<em>Over the past two weeks Akribos has been on a ship and has landed up to date with most of the other "dreamers" so to speak.</em><br/><br/>As the ship sound its announcement of the landed, Akribos stood slowly in his cabin room, his eyes slowly opening from his position on the floor as he sat in prayer to his goddess of pain and suffering, Tureal only honored those like him for their loyalty. Being a goddess of shere torture and pain, it is obvious why one would be paranoid, though if it helped Akribos reach the goal he was hunting, to find this....Angnhil being. He truely just wanted to stop running, he wanted his immortality to be set in stone only without the constant hiding his face, covering himself in the slums of the world. When Zeus laid at his feet with his spear from the old and long dead titan, though to most it looked like an old spear that was outdated with the weapons now developed, though the ability to never be broken let him to keep it. Obviously a spear that could not be snapped since it held a wood handle would be very valuable since it would make the weapon light as well.<br/><br/>Grabbing his spear he hung his shield over his right shoulder so it would rest over his back, though his large cloak covered the large shield well, and his sword on his belt's front was hidden under the cloaks, and the helm remained in the rucksack under his shield on his back. Of course the Cat-O-Nines that Tureal had given him in the dream rested inside his shield so that he could lash out with it when he did a shield bash, the metal ends of the small whip like weapon would hook around into the victim, very brutal. Making his face be still covered with the DishDash on his head and the thick cloth beanie that hell over his short cropped hair, which was odd in itself. The scar over the side of his head caused there to be little hair that grew where his scar was, yet he still wore it out to emphasize the scars he wore, it was his mark of pride, he would be damned if someone tried to change him. His body was enormous as he exited his room and was greeted with a large crowd that he really did tower over. Staring at the people as they waited to leave the boat Akribos sighed and shook his head.<br/><br/>Glaring at the dock they arrived at, he had felt them head north, now he knew why. They where in Boston, not farther south as Akribos had been told. Walking towards the captain, Akribos looked at the man with his bright blue eyes, his emotions obvious as he glared at the man with a slight growl in his throat. "Captain, we were suppose to land in Florida, why the hell are we so far north?" The captain shrugged as many of the passenger1's gleamed at the chance to see the new town, Akribos growled and pushed the smaller man from his way and headed towards the harbor, shoving most of the people to his side to move through faster than a half a step per minute.<br/><br/>'Redwood, California.....That is were the few are headed, but where in the hell would they be until then? Dammit Tureal and her riddles, often annoyed Akribos, but the goddess could have just carved a map on his groin if she really wanted to find out his thoughts on her directions. Holding back any ill will thoughts Akribos replayed the dream in his head as he ducked away from the main road and into and alleyway while he though adjusting his gear, leaving his large bare torso exposed except of course for his armor covering his left shield arm and neck as well as his shoulder. Groaning as his head began to hurt Akribos snapped his head up and smelled the air, he thought he had caught something, just a faint scent of something, his animalistic nature seemed to help when the Olympians stench was around, though he wasn't sure how far that could have been from, after all he was in a harbor. Glaring around him he remained in the alleyway, holding his spear like a walking stick while he pondered where to begin until he realized that the riddle was not even a riddle, she had failed to mention it.<br/><br/>As soon as that thought entered his mind it seemed like he just been stabbed in the liver from behind, his body dropping from the shock of it while he grit his teeth and sucked in a deep breath, he was wrong. The dream came back vividly as the map was stabbed into his back, and though he was given the blessing of a million years and more to train his body to feel no pain, the goddess Tureal could cause that pain to drop him within seconds which by mortal weapons would take a damn ballast to his stomach to cause this type of agony. Groaning as he dropped his spear to his side and coughed as he held his stomach and snarled out his eyes shining a bright deep blue color, as though his eyes were full of mist as he grit his teeth harder. His hands on his stomach while he clenched his teeth. He really hated that he had vowed to serve Tureal in the way he did, her death meant his failure, hence his death as well. The life that the goddess had was connected to his soul and maybe one other on the known earth, if she died, they both would die as well. The price of guardians is that if the god/goddess died, there was no reason for them to exist anymore, Akribos would never allow Tureal to die, no matter the cost, since he was as loyal, it was no doubt why Tureal loved to make him suffer so. For her it was damn foreplay and a turn on, if only Akribos felt the same way.<br/><br/>The pain subsided for a moment as the location for his first target to watch was given to him as he stood slowly and looked down the alleyway, retrieving his spear as he coughed and leaned on his spear and moved from the harbor to the city, his target was clear, he would be there in days, the god's forgive whoever tried to stop him on the way there.