Thorjen Verse 5.2 Choosing a company (Pt.2)

Thorjen

“…”

“My Prince …c-can you hear me?”

“Who-who are you?”

“Prince? Is that you? Why have you left us? You left us to die by that monsters hand. What did we do to deserve that? Why do you hate is.”

“Wh-what are you talking about? My name is Thorjen, and why can’t I see you.”

“Thorjen? Who is that. Prince you need to remember who you are. I can’t stay hidden for long. He will find us. The devourer is coming and he only wants to use you.”

“I don’t understand who is this devourer? And why do you keep calling me Prince?”

“ it is your birthright. You are his son after-all, you are the son of…”.

“Hey! Where did you go? Hellloooo where are you.”

Thorjen heard a soft sounding bell echoing through the darkness. In the foggy smog he saw a golden staff with the ornament of a moon placed on its top. The bizarre staff was twirling on its lonesome within the shroud of darkness. He felt a growing ominous presence as he watched the staff spinning on its axis, slow and almost mesmerizing. Caught in an unbreakable trance now, Thorjen could only surrender to the feeling of being handled like a puppet

Moments later the darkness subsided and Thorjen was standing in a very well dressed room,

“Ahh! So-so deep! Fuck me harder nyaaaa…mhmm…nhggg.”

*creaking bed*

*plap-plap-plap*

Thorjen nervily twisted around on his heels. He saw two sweat covered bodies going at it aggressively. The broad frame back of the man was facing him. He had lavishly green hair which fell down his back. He also carried a braided ponytail. He felt a sickening feeling seeing him, there was only one Elf he knew who had green hair like that.

“Harder Marco ahhhhh y-your cock…it’s so g-g-g-gooooooood <3.”

Marco slammed his rod into the crying woman over and over again. Thorjen felt his heart ache with each loud echo of their flesh slapping together. The woman who was currently being shielded by Marco’s broad body was wailing uncontrollably. There was a growing fear within Thorjens chest. He didn’t want to believe it, but the more he heard those animalistic wails the more certain it was from a voice he knew.

‘What...what the fuck..”

“STOP!” He roared

Marco’s piston froze. Then he slowly twisted his gaze over his shoulder. Thorjen felt an immeasurable surge of rage once their eyes met. Marco smiled at him, that familiar mocking smile he always carried.

“Stop what? You’re too weak to do anything. And does it matter who this is? I’m going to...fuck them all.”

Marco turned the women he had pinned down to face Thorjen, although her eyes were covered with a blindfold. He recognized Threyja instantly

“ARGHHHH! ROARRRRR!”

A guttural roar burst free from Thorjen, this wasn’t the first time he had felt darkness swelling past its breaking point. All the rage in his bones finally exploded fourth. There was a fall of madness which broke the entire dream into pieces. Thorjen saw a bright pale light blinding his gaze. When the dream finally faded, he found himself back in the familiar white room again. Staring at the ceiling before him.

That dream...out of all the nightmares he had encountered recently, that was one was surely one of the worst. His breathing slowly returned to normal but by instinct he found his hands clutching at the clothes around his chest.

‘What the fuck...What kind of nightmare was that...w-wait, was that M-Marco?’

He felt a terrible premonition looming for some odd reason. And suddenly all he wanted to do was make sure Threyja was alright.

*Knock-knock-knock*

Thorjen was startled by the sounds of the arriving visitor on the outside. He nervously kept his thoughts quiet before peering against the door inquisitively. Someone was clearly present on the other side, but whom it was, he wasn’t entirely sure.

“You going to invite me in or what” He heard a slightly arrogant and yet familiar voice say from behind the door. Thorjens eyes perked up whilst he drew a curvaceous figure with pink ears in his mind

“Ah y-yes come in.” He responded

The door creaked open allowing two people inside. One was a strikingly beautiful beast woman, with a tall, buxom figure. Dressed in revealing adventurer styled clothing. Her outfit had slightly changed from yesterday but he could still see her soft skin, thick shaped thighs and more alluringly. Those two lovely bouncing mounds of flesh she carried in front of her. Thorjen recalled her name was Ness.

His gaze forcefully peeled away from her and settled on the stranger her saw begrudgingly following her. A short middle aged man with bald spots against his scalp. He was dressed in dark robes and carried a noticeably large sized book underneath his arm. Thorjen’s eyes remained glued intently on the book itself. Although he wasn’t quite sure why that was. He also noticed a few silver spatial rings wrapped around the gents fingers.

“Good morning sleepy head. How was your rest within this dump” Ness teased.

Thorjen was slightly stunned for a few moments but he regained himself and creased a friendly smile as he replied.

“I’ve had better. B-but good morning.” His face beamed with rays of sunshine despite the lingering remnants of the previous nights dream settled within him. Ness was slightly surprised by something and looked as though her cheeks turned red before she removed her slightly wavering gaze away. Clearing her throat she said.

“Ahem! Well then…that’s good. Ni-nice smile.”

Thorjen thought he heard her wrong, feeling a little unsure of how to respond to that. Luckily however the weird atmosphere was broken by the sounds of someone clearing their throat in an exaggerated manner. All eyes fell towards the fellow trailing Ness from behind.

“Miss Nesselda, can we speed this up. I am a busy man after all. And if her majesty gets wind that I’m here…I’m done for.” The fellow said

“Quit your whining we’ve only just got here. Ergh! You just cant get the service you need these days. Anyway Thorfin was it?”

“Thorjen.”

“So I was right then? Anyway listen, for reasons I can’t outwardly admit too. We have a mutual friend that has agreed that I Nesselda, Golden Ranked knight shall be your knights tutor for the foreseeable future. How lucky are you ey? You fall on your face, end up here and a swan lays a golden egg on your lap. Fufufu the Guardians must’ve marked you.” Ness teases.

“Ahem! Miss Nesselda pardon my rudeness. But you don’t expect me not to know that this request came from the prince-“

The fellows words choked in his throat whilst Ness placed a deep scowl upon him. Rendering the fellow into silence. “Now then as I was saying before being rudely interrupted.” She said giving the fellow another disapproving glare.

“You will be my squire for now. But there are a lot of boring rules that come with it. I wont bore you to **** with them, instead I’ll cut to the important parts. We have to form this weird oath as student and master. It’s nothing too weird so don’t worry, but it is needed unfortunately.

Secondly, where you were supposed to have received a plethora of offers from companies. You unsurprisingly received 0, and another one of the Queens laws is that all squires must join a company. It also helps with taking quests and earning coin. But as I’ve mentioned before you are a lucky one. Thanks to our ‘ahem’ mutual friend. We managed to call in some favors. And this is where Chapman comes in...go on chapman. Your turn”

Thorjen had an idea the chapman fellow wasn’t keen on any of this by the looks of it. He eventually did take a step forward, large book in hand and a very unwelcoming face formed against his mask.

“Sigh! Alright listen, considering most of the company scouts think you passed the exam by a matter of luck. They ain’t alone to be honest…” he whispered. He received a firm punch against his shoulder for that comment.

Ouch! Alright I get it- ahem anyway it’s nothing short of a miracle that after making some promises, you received 1 offer let alone 4 in principle! The next steps are pretty simple, place your hand over the sigil of the company you choose. And you’ll have pledged an oath to becoming a member.

Here are the choices…

*Once Different Routes unlock-Guild choice will change*

1. Dao of Hope & Harmony – Syrillian Ironwood

1. Dao of Chaos – (Personal request) The academy behind the sleeping hills. Magicborne

1. Elsyian Ramhorn

1. The Broken Shields of Gondolia

Thorjen scanned the names more than thrice over. He felt his heart beating wildly in his chest, he couldn’t hold back the sheer excitement gleaming across his face whilst looking over the very names that could be the start of his destiny. He wasn’t sure where to even start. But amongst the illustrious glowing badges against the pages. One in particular seemed to be calling out to him.

‘The academy…behind the sleeping hill? How mysterious.’ He used his finger to trace the sigil beside the name.

“Oh so you like that one…interesting very interesting.” Chapman said thumbing his briskly chin.

“Out of all the offers, personally that one I know the least about. Although…thinking about it it kind of makes sense your interests are aligned that way.” He explained

“and why is that?”

“Well because the Company leader is an Elf.”