Edge of Metus

Walking down one of Metus's more busy road, Letum Orel, brother to Morte Orel who was a black smith and own a shop down towards the end of the long road, Letum was carrying a large box of raw ore from a local vender that owned a store about ten miles from the closest mines. The box was heavy enough, but not too heavy for Letum, who was built of a fair stature, and stood a good head over most of the men in the city and possessed great strength, mostly due to working the metals at his brother's store and at his old home on the outskirts of Metus, where his father held a blacksmith at and created amazing works of armor and weapons, which is where Letum's armor and warhammer were forged. He smirked as he had his helmet inside of the box also, the last thing he needed was his helmet on during the hotter months, he sighed as he still wore his warhammer on his back and fully adorned in his armor, although it wasn't the best of his father's work, it was still able to defend him at times when Metus was attacked by monsters. He nodded his head to the passer-by's, some who he was familiar with due to them making orders at the blacksmith shot, which was one of many, he neared his brother's workshop just as he heard screams coming from across the city, farther down the road he was currently on, and screams from that direction only meant one thing.......monsters.

Letum handed the box to his brother, Morte who hadn't had Letum's strength and nearly dropped the box as he struggled to hold the heavy ore, as he looked in the general direction of the screams he heard screams and cries yelling and warning of a horde of goblins and orcs, common attackers of Metus. Letum sighed as he withdrew his helmet from the box, and took his warhammer from across his back, his brother looked at him. "Letum, hold fast, let me retrieve my armor and weapon to join you."Morte cried out to Letum, but his words found no ground as Letum was already on his way down the street, moving in a jog, it wasn't too long before he found his first enemy, a large orc wearing leather armor and a broadsword. "Then I guess your first then." He smiled as he charged the orc, who had noticed him and raised his sword in the air and gave a mighty roar as it charged for Letum, to the orc's surprise, Letum was agile on his feet as he lept forward suddenly and brought his hammer around and swiped the orc away with a mighty blow, which surely crushed the ribs and broken the arm of the beast. He would find his next target(s) just running out of a ransack leather and cloth clothing shop, he quickly charged the creatures, taking them off guard as he swung his mighty warhammer and scrambled the goblin kin, more than two had taken the hit and flew into the marble buildings, another one tried to run away from the large figure that was Letum, but was quickly squashed by his hammer as he beat it down upon the goblin. Letum was in such a battle state that he didn't notice a orc wielding a spear in its pits, exit another shop, upon seeing its fleeing comrads, it took the spear and charged Letum, who was turned away.

A sharp pain filled him as the orc's spear found its way into the shoulder of Letum, he cried out and turned around quickly which startled the orc into releasing its grasp on the spear, he brought his hammer around to swing at the orc but it was too late as his brother cut the bastard in half with his greatsword. "I told you to wait Letum."Letum laughed but soon fell to one knee and reached for the spear imbedded in his shoulder, Morte quickly rushed to him and yanked the spear loose. "Damn orc knifed me good eh?"Letum laughed again but a little sarcastically, Morte quickly called for a healer as he took off his younger brother's breast-plate, he called again for a healer and then moved towards the scattered leather and cloth garments, he ripped them quickly and tied them around te wound on Letum's back. "You fool I told you to wait!!"Raising his voice he quickly slapped Letum upside the head as he took off the helmet, letum grunted as he was hit by his brother, who may not have been as tall as him, but was wider built. "Sorry brother."A healer quickly rushed to Letum, who seemed to be one of many wounded, luckily the rest of the band of orc and goblin were chased out of Metus by the city guards, Morte backed off as he watched his brother's wounds get mended by the healer. "Give the wound a few days to fully heal, and you'll be back to your strength."The healers words didn't really mean much to Letum, although he knew he'd have to take it easy or risk opening the wound again, he still had to be active to carry large loads around the shop and to forge much needed weapons and armor. The healer walked to Morte and pulled him away from Letum, he looked back at Letum then turned back to Morte and leaned in close. "A normal person with such a wound would've not been able to hold that large warhammer your brother carries around, so try and keep him out of armor and away from that weapon."Morte nodded as he looked to his younger brother and sighed, the doctor patted him on the back and walked away, Morte could only stand there and look at his younger brother.

After a day of resting, Letum Orel stood outside of the blacksmith shop during the night, he sighed as the wound on his back still would upset him from time to time, although it wasn't as bad as a day earlier, it was still pretty sore. Thanks to a few runs back to the healer, he had gotten better over the course of a day due to his persistance, the wound was sealed and stitched and also mended as every three hours he would go back and see the healer, at the moment he had bandages on his upper torso but he was also clad in his full battle armor, his warhammer on his back and helmet on his head. Letum was planning on leaving for a while, he had somewhere to go as he sighed a hoped that he wouldn't regret his desicion, he as going to go worship his god, which his brother could lose buisness by, he was going to Raghu, God of Death. Raghu was his god, the works of Raghu were legendary, hearding countless souls to damnation, and even coming upon many famous warriors who had been slain in battle, he would pray to him so that his death would also be glorious. He left the part of Metus he was in and headed for the Parthenon of Raghu.
(exit to Temple of Raghu)

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