From early on.. Khatardak had always been a peaceful empire... Although ranging with many of different species and races, such as humans, orcs and elves, that still didn't make them divided as their own. Rather they unite under a flag, under the same means... For peace and for unity. Currently, the leader of this empire is none other than Queen Azelia, the 28 years old female human. From outside, she has white skin, not too pale but nearly as white as snow. She also got a beautiful pair of purple eyes and orange long straight hair. She domest have any scars on her which made more people took a liking upon her. Shes gentle and caring, as reported and said by her maids and servants. Now, is the 4th year of her ruling empire.. And for now, all citizens, humans and elves alike, and others too, are grateful to be ruled under her. And of course, she's single and doesn't have any love interest yet as she's more focused on making sure the empire is stable in all aspects.
But things aren't always going to be all sunshine and rainbow. Far away from the kingdom main city centre, deep inside the Karlian Forest. A bit shiny silver portal emerged.. It size isn't any bigger than a giant boulder.. But it's quite circle enough.. The portal doesn't show what's on the other side, so it just shows like a silver circle is levitating on the ground.. The forest in contrast, is filled with different type of species.. Mostly animals like rabbits, elephants and all alike....
After 6 seconds the portal opened, a man emerged from the portal and jumped to the forest side before accidentally trip on a small rock. Just as all his body parts leaving the portal, the portal immediately closed and disappeared.
"Ah crap", the man said as he carefully stood up back and fixing back his helmet, before looking around. "I'm here I guess".
The Man was wearing nothing but a metal armour coated in gold colour, covering his body from collar bone to waist but his arms. The man also wore a periskelis, covering from his waist until just up of his knees. On the head, he's wearing a Spartan helmet with it's noticeable red brush on the top, the brush is facing forward, so it looked like the helmet has a mohawk. On his right, held a spear. Wooden spear with it's pointy being metal.
The man looked around, left and right, up and down, trying to accommodate himself with this new strange world.. However, he didn't seems really surprised, as his gaze looks nothing but a tired man. The man yawns and covered his mouth with his left palm before blinking and let down some sleepy tears off of his eyes.
"Urgh... I guess I'm the recon now eh? What the heck does Khardanki think?.. Tch. Gotta do my job after all", the man complained. He stretched his back, turning left and right before prepared himself in a fighting stance, lowering his body a bit, bending his knees and shoved his spear forward in case any enemies come around him. He walked slowly, in the forest, luckily it was afternoon so nearly everything is visible to him, at least on his vision. Yet even if he can see things clearly, that doesn't mean he never can be too careless.
For hours, he walked in the jungle, slowly but surely, he didn't even know where is he heading, he just let the fate guide him to a nearby city.. While walking, he saw and observed the nature of the jungle, the exotic flora and fauna and of course, the beautiful view of blue mountains for far away, topped with snows.. In his mind, he remembered what his home was supposed to look like, the Parthenon, and of course, Mount Olympus. The man sighed deeply, showing his feelings of longing and missing his home, but he knew well, that he's here for a greater purpose.
It was nearly sunset already, marking it is dusk now and it will be night time in no time. The man looked around, and knew well he's fucked up, walking around in the forest for nearly 6 hours and is hardly ever a percent of a way out from here. Without wasting time, he put down his spear, and gripped a branch of the nearest tree on his left. Thankfully, the tree isn't as higher as he is, making it easier for him to snap the branch off from the tree. He took the branch and snapped it again two, and rub them against each other harsh and fast, before a spark ignited. He covered the spark with his hands before slowly blowing the spark to make it bigger, to which he successfully did it.
"Fuh, that wasn't so hard", the man said as soon as he saw the fire created and he wiped his forehead with his right back hand. "Now I just got to sleep here and just hope no wildlifes will disturb my peace time.. Though I need to eat something now". He felt his stomach grumbled a bit.. It's not that he's too hungry, just he need to eat something so his stomach can be satisfied.
Quickly, he stood up and backed away from the flame, turned around, before noticing a lone rabbit in front of a bush. He swiftly took his spear and threw it before the rabbit died by got impaled by the spear on its neck. "Guess I'm still as sharp as ever", the man complimented himself and let's out a warm smile. He quickly took back his spear, with the dead rabbit just glued on the pointy end. He immediately rub the rabbit to make it cleaner than it looked before, but it didn't make it any safer to eat.
He just picked off the rabbit fur one by one, and yeah, it took him just 12 minutes before he got quickly bored with it, even though he wasn't done picking the fur off. "Fuck this, this is just pointless.", he said a bit angrily before just holding his spear on top of the flame he created earlier and just wait the rabbit looked edible enough to eat. "Can't wait to taste you", the man said with an obvious hint of hunger and non patience.
After 23 minutes of roasting the rabbit and barely any patience on him, he immediately too his spear before ravaging the meal. Hungrily. He ate it quick as he can barely waits for another minute of cooking and letting his hunger over consume him. Each bite, each chew, is a sign of his hunger controlling him. He's a man but the way he eats the meal, it looked like no man but a predator. A wild predator which ate its prey like crazy.
"Fuh. That was a good one. Even though spiceless and bland, it still taste great", he said while slapping his full stomach slowly. He stretched his back for a bit before yawning and lay on the harsh dirt ground with nothing to cover his head but his helmet and both his palms acting as a pillow for him. Without wasting time, he closes his eyes and slept on the ground peacefully.
The next morning, he was awoken by nothing but a ray of sunshine directly on his face. Making him quite blinded by it before moving away a bit to his left and avoiding the direct sunlight. He opened his eyes and was quite shocked to see 2 elves, a male and a female watching over him and destroying his fireplace with just a simple kick from the female elf.
The male elf was wearing a green robe wrapping his left shoulder to his waist below. Under the robe, he was wearing a quite thick layer of thin and sew through clothes, making him fully covered with it and not sew through. On his right hand, he was holding a long wooden stick with an emerald levitating on top of the stick. The male elf, with his white skin, pointy ears and blue eyes smiled warmly on the spartan warrior, clearly not knowing why is the warrior here.
"Brother, why are you sleeping on the ground? Isn't it bad for your human body? Come, stranger. Let me help you stand up", the male elf said with friendly tone and offered his left arm to support the spartan to stand up.
"I've been watching you since last night. You slept quite peacefully... On the ground. I got to respect that. But, I don't think you're just a normal adventurer", the female elf, with her green eyes looked down upon the spartan with a bit of disgusted and confused intent.
"With that weapon of yours, and that helmet, it might means you're a soldier... However, never have I ever seen any Khatardak soldier has that attire of yours", the female turned completely to the spartan and prepared her left sword on the handle of her sword resting on its sheathe on her left waist.