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Lord Aaron of the House of Capulon, perhaps should have considered things more carefully before setting out. Yet Aaron was young-minded, even if he was twenty-two, a young noble who had grand aspirations for himself. He was handsome enough to attract the attention of other noblewomen in the city, though he had been at the summer home, a hunting home, out on the edge of the forest and the mountains, when he had truly started listening to the priests of Brixen.
Out there, there were monsters -- which were not as prevalent in the city where he lived, with enough comforts at his fingertips that monsters seemed so very far away. But there they were more dominant, more insidious -- which was just why the priests preached, as they were want to do.
So many had been lost to monsters there, he learned, monsters that milked sweet, young men of their seed and stole that purity from them. The priests and people that followed them, their influence spreading, quite fairly, more widely, worshipped Brixen, the goddess of the pure. And what he had learned there was that no young man (or woman, for that matter) that had their bodies taken by a monster, their purity stripped from them, would be defiled, tainted -- and, most notably, never gain access to heaven.
The thought of the abyss, the world beyond life... Oh, that was something that so many feared, for death was rife amongst them, whether from illness, plague, disease, injury or something else entirely. There were so many things that could take an otherwise healthy person down and he was young to be thinking of the end, even if he had signed up for the jousting tournament. There were always injuries coming out of that, in the end, and death, perhaps, too.
That was why he had to do what he could, as Lord Aaron, to ensure that no more in the town fell prey to the monsters of the mountains.
"Kill the monster queen! End her reign! Kill the monster queen! End her reign!"
He raised his sword high as he stood before the priests of Brixen, his weapons gathered, in a light suit of armour that offered armour lashed on at the joints with thick, tough leather of the highest quality. It meant that he had more flexibility in his armour with his most likely to be struck parts covered by sold metal, though there were some vulnerabilities left behind at the backs of his legs and under his arms too. His chest and stomach and even his groin too were well-covered, however, giving him the strength to stand before the priests of Brixen as they blessed him.
"Priests..." He murmured reverently, basking in the attention laid upon him, even if that was not really what Aaron was there for. "Tell me, is there anything more that I need to face this beast?"
The priests were dressed in long, flowing robes with the red flames of purity embroidered into them, as if they themselves had been set alight already in the fires of cleansing. A hand rested on his head, chanting words that he did not understand, out on the steps of their church, townspeople clustering around, not even interested in the market stalls while Aaron pledged to remove the blight of the monster queen from their borders.
"A man strong of heart and steadfast in his will... That is the one that will take down the monster queen," the priest murmured, hushed, all in a way that Aaron did not know whether they were male or female. "Your skilled arm, courageous heart and iron will. That is all you need to take with you to defeat the monster queen."
Thus, it was that Aaron was sent on his way, his blonde-haired head held high, a light helm tucked under his arm ready for when it was needed, though it would not offer him full coverage. His blue eyes would shine out of the gaps in the helm, allowing him to see, like chips of ice and he imagined himself more than the nobleman he was, but a knight who already had many heroic acts under his belt. He might not have known how long the journey to the monster queen's lair, after all, was, but he had a map and, well, that should surely be enough for him.
The thought that no one had ever returned from the Queen's lair, however, nagged at the back of his mind -- yet it was something that he swiftly brushed aside, ignoring in favour of putting one foot in front of the other. Or his horse's feet in front of the other, for horseback riding was the only way to reach the Queen's lair.
The forest was plentiful with flora and fauna, but he paid it no mind as he took the mountain path, climbing higher and higher, sweating under his jerkin, the leather hide clothing and even his cotton undershirt. There were too many layers, but he pressed on, atop his horse, the mountain path winding higher and higher, his body aching.
Something in the undergrowth, however scanty it was, rustled -- and then his horse suddenly was no longer under him at all!
"Whoa!"
But the horse was gone, the bay spooked and whipping around with an edge of white in their eye. He cursed, pounding his fist into the ground, though he was not harmed.
"The goddess mocks me..." He groaned, pushing himself back to his feet. "No horse, no supplies... All on the saddle."
But he could not turn back to resupply, his map still in hand but little more than that. He hadn't even gotten very far at all, barely half a day's ride, if even that! He sweated anxiously, not wanting to face the ridicule of reappearing so quickly, but the monster lands laid ahead and the Queen's lair at the forefront of them all.
If he could catch a glimpse of them, perhaps, before turning back, limping his way home... Maybe that would stand him in good stead. His reputation, in the end, was all Aaron cared about.
However, what he did not know was that something was lurking further back, cloaking herself with dark magic. For it had not been merely a rustle in the bush that had spooked his horse, but the monster queen herself.
