Solan's Gift - snowfalloverheaven - Rogue Lineage (Roblox) [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

He shook his head, dismissing the thought.
"Whatever, I'm used to the cold. I used that icy plain he created to my advantage!" With renewed determination, he stood up and climbed a small ledge, finding himself back at the start of the Cardinal Crossing bridge.
This time, he decided to be more cautious about whom he encountered.
As he crossed the bridge, he marveled at the intricate carvings and the sound of the waves crashing below. Finally, he reached the end of the crossing and was greeted by the bustling market of Sentinel.

His eyes widened in amazement at the vibrant stalls and lively crowd.
"Oh wow! I've never been here before," he exclaimed, taking in the sights and sounds.
He noticed a cyan humanoid samurai meditating on a bench nearby.
Intrigued, he approached the samurai, hoping for some guidance.

He wandered into the first shop he found, just to the left of the unresponsive samurai.
"Hello?" he called out, stumbling inside the kiosk.
The tiny place was dimly lit, with various items displayed haphazardly.
He spotted two pieces of clothing: a wizard cloak and a mage's robe.

Next to the clothing was a table with a cauldron, and price tags indicating the cost of the items.
"15 and 35 silver for these? I don't think I have that much with me at the moment," he sighed, rummaging through his pockets.
Just then, a shadowy figure emerged from the back of the shop.
"Looking for something special?" the figure asked in a raspy voice.

The humanoid examined the weapons, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. "How much for this sword?" he asked, pointing to a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings.
"50 silver," the shopkeeper replied with a sly grin.
"50 silver? I don't have that kind of money," the humanoid admitted, feeling disheartened.
The shopkeeper's grin widened.

"Perhaps we can strike a deal. You see, I have a task that needs completing. Do this for me, and the sword is yours."
Curious and desperate, the humanoid nodded.
"What do you need me to do?"
The shopkeeper leaned in, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

"There's a beast lurking in the sea of dust nearby. Bring me its heart, and the sword is yours."
The ash-grey humanoid felt a chill run down his spine but agreed.
"Alright, I'll do it."
With a new sense of purpose, he left the shop and headed toward the sea of dust, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead.
As he ventured into the sea of dust, he couldn't shake the feeling that his journey had only just begun.

As he ventured deeper into the vast, sandy expanse punctuated by jagged rock formations, he kept his senses heightened, scanning the terrain for any signs of the fabled beast.
Each step was deliberate, his guard up, ready for any sudden attack.
The air was tense, and the silence was eerie.
Suddenly, the stillness was shattered by the sound of frantic footsteps and desperate shouts.

A group of people, their faces etched with terror, came sprinting into view.
Their mana flared brightly, fueling their desperate escape.
"It's the monster of Skycastle!" one of the fleeing Haseldan cried, clutching his tome tightly to his chest as he ran.
"What are you doing there, Rigan?! Move your ass, it's about to gank everyone in this area!" shouted a Gaian, its voice distorted by the robotic timbre of its speech.

Confusion washed over him.
"Wait, I'm a Rigan?" he muttered, the realization dawning on him as he observed his own ash-grey skin and the reactions of those around him.
In the midst of this chaos, the ground began to tremble, and a guttural roar echoed through the canyon, announcing the imminent arrival of the beast.
He braced himself, his pulse quickening, as shadows loomed larger against the rocky walls, signaling the monster’s approach.

As a dragon roared from the sky, another Rigan with blue spectral dragon wings descended, cutting through the air with the grace and power of a true dragon.
His landing was powerful and swift, his Mythril spear gleaming under the sun.
"Where is everyone going?" the dragon knight demanded, his voice commanding attention.
He pointed his spear at a nearby Rigan, who looked bewildered by the chaos. "Hey, you! Do you have any idea why everyone is running away?"

The Rigan stared back in confusion, shrugging his shoulders.
"Beats me, honestly. But hey, I have a question for you." He took a tentative step forward, eyes glancing at the dragon knight's formidable appearance.
"Do you have a heart of a beast that I can borrow?"
The dragon knight gave him a peculiar look before checking the pouch tied to his waist.

"I think you can borrow this," he said, pulling out a small, pulsating object.
"Here."
The Rigan took the offered item, turning it over in his hands.
"What is this?"

"It's a shrieker heart. Someone at Skycastle gave it to me,"
the dragon knight explained, his tone wary.
"Thank you! You are a lifesaver!" the Rigan exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement.
He bowed deeply to the dragon knight, then turned and sprinted back towards Sentinal, clutching the heart tightly.

Rushing through the bustling market, he made his way to the shop where the shady shopkeeper resided.
The air was thick with tension and the sounds of chaos echoed behind him, but he pressed on, determined to complete his task.
"I have the heart of the beast!" the Rigan announced, bursting through the shop door, panting heavily.
The shopkeeper looked up, eyebrows raising in pleasant surprise.

"Splendid! As promised, you can have the sword smelted from the finest mythril by the blacksmiths of Oresfall."
With a sense of ceremony, the shopkeeper handed over the sword.
Its blade glimmered in the dim light, reflecting the Rigan's proud expression.
"Thank you very much, sir. I won't forget you on my journey," the Rigan said, his voice filled with gratitude and determination.

He left the shop, the weight of the mythril sword reassuring in his grip.
The Rigan felt a surge of pride and purpose as he stepped back into the bustling streets of Sentinel.
His next destination was clear: the Library of Sentinel, where he hoped to uncover more knowledge for his quest.
He moved swiftly through the crowded marketplace, dodging merchants and other adventurers.

The hum of conversation and the clatter of goods being traded filled the air. Each step carried him closer to his goal, the library's ancient spires visible over the rooftops, promising the wisdom and guidance he sought for his journey ahead.
To Be Continued