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Daren, after the interesting events surrounding the stupid bastard's return, decided to explore the sights of the city. After all, he had never expected to find himself in the Seraphim capital, able to explore the sights. It had been a dream, of course. To see the world, not just the capital, but it had been high on the list of places to see. But, that faded as both age and reality set in. Still, some small part of him clung to that dream, even as he moved farther and farther away from the city. And now he was here. Wandering the city of Adalrich, his flaming eyes darting to and fro at the gold and silver and marble buildings. It was a beautiful city, he had to admit. Even if it was way to easy for someone who couldn't fly to fall to a very messy death. Do to this rather easy chance of dying from falling, Daren stayed a prudent distance from the edge of anything that stared out over the land with a very long, very lethal, drop. It wasn't a fear of heights, he supposed. It was more of a fear of falling, despite the fact that even if he did fall he could turn himself into something made completely of fire that could either fly or wouldn't be affected by crashing to the earth. Still, that knowledge didn't make him any more eager to tempt fate and stand too close to an edge. As he walked, the seraphim native to the city gave him odd looks. Daren was, after all, an unusual occurrence in a city so secluded and isolated.

Thus Daren wandered the city...and got himself lost. He didn't mean to. He had truly and honestly meant to stay within sight of the house that was offering him shelter and protection(mostly). But he had been too busy staring at the city around him to notice where his feet where taking him, and by the time he realized night had fallen, it was too late. Muttering curses under his breath, Daren looked about for a familiar building or landmark or something that could point him in the right direction. The house was comfortable, safe. The city, alone, at night, probably wasn't. The whole, 'sleeping in a random part of a city' thing bothered him. He had done it before(quite comfortably) and he'd do it again. What bothered him was that he was in a strange city, whose inhabitants could all use magic in various degrees, and if he stumbled upon one that could use fire magic who didn't like him, things would go badly. Very, very badly. Eventually, however, he gave up. There was no way he'd be able to retrace his path, and setting off in a random direction was more likely to work against him. Thus, with a few more curses(just to make himself feel better), Daren resignedly chose a spot relatively out of the way of the main city traffic, and set about watching the stars above him and wondering, what possessed him to follow the group that with the man that had threatened to kill him. Woman...both? Regardless, the person had implied a very painful death of being burned alive, or drowning himself to stop the pain, by shadow flames. For all his bravado, Daren was wary of someone who could wield that power. Namely because he liked living. He was still wondering when sleep finally claimed him, the stars twinkling above his sleeping form.

Daren was promptly awoken by a boot in the ribs. Groaning, he began to speak. "What the h-oof!" Only to be abruptly cut off by another boot. "Get up and leave, cretin. You happen to be sleeping on my property." A rather haughty voice ordered. Grumbling and climbing to his feet, Daren glared at the Seraphim who had so rudely awoken him so early in the morning. "I was lost and had no where else to-" The seraphim cut him off. "I don't care. Leave. Now." Biting his tongue on a few choice words and reminding himself that this city was filled with magic users, Daren complied. A few minutes later, and he was still lost. "Now where do I go from here...."

WitchChild said
It was also going to be something to give my character a drive to do something other than just learning magic but means to get more godstone and ways to mend the sword. He doesn't want to have a broken prison as a weapon where the prisoner is trying to kill him at a daily basis. Not to mention tormenting him through nights via visions of a giant snake devouring the world. And then there is the weight that it's the character´s responsibility to carry the sword due to family sense of honor and what not.

Fine. Let it be a broken prison. Let it be tormenting nightmares. Let it be weight of responsibility and what not.

One condition.

One: It's a normal sword. The part holding the demon will be a cracked Gem in the hilt that can't be repaired through any known way. It's not a magic slaying sword, it's not a godstone sword. It's simply a a sword with a demon in it that's really pissed at being trapped, and has now found a way to try and work his way free.

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