Fabian Gaurd
The Lightning King
The smell of wine, bread, and smoke filled the nostrils of Fabian as he sat in the inn. Many people were very excited all around him. The gathering of the gods at the Pantheon was about to take place the next day, and many people were excited as to what celebrations the Pantheon would host. As this was the annual gathering no real discussions were coming to the table, meaning the Champions, having gathered from across the continent to the pantheon, would do what they always did when there was nothing else to be done. Party. Fabian chuckled slightly and sipped on his drink. He was never expressly invited to these gatherings, many people considered the Trickster gods shrine to be more of an assassins and criminals guild than a place an actual temple. Being in the Capital one would think people would recognize a champion. Not Fabian, apparently. The champion was very good at not being seen when he didn't want to be, but he began to question his need for his powers when nobody paid him any mind in the first place.
"How fitting that the champion of deception and stealth isn't noticed when he isn't even trying to stay hidden. Either i'm just that good or i'm just that useless." Fabian mumbled. He continues walking through the market district munching on his snack. Fabian was not unaccustomed to this place. He had done many a...job here.
It was actually, in his opinion, enjoyable. Children's laughter and the hustle of the market rang in his ears, fantastic displays of magic from temple saints were being displayed on every corner. Warriors from across the land showing off the glistening armor and fruits of their travels. The city seemed in near constant celebration. The saints, even those doing charity work and healing the sick, were here with one purpose. Display the power of their gods. The saints of Aphrodite and the saints of Cupid always had an underlying competition of who could bed more people. The various warrior saints had small martial arts displays in hope of recruiting young warriors to their temple. Due to the fact that the champions powers had brought peace to Zastier for quite some time, tensions between champions rose, and these underlying battles had eased them for many a decade.
Fabian shook his head and pulled himself out of his mental monologue and continued down the path towards the Crow district, the home of the Capitals thieves, criminals, and con artists. Even the guards didn't traverse here. With good reason.
"How fitting that the champion of deception and stealth isn't noticed when he isn't even trying to stay hidden. Either i'm just that good or i'm just that useless." Fabian mumbled. He continues walking through the market district munching on his snack. Fabian was not unaccustomed to this place. He had done many a...job here.
It was actually, in his opinion, enjoyable. Children's laughter and the hustle of the market rang in his ears, fantastic displays of magic from temple saints were being displayed on every corner. Warriors from across the land showing off the glistening armor and fruits of their travels. The city seemed in near constant celebration. The saints, even those doing charity work and healing the sick, were here with one purpose. Display the power of their gods. The saints of Aphrodite and the saints of Cupid always had an underlying competition of who could bed more people. The various warrior saints had small martial arts displays in hope of recruiting young warriors to their temple. Due to the fact that the champions powers had brought peace to Zastier for quite some time, tensions between champions rose, and these underlying battles had eased them for many a decade.
Fabian shook his head and pulled himself out of his mental monologue and continued down the path towards the Crow district, the home of the Capitals thieves, criminals, and con artists. Even the guards didn't traverse here. With good reason.
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