People and merchant caravans paraded the road leading up to the gates of Camelot. Different people from different cultures and races pervade the traffic of travellers. A mix of noblity and commoners fill the way, arguments erupting from the parade, guards dooned in a silver armour with a lion sidgil on the breast-plate visible for all to see. Then waving through the crowd is Arthur.
He was reaching 6ft 2 inches in height, broad shouldered, hardened face with caluses staining his hands. The cloak he wears looks worn out, the semi-fresh blood stains mark the grey cloth. His leather armour looks broken, with parts wearing off of the armour.
The bag on his side swung and bounced with a large amount of weight. Eyes of people around lust after the bag, but one look from the man's golden eyes stopped them before they can move.
Arthur stopped for a second while looking into space, people filtering around him, the stream of people never stopping.
Through Arthur's eyes a map is displayed. A map of Camelot. It had a message on the side stating, 'Not Updated'. It was old and decrepit, detailing old places that may or may not have been torn down.
Arthur thought, 'So I get to see what my father experienced, know certain locations, this must be the inheritance they were talking about. Seems the identify works the same way.'
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The host is able to utilise the Emperor's Eyes to identify objects or artifacts, with the gathering of knowledge allowing the system to give more detailed description and or advice. [UPDATE] [Sub-Skill Words of Wisdom]: With a new host they will inherit their predecssor's old knowledge of the books, objects or artifacts. This will constantly accumulate.
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'Looks like my father didn't even know this sub-skill existed.' He paused looking at the two other skills given by the Emperor's Eyes.
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The host's gaze will pierce both soul and flesh revealing hidden attributes, strengths, weaknesses, and even potential futures from the target they have choosen. Only can be activated, based on the amount of mana used, with potential futures causing illness within the body depending on the potential of the person observed.
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'There doesn't seem to be any others from the looks of it.' Arthur scanned the crowd for golden eyes or other features, his father's words screamed in the back of his mind. 'Suspect everyone.' He remembered this quite clearly as it was always followed by a swift beating with an old training sword.
Arthur reaches for his back rubbing the scars that permeated it, face filling with a slight scowl.
He continued forward, wading through the crowd, idenfying those who walked by, some with medicore talent that may only place them as a guard and others with a superior talent but nothing like his brother had, according to his father.
He walked forward as he read his talent level.
[Talent: Untalented(Room for Improvement}]
His father always reminded him of this in every beating. Every hit was filled for how talentless Arthur was, the sound of the sword sounded better than his own father's words at some point. He never understood it till now.
'I really am talentless.' Dispair rained inside of him, but he quickly shook that emotion away. 'Emotions are for those that can afford it.' He walked on through the crowd, to the gaurd at the gate.
The silver elegance of that armour was far above what a boy like him can afford. 'Probably more than what the village can give out in taxes that year.'
"Papers." The guard stuck out his hand as he yawned, clearly bored of the repetitve job that he has to do. 'Wait what papers? Father never told me about needing papers. In the letter he said that he just entered.' The guard started to now look at Arthur suspiciously.
His hand now on his sword slightly. Arthur quickly thought of a way of trying to de-escalate the situation, "You see I didn't realise that we needed papers to get in, my father never told me we need them."
The guard started to draw his sword, "That law has been in place for the last 50 years, so unless your father entered here illegally of course you would need papers." Arthur casted [Divine Sight] on the gaurd, with his overall stat level being less than 200. 'I could easily take him even if his sword skill was higher than mine, it can't overcome that much difference.'
'The problem is those around him.' Arthur's eyes scanned the surroundings above him, with over a hundred men alone wielding crossbows on the walls, let alone the guards around him. 'I can't fight my way out of this.'
"I'm sorry sir, my father didn't tell me much about the city. Is there some other way of entering even though I don't have my identifaction." The guard's sword was now out, with other guards coming in and doing the same.
Arthur's thoughts raced, 'Blasted caravaner, didn't tell me that we needed identiifcation papers. Useless man.'
"Under the King's Law, Article 48, all those without any idenifaction, whether commoner, merchant, noble or royalty shall be put in jail until they can be idenified by any others, or are not deemed a threat by the kingdom." The guards now had Arthur surrounded.
"We shall now be placing you under the arrest in the name of the king and his authority. Don't resist as this may deem you a threat and will cause you to be dealt a harsher punishment and or sentence." The guards now held Arthur's hands behind his back, forcing him upright, towering above all of them.
'What do I do, I can't struggle otherwise I will be taken into custody for longer, possibly missing the academy entrance exam. What to do.' Arthur's brain was trying to produce the many ways to get out of the situation, but many ended in failure in his eyes. They would either land him in jail, possibly detaining him indefinitely, or outright kill him.
"What is your name so we can idenify you later for court?" The guard produced a piece of paper, a list of names was already on here. 'Guess I'm not the first one here today.'
"My name is Arthur. Arthur Crestfall." The guards went silent. The men who were restraing Arthur loosened their grip slightly, a flicker of worry flashing on their faces. 'Is the name Crestfall important?'
The guard who was talking to Arthur then spoke with another nearby, who seathed his sword, getting on a horse nearby galloping into the city.
"Arrange for him to sit in our dungeon in the guard post Make sure to be careful in case he's telling the truth." He spoke to all the guards around him and turned around, but Arthur heard something as he turned, "Otherwise the Old Bear will thrash us."
Arthur was then comfortably locked into a cell, with nice lighting, a bed with clean sheets and even a proper toilet, which he only saw in high-end establishments. 'This place is nicer than my home.'
As Arthur was contemplating and starting to enjoy his comfortable dwellings, rapid steps started to descend quickly. Arthur sprang from his bed, getting into a fighting stance, bracing his body for anything.
Then an old man appeared, with salt and pepper hair, short, well-trimmed, however, he had an unkempt beard pervading his face, covering many of his features. His face illuminated as a lamp, was brought up to his eyes, and eventually on Arthur.
"Your eyes are the same as your father's, foreign blood, but I can see your mother's hair in you and the shape of your eyes." He looked melancholyingly at Arthur. "Just like your mother."
"Unlock the gates I shall take him to his home. Berry take him to the next carriage, I plan to go home quickly, this dungeon is far beneath my taste." The old man walked away holding his nose, as another old man in much more noble attire walked up to the gate and unlocked it with the key from the guard.
"Come on dear boy. Time for you to come home." The man's smile warmed Arthur's heart slightly, not many smiled at him since his brother. "Who are you and where are we going."
The man led Arthut slowly, "I'm Berry, I will be taking care of you for a little bit. And where we are going, well we are going to your grandfather's manor, Cresthill." Arthur was taking in the news of his grandfather existing let alone being powerful enough to release him from jail.
'But father said he died.' Arthur was thinking this as a message and quest appeared in his eyes as he entered the dark oak carraige, with it being more a cabin with its size.
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[Lost Kin]
Description: You have just discovered a long-lost connection with a family member that you thought had died. Establish a connection with him and improve your relationship with him.
Reward: [Familial Connections] Skill
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--{Familial Connections}--
You will be able to see the opinion of the family members near you, with the score ranging from -100 to +100. This will affect the likelihood of helping you in the future. A more postive score will make them more likely to do tasks asked by the user and a more negative will make them less likely to do the tasks asked by the user. You will also be able to see the status of whether a family member is alive or dead anywhere in the world.
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'Better impress him then, but I've got to remember, 'Suspect everyone'.' As Arthur remembered this the carriage started to drive away towards a pair of hills.