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[Ferus Astrum]

There, on a random field, was a man. Fairly young from the looks of it, but in a deep blue armor, which was trimmed in gold. Around him were a variety of dead assassins, while he was holding one off with a longsword in one hand. On the ground, beside another assassin, was a blade, an exact replicate of the one he was wielding...

"Be more like an assassin next time," said the man, spinning around, and cutting the assassin's hand off, sending the blade soaring in the air. The assassin, dumbfounded, looked at his weapon fly in the air, not noticing the man's blade drive straight through his chest until it was too late. The man drew the blade out, and picked up his other sword, after which a deep red light engulfed him.

After the light was gone, the man was now in different clothes. He had a somewhat long red cape, which was fastened and held by a small disc that looked like it was made of chrome. He had a long, red jacket, under which were a deep blue shirt, and a set of light brown pants. two fat pouches of gold coins at his waist, and a single longsword attached to an ornate belt. From how the man held himself, he looked to be a noble.

"Whoever's there, get over here. I know you're there," he said, not turning around.

((Note: The noble-esque appearance is his regular appearance. The disc is more crucial to him than it actually appears, and I'll explain more of his abilities later, but before that, I need a name...))

[Lord Bob]

Robert stood, looking at him boredly. "Congratulations. You've been named mass murderer of the year. The academy wants you to give a speech."

[Ferus Astrum]

"It's not my fault that they tried to assassinate me. They just wanted my money. At least, I think they do. Either that...or... But what academy are you talking about. First of all, what IS this place?"

[Lord Bob]

"I was being sarcastic.
Anyway, you're in the Bitlands. Beware of crazy shit, etcetera, etcetera."

[Ferus Astrum]

"You seem fine enough. At the very least, tell me your name."

[Lord Bob]

"It's polite to introduce one's ownself before asking an introduction of another."

[Ferus Astrum]

"They call me The Blacksmith. That's all I'll give you. It is a name, after all."

[Lord Bob]

"In that case, my name's Robert. I'm a wandering swordsman."

[Ferus Astrum]

"Would you care to join my company and show me around these parts, then?"

[Lord Bob]

"I'm not really a guy who's fond of keeping a constant company around."

[Ferus Astrum]

"I could teach you a thing or two about swordsmanship."

[Lord Bob]

"I've found that it's easier if you try to figure this place out on your own.
Which I still haven't."

[Ferus Astrum]

"It's boring by myself."

[Lord Bob]

"Find someone to tag along with then."

[Ferus Astrum]

"Such as yourself."