Fantasy Holy Legend Bloodlines {PRIVATE}

[GrayDiscipleOfYeet]

Bunesh

A young man leaves the quaint village he has lived in forever to follow his destiny: Retrieve the Heaven Blade and slay a great evil plaguing the realm. Except...Everything quickly goes wrong. Exposing our young protagonist to a harsh world.

My boy is a blonde 15-year old boy named Erlin. You can elaborate on other important things in this plot, like his home village, the world/kingdom itself, the evil, etc,.​

 

[Bunesh]

The land of Mayward was one that a long and muddy history of civil war, infighting, assassinations, tribal uprisings, religious cults, and of course: The Demon King Grimval. Ask anyone about him and his history and you would inevitably get some... conflicting reports, some saying he was a brutal tyrant who strode through swamps of blood and bodies, killed the innocent, and cut babies out of pregnant women. However, nobody could really remember what he looked like, which was rather interesting considering the cultural and social impact he had on the world. Since then, the Blackbloods, those born as a result of the dark powers that gathered around Grimval and his victims - almost always women - had become hated and shunned as symbols of that dark time. It was only thanks to Saint Lance of Elgatherion that his reign was ended.

That was almost twenty years ago.

Since then, The Church of The Celestial had grown explosively in power and size, becoming the official religion of the land of Mayward, especially following the death of its central figure: Saint Celeste, the Living Goddess. But none of that mattered to Elrin, who had grown up in the tiny mountain village of Miners Peak, with his uncle Gray and his cousin Welthrop, a nerdy and petite boy who had oversized glasses and a nervous disposition. To hear it, Gray used ot be a mercenary back in the day, and helped Elrin's father a lot, before his untimely death, and brought the boy under his wing as a final promise to Elrin's father.

Miners Peak was a dreary place, but it was safe, far removed from the Abyssals and their conflict with The Hosts, the church's angelic beings that aided their Cleric and Paladins. But his aging uncle was starting to grow ill and needed help, medicine from a city below in the Valley, it would be a dangerous trip but surely one as brave as Elrin could manage it, right?

 

[GrayDiscipleOfYeet]

The journey down the mountain could be treacherous. But that wasn't enough to deter Erlin. An errand boy in all but name, he nevertheless accepted whatever task the people of Miners Peak gave him. Today's task, however, was more dire, more personal. Clad in a plain blue tunic with an old dagger strapped to his side, the young village boy was setting off for the village below. Ready to take on whatever challenge laid ahead. Be it bandits or monsters or even some unholy combination of the two.

Uncle Gray had raised him; Him, a child with no blood tie to the old man. No way was he going to let him die.
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[Bunesh]

It didn't take that long to encounter bandits, which preyed within the rocks, watching him hungrily. They typically set out against merchants who would travel between the village and the valley below, though this didn't net them much. They were hoping that if they captured the young boy, they could sell him as a slave and so emerged from the rocks, ten bandits in total on either side of him, chuckling and holding simple weapons like axes, clubs, and knives.

"Well... wut 'ave we got here boys?" The leader chuckled, toying with a heavy axe as the bandits emerged from the dead shrubbery and rocks, "Wut a pretty li'l thing yous is, I reckon there's a fruitcake noble who'll pay handsomely for you ta be his new wifey." They leered at Erlin and laughed, "If yous come along quietly, we'll even let'cha keep ya clothes, 'till the bastard rips 'em off ya!" They clearly were getting a good giggle out of this, pricks.

Homosexuality wasn't illegal per-se, but the church was definitely pushing a doctrine that said it was an unclean act unless it was two women. Apparently, the gods had a fondness for lesbians or some other nonsense. This had lead to a sudden surge of homophobia from different parts of society, though not everyone bought into the idea; Erlin's uncle hadn't for example. A proudly bisexual man - even if he was past his prime - he had always waved off the church's missionaries, on the rare occasion they actually found Miners Peak.

 

[GrayDiscipleOfYeet]

Erlin had heard horror stories about what befell unsuspecting travelers down the mountain road. Robbed, left for dead, sold into slavery; Enough that the blonde expected to get jumped at some point. So, when the bandits emerged from hiding, he was ready. Quickly reaching to pull his dagger from his sheath and taking a stance. They were nothing special, weapon-wise. He could easily disarm them and send them away with tails between their legs. Just imagining his easy win painted the boy's face with a cocky smile.

"I'd die first before that happened!" Erlin declared. And with that, he charged his opponents.​

 

[Bunesh]

"Get him," the leader called, gesturing with his axe, "But don't hit the face, we need him lookin' pretty." The bandits closed ranks quickly, but Erlin could easily see the weaknesses. His grandfather had trained him - extensively - in how to defend himself, and so he could immediately see that the bandits were getting in each other's way. No coordination, no real training; they were used to beating weak, unarmed enemies through weight of numbers.

But Erlin also knew he'd have to act fast, else cherubs may show up; nasty critters, they were supposedly the souls of the evil now wandering the world trying to right their wrongs, or so the church said. But many didn't have a collar or controller, so they were basically mindless beasts. They had learned to steer clear of Miners Peak due to the number of guards, but a small skirmish like this was bound to bring them calling.

 

[GrayDiscipleOfYeet]

Erlin took advantage of their lack of coordination. He would strike one down with his dagger, and then he would jump out of the way as soon as another charged at him. The poor bastard who tried to sneak attack him hit the ground with one of his buddies on top. He tripped another bandit, whacked another; Falling prey to the adrenaline of battle seemed so easy. And he could not afford to lose himself. Which was why the blonde had to focus. Come up with a plan to quickly end this struggle and get back on his way.

And if the bandits didn't kill him, the cherubs surely would. Unless he could utilize them.​

 

[Bunesh]

One of the men sneered at him as he got closer but then stumbled, eyes widening in shock, a strange pair of blood-soaked hands were clutching his shoulders, and a second pair were wrapped around his hips. The battle had frozen and now everyone was staring in mute horror at the creature that had descended down upon them: a flying ball-like thing with a singular giant eye and four long gossamer wings. It had four spindly limbs, each one ending in a hand with unnaturally long fingers and claws.

A cherub.

They came in all sizes but these ones were wild Cherubs, and it must have been attracted by the sounds of fighting! The cherub buzzed its wings and lifted the bandit up off the ground, somewhat swinging him around as the bandit flailed and screamed in horror, but there was nothing anyone could do to help him now. They grappled for a moment, and then the cherub hoisted him up towards its large eye, which stared into his terrified features before it blinked once, slowly. When the eye opened again, the pupil was lined with teeth, not unlike a worm, and it stuffed the bandit head-first into the mouth-eye thing.

It ate the man's upper body, blood spraying across its body as the eye devoured the man, reducing his body to a twitching, spasming corpse, before dropping what was left on the ground with a wet splat. It seemed like the dropping of the body snapped everyone back to reality and with a scream, they began to run, fleeing in all directions from the approaching Cherubs.

 

[GrayDiscipleOfYeet]

Carnage. Erlin was surrounded by carnage. Left and right, bandits were torn apart by cherubs. Blood and organs were flying, painting morbid pictures upon the rocks. The blonde took his chance to slip away in the midst of the fray. He had no time to waste; He had medicine to get.​