Fated Departure-Destined Reunion
Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2019 10:56 am
A breeze wafted the use of the rising scholar Dazuma. It carried the salty murk of the waters that lead to a land beyond his understanding. To say he was geeked was an understatement. After the mind tantalizing experience of the Neovian Conservatory, he felt an almost encumbering sense of duty to leave the safety of books and to head into the great beyond that was this world. For within it somewhere lied buried the truth that Dazuma was bent on finding. His blood like fire flared every time he thought of the knowledge that the ancient Denkou must have held onto. The myriad of gem both corporal and not that would spur his people, his Kingdom into a new age.
The Port of Saire
A place that he had heard so many stories about from the people around the village he asks inquired of. From pirates setting sail across the waters in search of buried treasure. To spelunker maniacs setting off for their next dive. And now he stood on what would be the precipice of change. He goggled over with his hands the landscape before him, he could scarcely believe his eyes. Houses embedded into the cliffside and even into the arching limb of stone.
"Breathtaking..."
He was in love! There was something snarling inside of him, rumbling from his depths. His adrenaline was pumping as the sun bathed him in its glare. The burnt orange gleam of the coming sunset was etching itself all over. He made way to enter deeper into town. He had come here with the intent of taking on a job. It had been two weeks since hed met Musha before deciding to depart baring in mind the cosmic event that happened to trigger this journey.
"She spoke to me...told me to live...assuming"
That he was crazy of course and just so happened to get a bit egotistical while giving his little speech before a high counselor. Ha, the gal! But he supposed such a thing was a bi-product of nobility. The gal of a soon to be king. But he would not take the throne now for a myriad of reasons. One being if he challenged his brother for the throne Mios would evaporate him on the spot. Dazuma titled his head back daydreaming the moment as a mental skit of that battle took place and made him quiver. Mios was a lot of things but to be fucked with wasn't one. Dazuma would need to fully master his birthright in order to usurp the false king. Secondly, he refused to take the throne that sat upon a land he did not know nor understand. A lived King, a man of knowledge He needed to know things without the Founding Kings help. He had to discover the truth for himself.
Woman: Garef! Garef come inside it's almost time for supper!
A woman no older than her mid 40's scuffled between the door and an ambitious spring that shed asked the child to fix about 10 times this summer. she spotted him over yonder by one of the many fisherman vendors. She wagged her finger tauntingly at the young lad who with a sudden jolt of energy ran as fast as he could toward, at a closer look Dazum could see, was the Tavern. Just the place he needed to go in order to take the next leap in his journey.
Going on an expedition.
The Port of Saire
A place that he had heard so many stories about from the people around the village he asks inquired of. From pirates setting sail across the waters in search of buried treasure. To spelunker maniacs setting off for their next dive. And now he stood on what would be the precipice of change. He goggled over with his hands the landscape before him, he could scarcely believe his eyes. Houses embedded into the cliffside and even into the arching limb of stone.
"Breathtaking..."
He was in love! There was something snarling inside of him, rumbling from his depths. His adrenaline was pumping as the sun bathed him in its glare. The burnt orange gleam of the coming sunset was etching itself all over. He made way to enter deeper into town. He had come here with the intent of taking on a job. It had been two weeks since hed met Musha before deciding to depart baring in mind the cosmic event that happened to trigger this journey.
"She spoke to me...told me to live...assuming"
That he was crazy of course and just so happened to get a bit egotistical while giving his little speech before a high counselor. Ha, the gal! But he supposed such a thing was a bi-product of nobility. The gal of a soon to be king. But he would not take the throne now for a myriad of reasons. One being if he challenged his brother for the throne Mios would evaporate him on the spot. Dazuma titled his head back daydreaming the moment as a mental skit of that battle took place and made him quiver. Mios was a lot of things but to be fucked with wasn't one. Dazuma would need to fully master his birthright in order to usurp the false king. Secondly, he refused to take the throne that sat upon a land he did not know nor understand. A lived King, a man of knowledge He needed to know things without the Founding Kings help. He had to discover the truth for himself.
Woman: Garef! Garef come inside it's almost time for supper!
A woman no older than her mid 40's scuffled between the door and an ambitious spring that shed asked the child to fix about 10 times this summer. she spotted him over yonder by one of the many fisherman vendors. She wagged her finger tauntingly at the young lad who with a sudden jolt of energy ran as fast as he could toward, at a closer look Dazum could see, was the Tavern. Just the place he needed to go in order to take the next leap in his journey.
Going on an expedition.