The Tales Of Nomad

Nomad was traveling to Gibruhltar, he knew that there was a hideout of criminals that had been responsible for the death of a certain upper-hierophant. Nomad was the champion of gemijustice the goddess of justice and he felt the power coursing through his veins as he burst open the door to the den of vile scum, they didn't stand a chance. He dispatched the first two with one shot from his revolver with the shot going clean through the first man's heart and piercing the other one’s liver killing them both instantly. Three others were killed where they stood by the flash of a bundle of dynamite, the rest died slowly as the building burned to the ground. Justice had been served but Nomad preferred that it be served hot rather than cold, the police force had already cracked down on a lot of the terrorists but some of them got away and fled to the Grand Principality of Artemis. And Nomad was livid and wanted revenge, the terrorists had killed both his mother and father in the bombardment of gibruhltar, they got caught in an explosion and were hit by multiple small fragments. Nomad would never forget that day he vowed to kill every. Single. One. Of. Them. Nomad Then traveled to Cheeseburg to root out any criminal scum hiding in the filth and mud. Nomad was a libra and had a very strong sense of justice. He was an outsider, a bounty hunter, he was a Nomad. people in the big cities had no respect for outsiders, people in the smaller cities were afraid of bounty hunters that was why Nomad considered his true home to be in Gibruhltar. Not to large or too small he felt right at home in that city of many people though he had to be evacuated from the city at a very young age because of the threat of Fedrian warships the city was under siege for a sickening three years because of current god-kings Seohan IV’s inability to react because of combat in the north until upper-hierophant Artemis stepped up and defeated the Fedrian scum at the battle of the thousand souls. Destroying over half of the Fedrian navy and winning the crusade in the south.   CHAPTER ONE HAS ENDED

When Nomad arrived in Cheeseburg he was stunned by the art and culture of the enormous metropolis, he immediately got to work clearing some of the more obvious places of criminal influence. Though when he went to inspect the grand synagogue for any suspicious activity he was greeted by an old face the crusader named Reynauld for his mild kleptomania reynauld recognised Nomad as the guy who had saved him in the crusade from the charge of the swedish eighth cavalry division, one of the strongest and most experienced groups of soldiers in whole known world, they had fought since the first battle of stockholm as a mere volunteer division. Reynauld was glad to see his old friend but said that they couldn’t talk right now because he was heading out to clear a barbarian camp nearby that had just now been reported. It was a dangerous job to be a bounty hunter, but Nomad felt that with the power of the gods on his side he would triumph in the end. Gemijustice was the goddess of justice she was once just a mere judge though persisting through threats and danger she stayed cool and managed to judge many people completely unbiased until she was rushed by a murderer who stabbed her through her heart. She now helps people with finding retribution against people truly guilty, and Nomad had been chosen to be her champion for taking down an entire organisation of terrorists. By himself, one by one. The next day Reynauld returned and the two headed out to take down a crime boss. They arrived in the dead of night but the compound was highly fortified and brightly lit. The pair took out the four guards in a heartbeat and headed into the building. The only thing the guards ever saw was either the glimpse of a claymore or the fire of a match followed seconds after by a huge fireball of fury and determination. Whoever the boss was he wouldn't stand a chance the two thought as they bust down the last door.

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Nomad recognised the boss he was a rich Fedrian noble, he had always wondered where he got all of his wealth from now he knew. Reynauld charged forward and struck the boss in the hip though, the boss wouldn’t give up that easily he was the champion of gemimoney third god of sweden. Nomad was furious and as fast as lightning could strike, he unloaded an entire magazine every shot met its mark but the boss wasn’t going down. Reynauld kept hacking and slashing but the boss’s skin was as hard as steel, Nomad thought of a combat strategy but as he was thinking Reynauld met his end he was pushed from the window and died on impact with the ground. This time Nomad’s fury raged harder than the roar of a thousand canons every single weapon in his arsenal was fired, launched or thrown at the boss until finally the only thing Nomad had left was the sword of Reynauld, and some chains with hooks attached to them Nomad immediately threw the chains at the boss immobilising him, then with near atomic-level precision he hurled the sword at the boss killing him instantly. The battle was over but only Nomad was left standing; he carried Reynauld’s body back to Cheeseburg so that he could have a proper burial in front of the grand synagogue. When he got back though it felt like the oppressive atmosphere had been lifted, news had come of the boss’s death and who was responsible everybody celebrated the hero called Nomad he was sure to join the other two saints Fabien and Artemis as Nomad the Just.

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