Venquariath Am'shoul tez Lir-Krunez, the fifth son of Lord Krunez sighed. He was annoyed of this place already, even before he had the time to look around.<br/><br/>Wearing a simple outfit,  plain white cloth, leather boots and leather wristguards. Over his back, his blade was strapped, easy to reach for him, from years of practice. In a holster on his right hip, a dual barrelled flintlock pistol waited for him.<br/><br/><em>"Learn how to behave, they said... Learn to be a true noble, they said... Noble my ass, this place looks more boring than an innkeeper's daughter who is a virgin at the age of fifty..."</em>, he thought.<br/><br/>He took a look around, his eyes glowing in the bright blue that marked him as a member of the Krunez bloodline. He sighed again, and picked up the bag his sister had given to him. It surely contained a few bits of clothing, maybe some food, but nothing more. Especially nothing from his father. Or gold. Or something to drink. Right now, he would sure fancy a drink. Or maybe two or five. Brought to him by that one, cute waitress in the "Tavern of the Rising Sun".<br/><br/>He grinned upon the memory, a roguish, cheeky grin, that grew even bigger when he remembered her courtesy after that rather large tip. It was a special courtesy she offered him, later that night, after she was off work.<br/><br/>All of a sudden, his eyes turned into a shade of deeper blue. The grin was wiped from his face, and he started sniffing. He knelt down, running his fingers over the ground.<br/><br/>Lots of creatures passed here recently, all kind of creatures. Some he knew how their trail looked and felt like, others he never encountered before. His eyes followed the path they must have been taking, and he thought that it might be an idea to follow them. After all, there was not much more he could do.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Shauku, the Endbringer, the Dark Soul, the Skinflayer, Eater of Dreams and Destroyer of Hopes, took a deep breath, a sensation he had to get used to now, and stepped through the portal that was opened by the Gods of Justice and Light. Oh, how much he hated and despised them...<br/><br/>The passage made him dizzy and was nauseating. He was perfectly used to travel through time and space, in way no mortal being could ever imagine. His mind was, his new body instead was not. He was thrown out of the portal's exit, violently, as if the path was eager to get rid of his precence as fast as possible.<br/><br/>He smashed into the back of a young man, maybe in the mid of his twenties, almost toppling him over.<br/><br/><strong>"What the..."</strong>, Ven gasped as someone crashed into him. he caught himself quickly, and spun around.<br/><br/>He saw another young man, dressed in elaborate black and golden robes, with.. horns emerging from his back. The other one was smaller than him, about half of a head, and looked like he could be blown away by a stiff breeze. His skin was darker than Ven's own, with an almost golden shimmer on it.<br/><br/><strong>"Excuse me, but do you mind to watch the the bloody hell you are going?"</strong>, he snapped at the other guy.<br/><br/>Shauku stared at the human, and was more than disgusted.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">"Do you even know who I am, you filthy creature?"</span>he hissed. He took a step forward, glaring at Ven.<br/><br/><strong>"Not really. And besides... do I look like I care, you clumsy fool?"</strong>Ven shot back, clearly not impressed by the little man.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">"I am Shauku, the Endbringer, Destroyer of..."</span>Shauku started, only to get interrupted by a voice only he could hear.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">"Be careful, Shauku"</span>, the voice said.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">"Remember your dealing with the Gods."</span><br/><br/>Shauku snarled, and looked at the being which was standing behind him.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">"I know, Sera. You do not have to remind me even now."</span><br/><br/>The being called Sera chuckled, but remained silent.<br/><br/>Ven raised a brow. Was that odd guy really talking to the air behind him, he wondered.<strong>"Erm, excuse me, sire Endbringer, but are you ok? It seems like you have knocked your head on something..."</strong><br/><br/>Shauku stared at Ven.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">"It does not matter, mortal."</span><br/><br/>Ven shrugged.<strong>"Right then, all good, all fancy..."</strong>, he said.<em>"Weird guy... maybe he had too much sun..."</em>he thought.<strong>"So, you're here to study too?"</strong>he continued, trying to start a conversation.<br/><br/>But he got no response of the weird one who called himself Shauku, and thus, some kind of awkward silence came up.