Split Heroes

*Four months have passed since the battle for the lizard kingdom. Sergio once again on his own, moves the peddles by himself to move. He's taking in the scenery when a wall made of vines appears in front of him to block his way* "Stop right there!" A group of Elf women have him surrounded with arrows pointed. "I'm sorry but I'm on a mission, and I don't have any time to waste explaining myself." Sergio zooms around the wall and out of immediate danger. "What the h•ll are you?!?" The leader of the Elf squadron yells after him. "I'm bike-kun" Sergio whispers to himself as he dodges arrows. 

*Gerant walks sadly towards his broken house. The roof has been caved in, debris scattered on the ground.* "Gran! I'm sorry I wasn't home for you. I never should have left you behind." Gerant is crying at the loss of his Mother. "It was the same raiders as before. I saw them leaving while the house was on fire. I'm sorry I couldn't save her." Fitro warmly comforts his friend and puts his hand on his shoulder. "I need the best axe and armor you have. I'm going to k•ll Zenchen." Gerant roughly utters behind tears of rage. "Going out to be m*rdered isn't going to help anyone. Especially not you." Fitro's sister arrives beside him and puts her hand on the other shoulder. "Jenna you don't know what it's like to lose the only family you have left. She meant so much to me. And I never even got to say goodbye." Gerant is full on crying, and his two friends hug him to comfort him.

*Pescara and Snaren have traveled to the nearby cathedral inside the Porcelain City. The eyes of judgmental humans pierce the pair as they move through the city square. "How much longer do we have to be here? Everyone hates us,, and we're not getting any profitable missions lately." Pescara whispers. "It's not my fault that humans don't trust us monsterborns. I promise it's only going to be a little while longer. Just keep your mind off the curse markings and try to ease up on the magic. We get enough attention as is." Snaren whispers back. Not noticing the group of thugs slowly surrounding them.

*Redenna sits with her legs crossed at the grand meeting of the 3 races. The Lizardmen, the Fishkin, and the Snakemen. Most of which are arguing with each other, filling the giant hall with bickering.* "Quiet! I must discuss the important issues that plague or kingdoms! Lizandross has footholds in all of our people. Just because he is dead, doesn't mean his influence doesn't live on. There could be people in our very leadership that have been corrupted with his magical wrath. We must all stay alert and vigilant for any who seek to destroy the treaty of Fallen Horn." As she looks up, she notices a Fishman with jet-black thorns growing out of him. "Your Majesty!" One of her royal knights dives to tackle the magic-wielding assassin. In doing so an explosion goes off, breaking the platform she was sitting down on.

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