Chronicles of Gaia: Horizons

And there through the broken door, Samael sees him. With brown skin, white long hair, and a cup of mead in his hand standing on a table with the widest smile on his face.

Ezra Larind.

"The Boy From The Sky."

Ezra and Samael lock eyes and Ezra hauls a cup of mead towards him. The current setting is chaotic, spit and teeth flying, punches being thrown left and right, and at the center of it all is Ezra

A man walks up to Samael and grabs his things.

"Please, make yourself at home."

Samael watches in awe as the battle intensifies.

*Ezra's Nuanced Explanation of a Bar Brawl*

People fighting tooth and nail all connected by one thing, probably one of the strongest forces of this world. Ignorance.

Ezra grabs an unconscious man from the floor and sends him flying towards Samael, Samael dodges the body that was thrown at him and looks at Ezra as if he was a maniac.

Ezra extends his arms towards Samael while holding a mischievous smile.

"Come join in!"

Samael gives Ezra a cold and disgusted look .

"no."

Everyone in the tarvern stops, fist frozen, kicks stopped in place, everything is dead silent. Everyone looks at Samael and Ezra speaks.

"Sameal, do you know what makes a man?"

Ezra puts down his drink and begins to approach Samael.

"A true man would never decline a battle, a true man would never step down in the face of danger, a true man see's a difficult situation and fights his way through it!"

With each word Ezra's voice elevates in volume and he draws closer to Samael, the men listening rile up with each word that comes from Ezra's mouth. But Samael still looks unconvinced.

"Samael, you may have not been a man yesterday, and you may not be one tomorrow. But today, today Samael you will, no you are a man! And as a man I know."

Ezra wraps his arm around Samael and points at a beautiful women nearby, leveled hair with red highlights, pierced ears, pierced eyebrows, and very toned muscles. The women gives off an aura of an hard worker who's trying her best but she struggles with mental health and fatherly issues.But every man in the building knows with just one look. That she'd ruin your life. Ezra looks back at Samael and whispers into his ear .

"No true man would ever risk the loss of face in front of a beautiful women."

Samael pushes Ezra off of him.

"Decline?"

Samael drinks from his cup until he empties it completely.

"You must have misheard me."

Samael throws the cup on the floor.

"How could I? As a man! Decline such an offer."

The men all begin to cheer and scream and as the battle continues. The battle rages on, boots, cups, plates, and utensils all airborne, unconscious bodies being thrown and weaponized with punches and kicks being thrown from every location. And at the center of it all there's Ezra and Samael.

The battle lasted for approximately 8 minutes before Samael and Ezra were thrown out of the establishment by the the bartender. Ezra looks at Samael and starts laughing frantically. Samael groans and looks at Ezra.

"What's so funny?"

Ezra's laughing subsides and he wipes his tears away.

"You look so stuck up even thought I saw you having the time of your life in there, out of everyone you looked like you enjoyed yourself the most. It's funny seeing you look so annoyed after having all of that fun."

Samael's face goes sour than blank. After some consideration he speaks.

"I guess you are right, I did have fun."

A thought flashes through Samael's brain.

"How did the fight even start?"

A wide grin appears Ezra's face and he begins to reminisce.

Ezra approaches the tavern ready for adventure. When Ezra opens the door he is greeted with a strong smell of alchohal. Sen's daydream, the constant smell of alchohal, sticky floors, a drunken bard , tables with names and initials engraved on them. This is a tavern.

Ezra enters the tavern. He makes his way through the drunken men dancing their pains away near the entrance. Along with the crowd of men complaining about their food for nothing children. what a sight indeed. The fantastical nature of a tavern, bringing men together to mope, sing, and cry together .

But, past all of the crying men, spilled drinks, and dirty tables are the "corners". The "corners" where the lights are dim or broken and where all of the shady business goes down. And that's Ezra's destination.

Ezra approaches the corner area, with each step the floor gets stickier, the bugs multiply, and the smell of alcohol gets stronger. In the deepest part of the "Corner" sits a man, slicked back black hair, purple eyes, in a black fitted suit.

"Oh?"

The man in black waves his hand and another man pulls a chair out for Ezra. He takes a seat across from the man and prepares himself.

"Just like the books say."

Ezra says while trying to internally motivate himself.

"Ahem! listen I know how this whole "niche" works I want information and you have it."

Ezra says this while attempting to sound confident in his words. Ezra reaches into his pouch and slaps 10 copper coins onto the table. Ezra points out the two biggest men in the tavern. And with a wide smirk Ezra ask.

"What makes them tick?"

The black haired man slides the money closer to him and lets out a fake cough.

"The man in the brown is really defensive about his daughter because everyone says she's unattractive, and the man in red is defensive about his son because he's so scrawny he can't even pick up a sword."

Ezra's eyes light up with conviction as he rushes towards the man in brown, he turns around and gives his thanks to the shady black haired man before setting his plans in motion.

Ezra bumps into the large man in brown.

"Sorry about that, but I just had to tell you what I heard. I heard that man in the red rambling about how his son is useless but even then he wouldn't merry him off to someone ugly like your daughter."

With each word the man's face becomes visibly more annoyed, the man's face was already red from the alcohol but now he looks like a cherry. But Ezra knew it wasn't enough.

"Oh yeah, he also said something about him not wanting hideous grandchildren."

The man in brown, while barely stable from the alcohol, burst out in anger from across the bar yelling at the top of his lungs.

"I wouldn't marry my daughter to that useless son of yours even if I lost all of my fortune."

Ezra rushes towards the man in red, with a confused and innocent look on his face.

"Sir! The man in brown has been badmouthing your son all night, calling him all types of names and as you heard he doesn't have any respect for you either."

The man in red looked as if he was ready to explode as he slowly approached the man in brown. But Ezra knew he had to add a little more to make an explosion.

"Also sir, I heard him say, "his son takes well from his father!" I know it's not my place to say anything but as men, there should be at least a little respect between each other. But it seems like he doesn't respect you at all."

The man in red finally caves in, he rolls up his sleeve and yells across the tavern.

"No one wants to marry your ugly daughter anyway!"

And from there, the cogs began to turn and the plan was successful. an all out tavern brawl.

Samael covers his mouth in disbelief.

"You're sick."

Ezra laughs off the comment and clears his throat.

"Now then, since we're traveling together now I'll let you know my goals."

Samael scratches his head in confusion.

"I thought your goal was to have fun, and I don't remember saying that I would travel with you-."

Ezra swiftly cuts Samael's sentence off

"My first goal outside of having fun, is to make name for myself. Someone who has legends and stories written about them and a really cool nickname!"

"You're just interested in the nickname aren't you? And how are you gonna go about doing that? Most of those people did something really big, like fighting an army alone, killing a lot of people, or defeating some great calamity."

Ezra smirks and wraps his arm around Samael and points towards the sky.

"But that's where you're wrong, a lot of the greatest legends got their name by just being themselves and people observing and telling stories about them. They did little things like adventurer work and they were so noteworthy people went and spread the word of them."

Samael removes Ezra's arm from his shoulder and starts dusting himself off.

"Ok you're not wrong, but where would you go look for like that around here? Most people traveling in this area either already have bodyguards or just wouldn't accept us because we- you dont look that intimidating."

Ezra frowns briefly but laughs off the comment, and points towards a desperate looking man.

"I'll ignore what you just said, but that my friend is our first job."