[h3]Éamon Ó Briain - [color=indianred]The Cursed Warrior[/color][/h3]

[color=indianred]"What so funny?"[/color] A Figure said from the darkness... [color=cadetblue]"Nothing much dear, but have you wondered how far the two of us have come? Ever since you came to me all bloodied and worn on that fateful day?"[/color] The Female Figure asked as she looked at the other, before the other nodded in agreeance [color=indianred]"Yes, it has been a long time now hasn't it? I wonder how long will I continue under your command, no offense, but that looks like it is going to be an eternity until something separates us. Which is good isn't it?"[/color]  The figure said silently pondering the situation of eternal servitude with death. 

[color=cadetblue]"Yes, of course dear, life after death is always confusing but you will be surprised at the many situations that are thrown at you. You never know when one just might pick you up."[/color] She said passively, her estimate on his time serving under her if it not been tampered by a third party, would've last for a long time. Curiously asking the Female [color=indianred] "Death, I was wondering if you aren't a god then what are you?"[/color] He asked the question like so many times before with the same answer given by her. [color=cadetblue]"Again my darling, I am neither an almighty god who should be dead by now nor a demon capable of taking the souls of all who has died. If anything, I am at best nothing while at the same time I am everything which that is living for I place a clock over them that will ring once their end is coming. But my clocks only measure their original lifespans, it can be evaded for example, by the undead liches live through a phylactery or by the alchemists using the universal panacea, even psychics can leave their minds in objects far more durable than their flesh and live on as artifacts."[/color] Death simply said to her companion giving him an example of ways of cheating the system and she could go on, but simply did not wish to.

Sighing at Death, the Spearsman looked at himself before he noticed that he was glowing [color=cadetblue]"Oh, what is this dearie? I guess that someone is brining you back... Hmm that was honestly quicker than expected[/color] Death said in surprise as she rosed from her seat in shadows as she saw Eamon starting to fade in and out of the darkness. [color=cadetblue]"Ugh, Eamon I expect you to just don't die too quickly and enjoy it while it lasts, okay dearie?"[/color] Death sighed as she watched her guardian disappeared from the land of the dead and into the world of the living. Looking around she grabbed an hourglass before she flipped it, boredly watching the sand drain...
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[color=indianred]"Ugh, god damn it... Where am I?[/color] Eamon said out loud as he covered his eyes for he harsh rays of light that bounced off his light skin. Looking around him he saw his two spears, clearly impaled into the ground with a dark cloth tied to it... [color=cadetblue]"Well that's my departing gift, you left it behind"[/color] Death said next to Eamon, appearing from nowhere as the desert wind blew grains of sand against his exposed arms while on the other hand the sand simply blew through her before she disappeared once more as quickly as she came. 

He sighed as he was placed in a desert, partially must of been a joke from Death to see that he wouldn't die before he got started. So he was in a desert then, Eamon said to himself again as he glance his surroundings and took the cloth and tied the cloth together before he made himself a hat which would cover his head from the sun. Raising his pointer finger and drawing into the air, drawing magic symbol he watched it circled around him for a few seconds before it lead the way. It was a simple spell which tracked the nearest source of water drinkable,  sensing only larger bodies of water meaning that small puddles wouldn't trick the basic spell. In his other hand he drew another magic symbol and lifted it into the air, which guided him south out of the northern deserts, traveling down into Ansus more greener pastures wiping the sweat off his brows his adventure began.