soar off into the sky above. The clear blue skies were beautiful, the lush white cloud danced across the horizon.
The field across the entire yard on the East end was filled with people. Among those present, there wasn't one soul who wasn't clad in a knight's attire. Today was a day that came around only once a year - the Day of Remembrance. A day where everybody in the Kingdom gave praise to the Paladin's for all they done.
In preparation for the festivities that normally transpired on this day. Each of the twelve division had conferences - which Gilian was late for, as per usual. So when he came rushing down the corridor, his clanking as he was called to a halt as the sound of his name was heard bellowing through the passer ways:
"GILIAN YOU'RE LATE--!!"The sound of Amelia's voice was frightening when she was mad. His had clinched as her gaze found him.
Cue the awkward laugh. "Ehehe..." he muttered nervously. "Hi, hi...Miss Amelia...!" he managed to barely speak through his awkward smile. Her gaze was fierce. It was like she was looking through him was death ray vision.
The air seemed to lighten tremendously as she suddenly embraced him. Looping her arm around Gilian's head, Amelia pulled him in close to her bosom as her hands pinched his cheek. "You're late again, Gil. You promised me that you'd show up early this time."
"Heh. Sorry." He spoke in separated chuckles. It was hard to get his words out as she pinched him, his face turned red. "It took me a while to find all my Formal Knight's attire. I hate wearing this thing."
"Well, you need to get in the habit of liking it. You're going to get seriously hurt one of these days if you don't start wearing your armor everyday. You never know what can happen, even if you are the world renown Demon Slayer, you can still get hurt!"Despite the aggressive welcoming, and wild antics, the relationship between Gilian and Amelia was a friendly one. She has known Gilian since he was a young yellow-haired kid that used to get bullied by everyone because he was shorter than everybody else.
Times were way different back then. Back in days before the first occurrence things were way less complicated than they are now. Everything changed for the kingdom since they first got word that demons really existed. To her, it was hard to believe how the days had changed; and not only that, they have changed also. These days she barely even recognized Gilian. He has gained quite a name for himself over the pass four years... nowadays it's like he's a completely different person.
They walked around the corridors for an twenty minutes while talking and laughing with one another. Their conversations were simple, really. Amelia asked Gilian about his recent travels and he asked her about has life has been for her around the kingdom.
What happed next was done so swiftly no one noticed Gilian when he did it at all. "I can tell that you missed me, Miss Amelia." He said, swiftly moving from one side of the den, he appeared behind Amelia with bulging eyes as he elegantly fondled Amelia's lady parts.
Her face went blank with surprise. The feel of his touch brought instant ecstasy. "Gil-Gilian!" she yelled, swing a swift right hook at his face. He evaded the jab smoothly. "Don't do that in font of everyone!"
Across the room, where everyone was sitting, they watched as Amelia and Gilian had their moment.
"Luther," a man with a thick black beard spoke up, "Who's that kid over there talking to Madam Amelia?"
"You mean the short one with yellow hair?" Luther asked in response, looking over at Gilian he adverted his eyes quickly. "That's Gilian."
"Who is he?" the bearded man asked. "I don't like how friendly he's acting with Madam Amelia. That is something I can't sit idly by and witness."
"You don't know who Gilian is?"
"No. I don't."
"You ever heard of that notorious solo Paladin who doesn't wear armor and doesn't team with others? They call 'em The Demon Slayer?" Luther was forced to halt his explanation by the sight of the man's reaction.
"Wait...wait...so you mean to tell me that whelp is the one they call the Demon Slayer...!?!"
"There's no way that little shrimp is the infamous Demon Slayer. There's no way he is. I mean, just look at him." The bearded man was obviously annoyed. Whether it was that fact of who Gilian was or how friendly he was being with Amelia, was unsure.
"Artheus, you can believe what you like but that is indeed him." Said Luther.
A thunderous bang resounded through the cabin. Everyone looked around, confused about what was going on. Gilian and Amelia, and a crowd of other Paladins immediately made their way outside.
In the distance they could see a trail of smoke, which seemed to be coming from the outskirts of the area. "What happened? Does anyone know what's going on?"Amelia asked, looking around curiously.
"Everyone come quickly!" a voiced beckoned aloud, calling for help. One could feel the urgency in their voice that something was going on.
"Gilian," Amelia called his name as he walked up beside her. "Something is going on here. I think we should go inspect the area."
"Sure then!" He nodded his head in agreement. "Let's go."
Through the foliage they went. The group arrived to the scene of what seemed to be a fire and what they saw when they arrived there seemed to be a scroll of some sort that was stuck in the middle of a torched tree, or rather it's remains.
"What happened?" Reaching down, Amelia the rolled up scroll and immediately unfolded it. Written in smudged red ink was - "EXECUTIONER CLEAVER". As she read over the ink a few times.
"Yeah, I've never heard of the Executioner Cleaver. What is that?"
"I don't know. I've never heard of it either."
"I don't understand any of this. We don't know anything about whatever is going on, and that scroll didn't really help us either."
"Yeah, that scroll was useless."
The entire time everyone was talking, Gilian was sitting here trying to figure everything out. Based off of what he was able to analyze about the scene, it appeared to him as if someone was trying to get their attention. Like, someone was looking for something, they were looking for whatever this Executioner's Clever was.
Without a word being muttered, Gilian got up and began to walk off into the distance. However, Amelia noticed him as he began to depart so she scurried after him.
"Hey, Gil!" she called out to him. "Where are you headed?"
"I'm off to collect some reconnaissance. I don't know what this Executioner Cleaver is but it sounds like a weapon, and I know just who to talk to about weapons." As he began, he stopped. "So I'm headed to the North End of the kingdom. Contact me if anything else happens before I return."
A good hour passed since Gilian left his division's meeting to go visit one of his contacts, in hopes of finding out about the latest items in the black market. From his perspective, he figured that if there was a weapon that no one has heard of being named then it had to be something that was made its way through the black market.
This entire area was way more mysterious looking than the rest of the kingdom. This area was the only a few dozen meters away from the entrance to the Istaval Forrest.
In front of him were two big, dark wooden taverns that almost looked like it was abandoned. Despite this, the young Paladin walked up to the door and opened it.
"Northe, I know you're in here, come down. I need to get some information from you on a weapon." He yelled, his hands cupped over his mouth as his voice rung through the tavern.
"S'what is it?!" Northe moaned, her bright purple-colored hair cascaded in the breeze as she made her way down the stairs half-naked. A sight that made Gilian grin. "Who's there?"
"Gilian." He replied.
"Gilian?" she said back, "Gilian! What are you doing here?! I haven't heard from you in a while!"
Meanwhile, back at the barracks of Division Twelve, Amelia and her platoon of Paladins were searching through the forest areas on the East End. So far there wasn't much luck. They were finding anything.
"Madam Amelia," the bearded man named Northe called out, as he made his way to her side. "We have yet to find any leads. However, it is within my personal beliefs that suggest that all of this may have something to do with that kid, Gilian."
"What?" Amelia retorted in confusion. Huh? What did this guy just say? Did he really suggest that Gilian had something to do with what was going on? In Amelia's mind, she was immediately brought into a state of irritation. "Sir Gilian is a trustworthy paladin of the Twelfth Division. There's no way that he has anything to do with this mess, and besides, he was with us when all of this happened."
"Be that as it may, Madam, that isn't sufficient enough proof to shield him from suspicion." Northe's rough baritone trailed off as he finished speaking. Amelia looked him within the eyes and she could sense his resolve. It was as if this man was sure that Gilian had something to do with this, but how? There was no way...she wasn't convinced.
"There's no way Sir Gilian has anything to do with whatever is going on." She spoke confidently.
"But, Madam Amelia, are you one hundred percent sure about that?
"So what's up Gilian? Long time no see, what brings someone like you all the way out here to see little ol' me?" Northe asked in a very teasing manner. She has an obvious crush on Gilain ever since their first encounter. She is always dropping little sexual innuendos, or talking very playfully towards him.
"You do weapon smithing, right?" he started off with a rhetorical question of sorts, taking a momentary pause before continuing on. "Have you ever come across a weapon known as Executioner Cleaver?"
Her eyes became big as she then stared at him as if she couldn't believe the name that he just spoke. It was clear to see that she was familiar with the name, at the very least. That's more than Gilian could say.
"Yes," she said quickly, "I'm familiar with it."
He leaned against the table as he talked, he rested one of his hand on the surface top. "I heard of it today and I figured if there was anybody who would know anything about it...that it would be you."
"You're damn right!" She spoke, smirking. "And that's cause I'm the best smith in all of Istaval!
"Tell me everything there is to know about it. I'm curious about it."
Northe talked for the next seven minutes, filling Gilian in about any and all of the abilities and information that she has on the weapon he asked her about, According to her, it was a big weapon that was rumored to have been stolen from a demon layer out in the Savage Wastelands. It was a weapon that she only knew about because she was apart of the panel of the black market that was responsible for redistributing it as it was sold.
"Why are you asking about that clever?" She asked before looking at Gilian's blue eyes, "What do you want with it?"
"An incident happening in the kingdom and whoever is responsible left a note written in blue that had that name on it," Truth be told, that was all there was to it. Well, kinda of. Lately Gilian has been searching for a good new weapon for himself, and he intended on acquiring one soon."
"I needed information on the Executioner Cleaver so I can determine if it's a threat to the kingdom or not. I may need a new weapon if it is, in fact, from the wastelands."
"So what is the real reason you're here then?" asked Northe.
"I'm also here to look at your collection, I want to buy a new weapon. I heard you had a certain weapon in your possession that I want." As he spoke he reached in his pocket and revealed a picture of a sword. It was a pointed weapon with lots of dark hues.
"So you want to buy the Nimbus Sword that I crafted like a year ago?" she seemed confused. Almost as if she didn't approve in the selection made. Whatever the case may be, this was the weapon that he selected and she wouldn't deny a customer for her personal preferences, that was bad for business.
"Yes. I need a weapon with it's capabilities for my next experiment." He responded honestly, although it still felt like he was being very vague, which he was.
"Fine then. How much for it?" She asked.
"Six hundred gold." Reaching into his pocket he retrieved a small little pouch that was filled with golden coins, he tossed it onto the table with a flick of the wrist. "There you go. Now, can you calibrate the weapon and bring it to me immediately."
"Will do," she spoke while walking off into the back of her adobe.
Amelia and her platoon traced the area for hours and couldn't find much of any information on the weapon. It was as if it didn't exist. It didn't show up in the inventory list in any shop, they couldn't find any information on it in the libraries, or anything. This worried Amelia.
Not only that, the distrust that some of the older Paladin's had for Gilian was starting to rub off on her. She had been contemplating things since he left, and she started to doubt him in her mind.
"We haven't found anything, and Sir Gilian still hasn't returned. You may be right, Aretheus. I think it might be best if we go find Sir Gilian now. We need to find out whatever he knows about what is going on, immediately." As her ordered were called out her platoon took off into the distance and went to go track down Gilian.
As much as Amelia hated to doubt him, she had to do what seemed logical for her, her men, and the kingdom. For now, finding and questioning him was her plan of action. Whatever happened after that would be determined by what she found out from Gilian.
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