[color=f26522]Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.[/color]

Level 3 - (23/30) EXP 
Location: Lumbridge, Land of Adventure
Word Count: 452

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	Centurion didn't manage to catch anything. He had no bow, and his armor was loud and clanking. His compatriots quickly disposed of any foul beasts headed their way, so Agoston took on the task of doing his part in carrying some of the meat and other loot scavanged from hunted animals. All in all, it was a successful hunting trip. Probably? It was kind of hard to tell. The huntress seemed pleased, either way. Afternoon was finally setting, and the sunset was a beautiful thing to behold. Still, he began to grow homesick. It reminded him of the Fire's Eclipse. Once every summer, the sun would set in a unique way. Mt. Ignis, the dormant volcano next to his hometown of Cinder's Mill, would cup the sinking sun like a bowl. The sun, for a brief moment, would look like a big, glowing orange fruit in the bowl of the volcano. It almost looked as if Mt. Ignis was erupting once again after it's thousand year slumber. Fortunately, such a thing never happened. He wondered if Cinder's Mill was still there. Our perhaps it had been taken somewhere, like Lumbridge. He hadn't seen his mother in years- where was she? Was her house abandoned and quiet? Gathering dust? What about all the dogs, cats, and rats? Were they wandering the abandoned town, or had they been swept away by Galeem's power?

	Too many questions. It was beginning to gloom up the celebration. A feast was in order. The guildarm was immensely busy, and a vast majority of his fellows in arms were gathering back in Lumbridge. Even Ryu was there. Agoston would have to keep an eye on him, just to see what he would do next. It was good to know that some people maintained who they were.

	[color=f26522]"Quite the busy day we've had,"[/color] he remarked to Tora, Poppi, and Bowser. He glanced around at the gathering group. [color=f26522] "Good to see you all again. Linkle, Micheal, Franklin, I hope you are well. Courier! Greetings! I'd say the rest of your names but I'm sure I've forgotten them, and we don't have all night. Though, there are some of you I don't recognise." [/color] One individual particlarly caught his eye. A white-haired, cat-eyed man with two swords sheathed on his back. 

	[color=f26522]"Greetings, compatriot," [/color]he decided to introduce himself.[color=f26522] "My name is Magnumus Agoston, Centurion. I have a question. Why do you have two swords on your back. Is it incase the first one breaks?" [/color] Certainly there was a more outlandish reason for it, but it was the first one he could think of off the top of his head. Personally, Agoston had a squire's horse carry his extra weapons.