The Fort Of Kariont
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Sarpi began to trot together with his men towards the allied stronghold, 15 minutes later they could see what you could barely call a fort. A tall, crumbling wooden structure, together with a wooden wall, covered in mold and decay, as if it were an abandoned structure.
As they got closer, Sarpi began to wonder whether it was indeed allied territory, his doubt being resolved moments later when an arrow nearly pierced his ear.
He gave a startling jump and shouted as loudly as he could:
_I'm Sarpi! we come to help you! let us come from the guard next to Terpandro!
The archer on top of the keep, left the firing position and went to warn someone, soon Sarpi and his men heard shouts and with difficulty the gigantic wooden gate of the keep opened enough for them to pass one by one.
Upon entering, Sarpi saw above the fortress, red letters written: The Fort of Kariont (2500).
As he glanced over the warriors he saw, he found that they were all weaker than his men, their numbers averaging 80-100.
He had discovered some time ago that this was the power level of individuals, including mental abilities, martial skills, etc. all added together.
His power level had risen from 125 to 150 after learning the basics of reading, sums and basic military strategies.
He had his head away, when he focused, he realized he had just entered a dimly lit room, where a short man with a shaggy white beard and an old hag's face, uglier than the worst of Tartar's demons stared at him with a somewhat disconcerting interest.
_So you are Sarpi? uhmmmm! handsome boy! where does this handsome prince come from?
It was the first time Sarpi had gone through something like this. He was between pulling out his rusty Romphaia, or running away screaming for help. He wasn't afraid of that decrepit old man, far from it, he was stronger in power level than the weird one, but inside, his instincts screamed for him to do something fast.
It was said and done, still with a smirk on his face, the bearded weirdo got up from his chair, and came with his hands outstretched as if he was trying to run them over Sarpi's face.
Sarpi was still a shark, his soul was still that of a being feared in the seven seas. As the perverse Santa Claus approached, Sarpi's eyes darkened, and teeth after teeth appeared inside his entire mouth, lining up neatly in every possible space.
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