Azul wasn't born, as far as he knows. He just remembers the first day he woke up, in the woods, with a talking sword. The sword, Perditrix, educated him as best as a talking sword could. For many years Azul would talk to other travelers and drift from town to town, but most don't care for blue demon looking fellows with abnormally large talking swords. Azul knows two things about himself for sure, 1. He needs to find out who his people are, or at least his relatives, and 2. He will become the Greatest Swordsman Who Ever Lived.
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"Sir, I recommend we find a place to safely rest. Dusk is swiftly approaching, and we don't want anything to happen like the last time, when we slept next to the river. Do we?" Perditrix remarked to his friend.
"For a sword, you sure can't let things just go, huh Perditrix?" Azul replied with reluctant agreement. If they didn't find camp soon, then they may have unexpected troubles befitting weary travelers. That is a problem that Azul didn't want to think about, even if he was able to take care of himself. "What do you suggest? A night in the trees?"
"A sound resolve, sir. There is an alcove there on the right, just past the honeysuckles. I suggest that would be a most appropriate camp site," Perditrix shared. He continued,"Moreover, sir, a bit of ice to interlock the branches would stop you from falling off. Again."
"Peridtrix, I only slightly regret this," Azul shared as he began to swing his sword back and forth to clear a path to the suggested trees. There was still plenty of light to be had, but within the canopy of the forest it is best to be set early for evening camp since so much light is lost in the gable of the forest.
It didn't take Azul long to prepare everything for their evening rest, being that Azul doesn't need the warmth of a fire to rest, and he had rations of berries, nuts, and dried beef in ample supply. After they were set for the night, Azul lay upon his icy branches and watched the sky change colors as he spoke his thoughts aloud to the universe and his friend Perditrix. He pondered about how strange others were, how much fun it is to be in a truly exciting duel, and about his past and family. He did this till the sky was so dark it was nearly black and faceted with the silver pearls that he knows as the stars in the night sky, only being deterred by the sound of rustling underbrush. A signal that another approached.
"Who is there!?!" Azul clamored to the dark expanse of the evening forest.
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