[center][h2]Renevin: Part 4[/h2][/center]

The wagon bumped as it hit a clump of dirt in the road, causing Renevin’s bag to shift. It sat between him and the young driver, the dark farmhand’s eyes widening as the treasures inside the bag twinkled. 

“Spellsword stones?” The farmhand asked incredulously, eyes bouncing from the road and back onto four palm sized orbs. Three of them held the chaos of a lightning storm behind their glass viel, the fourth a certain darkness that swallowed the midday sun. Renevin tugged the bag closed and nodded curtly.

“Don’t think too far into it,” Renevin advised, but the farmhand’s eyes were already twinkling. He shifted closer, causing D’Bran and Hondros to twist in their seats on the bed of hay from behind. Hondros cleared his throat.

“Trinkets, really,” He defended.

“So you guys really are Praxians!” The farmhand seemed to have ignored their advice, “Oh, wow. I thought you guys were a myth.”

D’Bran scrunched his nose, “Legends maybe, but a myth?”

“We told you who we were when we paid your father for the wagon,” Renevin furrowed his brow and tapped his dark runic armor.

“Well yeah, but I just thought you were a bunch of--” The farmhand bit his tongue as he saw Renevin’s brows slant, “What I mean to say is, I hear a lot of stories.”

“Either way,” Hondros commanded from his nest of hay, “Let’s keep our wits, we are paying you for a ride, not a chat.”

“Remind me why we are even doing that?” D’Bran groaned.

“Lightyr,” Hondros reminded, “He figured horses would be too expensive, between feed and stalling.”

“True,” Renevin shrugged, “This is cheaper.”

“Hey!” The farmhand made a face.

“Relax, we aren’t calling you cheap,” D’Bran scoffed, “Just your… you know... job?”

“D’Bran,” Renevin scolded. 
The wagon fell into a certain silence, the sound of the wheels grinding over the dirt road conquering. Birds chirped in the distance, and on all sides there was green, sun soaked fields. The four sat still, eyes glazed over at the sights until finally the farmhand peeped, “Sooo… did you guys really fight alongside the gods?”

“Well that’s a casual question,” Renevin sighed and D’Bran leaned forward, but before the sandy cheeked man could speak Hondros butted in.

“Not personally, but our order did,” Hondros answered, causing D’Bran to roll his eyes, “The first Cacophony,” Hondros droned, “The Brother’s Harmony was at the rift in the veil, holding the tide against the forces of the Taint, and you know who was standing there with them?”

“The Praxian Storm Guard,” The Farmhand’s eyes glistened.

“Makes sense when you think about it,” Renevin offered, “Considering Prax is the name of one of the Brother’s Harmony.”

“Allegedly,” D’Bran cut in and leaned up from his seat, “Prax could have just been a powerful warrior king, and Solam the same.”

“But--” The farmhand looked confused, “They are gods!”

“History is funny like that,” D’Bran offered, a sigh coming from Renevin.

“Kid,” Hondros waved a hand at D’Bran urging him to sit back down, “You’re going to meet a lot of people in this world.” His eyes drifted to the endless fields and rows of crops, “Or maybe not, but the point is… everyone has their theory. Now if you ask me, it is as the story goes: The Praxian Storm Guard stood beside the Brother’s Harmony and aided them in the fight against the Taint.”

“And the pacification,” Renevin added.

“They say on the mainland of Yzaille, the Serenists believe different,” The farm boy looked at Renevin, “and that the pacification was the true salvation.”

Renevin cocked a brow, “You’re going to meet a lot of people.” 

Hondros snickered and squinted his eyes, “Say boy.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s that on the horizon,” He pointed with his gloved hand at the dark line appearing on one of the hills. 
“Paulos’ tavern, beyond it is the village of Tephni.”

Hondros nodded, “Tephni, someone there ought to know where our mark is.”

“What’s your mark again?” The boy looked at Hondros, who stuttered. 

“Chickens,” Renevin grinned.

“Big ones,” D’Bran added.


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The boys are back and out looking for a dragon.
They chat with a local, and go into the lore of the Praxian Storm Guards. 
They also reveal that they have "spellsword stones"
They pull up to an inn for info.
Sorry it's a short post. Been busy and just wanted to get something out.
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