leaning down to the dew covered grass, setting a knee into the moist green of the ground covering, the water crept into the intricate bindings of the pants he wore. his knee soon pressed deeply into the ground, the only thing seperating his skin from the dirt being the black layer of clothes. a shimmering object grazed against the grass, droplets of water clinging to the metal blade, the perfection of the steel being amplified through the distortion that the water created over the mettalic edge. a soft sigh escaped the lips of our would be hero, the one who would rule the story hence forth. rising from the ground, the chirping of his armor touching together was a sign that it needed to be cleaned and sorted. he didn't have such liberties, when traveling you hardly ever had the time to fix your personal items. the other thing you could concern yourself with was your blade, the saving grace when it came down to battle. the one thing that might keep you from being slayed.

hannibal's weapon was nothing special, he had long since lost all magical items or left them behind. he didn't feel a need to carry such things anymore. his weapons consisted of a orcish-made broad sword, and two sickles. the sickles he had owned since he was a boy and the sword ment nothing to him. his previously purchased sword shattered when he attempted to split the skull of of an orc who was hunting him. managing to kill the orc with the remaining splintered blade, he decided to take the orc bounty hunters prided weapon and use it for himself. unlike most orc weapondry this was not crude or badly made. this weapon almost looked human, its silver sign reflecting the sun, a sight that was almost blinding. it was just another sword he would use until it broke, which would most likely be soon considering the ammount of combat hannibal found himself engaged in.

life was simple as of late, hannibal had lived a long life and although he didn't feel old, he had aged from his younger days. he spent his time now as a rouge, scouring what parts of the world he hadn't visited yet. his lover, krisis, had bid him farewell on her own quest which she chose not to involve him in. some sort of ritual to her family, she never shared much with him in that area. her family was a touchy subject, and hannibal never dug too deep. he missed her embrace, and when she left he decided he would leave too. it had been months since he had seen her, and he missed her very much.