It was been a couple of days since Renard has returned to the Royal Capitol from the Annual Flower Fete in Raque and he was eager to get back to work. This eager enthusiasm reached the point where the second a new mission came through the doors of the Crimson Lion's headquarters he volunteered it. This turned out to be a mistake. As the mission was being explained to him, Renard started to get excited. Aiding an archeological group? Interesting! Bringing back a sword that was found to the museum in the Royal Capital? Very cool! That has been found out in the Forsaken Region? That part was not so cool.The realisation hit hard as he realised that he has yet to get a broom, starting to dread this mission, but remembered that he recently obtained a new spell that could help despite it could take a couple of days of travel. Renard gets the location of the digsite and starts to prepare for the trip, packing up a tent along with some bread and some jerky, enough to last three days. "Maybe four days if i strictly ration it" he thought to himself, making sure to preseve the food in his pack. As soon as he as everything packed, including a map and a compass, Renard makes his way out of the Royal Capital, making sure to walk past the museum in order to make sure that he knew the location. By the time the young shadow mage reached the gate of the city, the midday sun was in its zenith causing Renard to curse at himself for taking so long to prepare and wasting time and rush out a few munites out from the city.



Walking out off the main road and onto a dirt road heading North-east toward an open field. Looking back to back sure that he wasn't being followed, the young mage took out his grimoire and open the 'Book of Shadows', a name he gave it not long after receiving it. Opening his book of spells to the appropriate page, causing him to smile with eagerness at the thought of trying out his new spells. "Come to me! Shadow Drake!" Renard calls out. As soon as he finishes speaking, he notices his shadow spreading out around him and before a winged creature rushes out of the shadow. As the creature circled the skies, spreading its wings, Renard can not help but smile widely at the sight of this black winged wyvern soaring freeing above him. Feeling the link between the shadowy golem and himself, Renard wills the wyvern to in front of him, a puff of dust and dirt kicking up a the golem lands and putting its full form on display. Almost as soon as the draconic golem settles on the the ground, the hazel haired mage secured his backpack to himself and climb onto the back of his golem, trying to get a comfortable sitting position. The moment the young rider was settled on his wyvern back, the beast shot up towards the clear blue skies, the uplift combined with the rush of adrenaline corsing through Renard's viens causing him to let out a scream of exhilaration as they level out and fly towards the dig site.



As the archaeological site is in sight of Renard, the sun started to caress the horizon, preparing to set and end the day. Urging the draconic ride onward for a landing, Renard arrived and the edge of a group of tents, the sight of the wyvern causing a few of workers to let out a small yelps of fear and surprise. Straightening himself up, Renard shaked off the fatigue in his legs from the flight before being led to the largest tent by a sheepish young lad. Opening the flap of the tent, Renard is greeted with the sight of half a dozen people in long lab coats hovering over various items that were dug up and unearthed from pots to stone tablets. In the center of the tent lay a table which had a surface that had been manipulated with Earth magic to create a 3 dimensional map of the site and, hovering over the table, was a woman giving out ordering and instructions to the other researchers around her. Once the team dispersed, the young mage stepped forward and performed the three finger salute of the Magic Knight Squads. "Crimson Lion Delivery Service at your...well, your service!" Renard said ending the salute, sensing that things had gotten awkard standing there. "I'm here to deliver a newly discovered sword to the museum". With barely an acknowledgement, the head archeologist signalled to one of my collegues who handed the boy package in the shape of a sword wrapped in parchment and cloths. Once the transfer is made, Renard exits the tent and made his way out of the archeological site and towards a field he had spotted upon his descent earlier where the young man could set up the tent for the night.


WC: 840

Mana: 75/115


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