The Knight from the Sea, Chapter 1: Garron The Bold

"How dare they", shouted a voice in darkness as a little blue orb span around a lonely star. Sitting in space, far beyond the view of mortals, sat a giant of galactic proportions. His eyes burned like fire, but released no light. His skin was as dark as the night, but covered by flowing cloth and harden steel. This was the Chat lord Lord Noodle XIV, one of the great power that exist in this world. Now he was staring down at this little blue planet deciding its fate.

The universe is ruled by power beings that mere mortals will never see. These creatures are called chatlords. They are named after the great chat, the moot, or as most people call it a debate. For thousand of years they have competed against one another battling each other for dominance. Their fury has destroyed more worlds than counting. Under the leadership of Marcus Jr the chatlord's furry has been ... nerfed, if that was possible. They are no longer allowed to battle each other like in the days of the big bang, but instead they fight though the will and control of their mortal pets. On countless other worlds their heroes fight for their glory, unknown to those who fight. Each chatlord creates their own minons to shake the world and do their bidding. Now it is this world's turn. The chatlords had turned their gaze onto this planet. Their constant battles still wage with powers hanging in the balance and the fates of mortals being both written and undone.

Staring down onto the planet Chatlord Noodle fumes with anger. He looks down upon this broken world were justice is being perverse and villains being raised as heroes. "It is all wrong", he shouts. His voice goes unheard, space can not bear its weight. The chatlord then shrinks himself to the size of a normal man and then lands onto the moon. He stares down onto the planet, his blazing eyes sill burn with eternal fire.

"How can I fix this", spoke the chatlord. If it was the old days the Chatlord would have simply descended to the planet and corrected the mistake himself. He would annihilate the evil with his bare hands and then set things right though tyranny. However there are now rules that govern the actions of a Chatlord. Lord Noodle XIV can not show himself to the mortals, nor can he make his prescience known. He can only act covertly and by manipulating the mortals down below. The chatlords can only have champions and nothing more.

"I need a champion then", spoke Lord Noodle as he clinched his fist. The motion was pointless as no one was there to see it. Lord Noodle had already had many champions, one these was even named after himself. The problem however was that the champions were to weak, or they did not have the drive to complete his goal. Chatlords could only manipulate circumstances they could not outright control it. Their champions had free will and Lord Noodles creations always seemed to go their own way. He could never manipulate them to take the path that he desired. That was the true problem.

"Fine then", spoke Noodle to himself as he gained a idea. He knew he could not control the mortals, that was against the rules. The divine power of the Chatlords was not allowed to be directly inserted. However there was a loophole per say.

With a evil smile and a heart filled with great vengeance Lord Noodle descended toward the planet. His body turned intangible and his will was iron. He knew what he had to do and how he was going to do it. The King of the Chat had decreed that Chatlords could not control mortals with their powers, but he did not say that Chatlords could not become Mortals. As a mortal Lord Noodle could do as he pleased. He could have the power of a mortal and thus not break the rules, but at the same time direct the flow of the world the way he desired. He had it all planned out and he knew how he was going to do it.

Rapidly Lord Noodle descended to the planet. His goal was to turn himself into a mortal and their was only one way that was going to happen. Using the powers granted to him as a Chatlord, Lord Noodle accessed the stream of souls that was assigned to this world. Calling upon the mythical energy of his universe kempo Lord Noodle destroyed his outer body and turned himself into a stream of energy. That energy entered into the life force and took the shape of a lonely soul. Full conscious and in control Lord Noodle took the first opportunity to enter into a mortal body. He did not care which race, species, or even ethnicity. All he wanted was mortal flesh to call his own, and in that moment McGregor was born.

"So this is Western Island", spoke a young man as he stepped off a boat. His skin was a tan peach color and his eyes a fearsome lion yellow. His hair was a single shade of dark brown and ran wildly down his back. For some strange reason it spiked at the tips and gave the impression of a transformation. Proudly he stared at the port and its inhabitants as his crimson armor gleamed in the mid afternoon light. The young man would have been a figure of inspiration and awe, if he did not stand four feet tall. Form everyone else point of view he was merely a overly mature kid playing at being a samurai. What they did not know was that they were staring at the world's strongest and larges dwarf.

McGregor was the boy's man and he was the incarnation of Lord Noodle. Lord Noodle's haste and desire for progress made him take the first body available. That body was that of a dwarf. The Chatlord, a being of extreme power, was forced to exist inside of a body of such a small creature. However Lord Noodle was not a mere dwarf. He was a chatlord and a chatlord on a mission. At a young age he retained his mind and focus and spent his days focusing on training his body. Like many humans who exit in this world who grow larger though extreme physical training McGregor's body grew as a result. Eventually he began to tower over his fellow dwarves and stood a astonishing four feet tall.

"Hey kid you forgot your bag", shouted a voice behind McGregor. The crimson clad warrior turned around to face the voice. His face covered with a angered expression. Flying though the air was a leather bag filled with supplies. The champion of the dwarves caught it by its strap and tossed it over his shoulder. However he did not remove his angry eyes from the man who was walking behind it.

"For the last time Garron", shouted McGregor in the most angry and manly voice he could muster. Which came out as a high pitched rant one would expect from a ten year old trying to act tough. "I am not a boy, I am a dwarf."

"Yeah yeah, KID", spoke Garron as he walks past the lobster lord McGregor. He placed great emphasis on the word kid and looked with joy as a expression of anger only grew stronger on McGregor's face. The man, bold enough to insult the Champion of the Dwarves was none other than Garron.

To most of you Garron was simply a name. That was due to the fact that you have never really meet the man or heard about him. To everyone else on the boat and McGregor, who sees him as more of a annoyance, Garron is the hero of Western Island. His silver clad armor was said to be forged by mermaids themselves. His wild pink hair was a sign of divine luck from the Chatlord Labby. Well McGregor had no proof of that, but Labby did like the color pink and he was very annoying. This guy seemed to have both traits. If the Chatlords could have offsping with mortals McGregor was sure that this guy would be one of them. His peach color skin, crimson eyes, and a persona the screamed of arrogance was a dead ringer for the Lord of Pink.

"That is it", spoke McGregor as the man walked past him. He had been meaning to chop the man up into bits since they first meet on the ship taking them to Tartarus Island. However McGregor was never skilled at controlling his own strength. He knew if he got into a fight he would destroy the ship and end up drowning or starving out at sea. So he held his temper, but now. As McGregor touched the hilt of his sword he saw the face of a young boy in the distance. He stared in both awe and fight as he saw the warrior touch his blade. Justice, the word popped up in McGregor's head. He did not come here to make petty squabbles with mortals. He came to show and teach them true justice. "Enough of this", he spoke as he turned his back toward Garron and began to walk into the city.

"Oh", spoke Garron as he took his hand off the hilt of his sword. Garron was looking forward to seeing what the half pint could do. Though in honest he just liked messing with the little guy. It was just far to much fun. It was so easy to get him riled up. He was going to miss that. From here on he would be going to Gosenkugi Island. The half pint would be heading to Azura. Their paths were opposite of each other. Still both their ships did not leave for another three days. He had good bit of time to get squeeze a bit more fun out of him.