Lord of the Rings: Warriors

"Lord Lance, are you ready? When shall we depart?" Jessiava asked cautiously, glancing nervously at Baron Lance, who was busy adjusting the straps of his plate armor.

"Of course! Just a moment, though, this... Oh! Damn it!" Lance's hand slipped mid-sentence, and his breastplate came crashing to the ground.

With a resounding clang as the heavy breastplate collided with his steel boots, Lance's face turned crimson. He sank slowly to his knees with a thud before Jessiava.

"Please, you shouldn't! How could you bow so low, Lord Lance?" Jessiava, ever so innocent, hurried to help him up, concern written all over his face.

"Ahh!" Lance's expression twisted in agony. His foot, unguarded by any defensive aura, had borne the full brunt of the breastplate's weight. It felt as though a war hammer had struck him!

"Someone! Where is everyone? Can't you see I'm injured?!" Lance wailed, clutching his foot in pain.

"Quick! Call the healer! Lord Lance's foot is injured!" One of the nearby heavy cavalry soldiers leapt from his horse and rushed to Lance's side. 

Carefully removing the baron's warped boot, he revealed a mangled, bloody foot beneath.

"You're lucky—it didn't damage the bones!" The soldier inspected the wound and casually tossed aside the deformed boot.

"Are you alright, Lord Lance?" Jessiava stared, wide-eyed at the bleeding foot. It was his first time seeing someone injured by their own armor—an impressive feat indeed!

"Ow, ow, ow!" Lance plopped onto the ground, clutching his injured foot.

"Who's hurt? Where?!" A figure in white came rushing over—Lady Aivy. She carried her staff in one hand and had the other on her hip as she panted for breath.

"Baron Lance injured his foot... by dropping his own armor on it," the soldier reported, barely stifling a laugh. 

Everyone knew Lance's custom-made noble plate armor was not just durable but excessively heavy. 

Forged with rare metals and enchanted with protective runes, it was designed for charging through enemies like a human battering ram. 

"Pfft!" Aivy burst into laughter, unable to hold it back even in front of Lance.

"Hurry up, Aivy! Cast a healing spell already! I'm bleeding out here!" Lance groaned, still clutching his foot. 

He cursed himself for not dodging in time. A piece of armor dropping on your foot—who could withstand that kind of pain?

"Alright, alright, don't be such a baby! Baptism of Dawn!" Aivy chuckled and swung her staff gently. 

Her voice resonated with a series of incantations, and golden rings of light began to form behind her. The glowing rings pulsed rhythmically as they floated toward Lance. 

Their intricate magical patterns shimmered faintly as they moved.

"Hear the call of light, let the dawn's brilliance cleanse this wound. Heal!" Aivy finished with a flourish, her staff poised as the radiant rings spiraled swiftly around Lance's injured foot. 

The golden glow seeped into his wound, knitting it together with miraculous speed.

"Ahhh, that's the stuff!" Lance exclaimed, wide-eyed, as he watched the torn flesh on his foot regenerate. 

Muscles intertwined, tissues grew back, and within ten seconds, his foot was good as new—plump and pristine. Only the bloodstains on the ground bore witness to his prior injury.

"Not bad! Apart from being a little too pale, it's as good as before!" Aivy declared with a satisfied clap of her hands.

Lance leapt to his feet, barefoot, and flexed his toes. After a few steps and some joint rotations, he found everything in working order. He gave Aivy a hearty thumbs-up.

"Thank the heavens! My foot is intact!" Lance muttered in relief. As a melee combatant, his feet were critical. 

On a good day with ample supplies, even a minor noble like him could lead rapid infantry across vast distances. They were, after all, the backbone of the Zaltarion Empire!

"Apologies, Lord Jessiava. I'll need a moment to re-prepare before we set off. Is that alright?" Lance said warmly, the stark contrast from his earlier tantrum catching Jessiava off guard.

"Not at all, take your time! I'm not in a hurry..." Jessiava lied through his teeth. 

Though anxious, he dared not offend Lance, who held his life—and their magical contract—in his hands. 

Without the pact binding them, Jessiava wouldn't have dared venture into this mission, knowing all too well how easily noble exteriors could mask thuggish tendencies.

"Alright, let's move out!" Lance mounted his sturdy Shire horse, as the entire group was traveling on horseback. 

Attempting to walk all the way to Gondor would have been the height of lunacy. By the time they arrived, their legs would be worn to the bone.

"Yes, Lord Lance!" Jessiava bowed respectfully.

"Rest assured. I'll complete the task you've entrusted to me!" Lance said solemnly. 

Not far away, King Rynar could be seen overseeing the planting of crops, too preoccupied to notice their quiet departure.

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"These heavy cavalry are such divas!" Lance muttered as the group came to a halt yet again. Heavy cavalry were built for open plains, not weaving through dense forests. 

And to make matters worse, the path Jessiava had chosen seemed to grow more treacherous with every step.

"Are you sure about this route?" Lance asked, darkly eyeing Jessiava, who was consulting a pitch-black compass.

"Of course! This is no ordinary tool—it's the Epic-grade magical artifact, the Pentagram Treasure Compass! 

Not only does it guide us, but it can locate treasures below Epic grade with pinpoint accuracy!" Jessiava said, puffing up with pride.

The surrounding soldiers exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of admiration and envy. The compass might look unassuming, but its capabilities were unparalleled.

"Crack!" The lead ranger sliced through a budding shrub and suddenly froze, eyes wide.

"Why are we stopping?" Lance asked irritably, shooting a nervous glance at Jessiava. Was this the dreaded dead end he feared?

"Lord Lance! It's a Pegasus!" The ranger quickly signaled for silence.

"A Pegasus?!" Lance froze, then erupted in joy. Pegasi were among the most coveted aerial mounts, their gentle temperament making them far easier to tame than most flying beasts.

"Everyone, hold your position! Take me to it!" Lance motioned for the ranger to lead the way.

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