With the cloak of his mysterious past peeled off of his shoulders, Shabuto almost looked like a new man. He looked ready to immerse himself in the crash course of his people after being kept away from them so long, eager to understand more about the tribe, the history, and their Anthem.

"You sure ...

"Yeah, those would be them things."

Azul snapped and pointed at Shabuto's shins with both hands, happy he could confirm a core part of Venkage mythology that played directly into Shabuto's experience thus far. Azul had seen Squall Stripes on most of the members of Alsace and most of anyone who'd ...

Shabuto raised his hand and produced the dagger like second nature, a Mistral Instrument comprised easily produced from one of the most advanced forms. Azul's eyes widened, impressed with the ease in which this presumably young one was able to hone his craft. The enchantment with fire was a new ...

Azul took the lightweight medallion from Shabuto’s hand, holding it up between the two of them. It caught the light in the room and glowed just as gently as the masks and tools on the walls. Storm glass was found mostly in the Silvaner Storm Shadow, sometimes it made its way to the bright side of ...

“Elgin? Tiny island with big history!” Azul said, walking past Shabuto into the center of the room. The evenly spaced crystal sconces lit up, illuminating the whole room with a warm glow. The light bounced off of and passed through the various sculptures and items adorning the walls, giving them a ...

As they approached the town, some of th younger people moving about caught sight of Gunther on the approach and immediately ran over to meet him with wide eyes and open arms. “Gunther!,” one of the younger ones exclaimed, approaching him with a mischievous look in his eye. “I got you this time!” The ...

Gunther kept walking with his feet kissed gently by the lapping waves on the white sand beach. He heard Shabuto, but didn’t respond in the slightest being a creature of the least possible words. He was that way for as long as anyone could remember and breaking him of that trait proved to be an ...

Gunther made his way down the white sand beach from the village near the caldera, wading through the water washing against his ankles. He took deep breaths with every other step, both in perfect synchronization. He enjoyed a peaceful lunch and headed towards the largest village on the island, Cornas ...

Gunther stood up from his seat on the wall, dusted off his clothes calmly and rested the clean picked skewer on the plate between Shabuto and the chef. They weren't known for their wide vocabulary or flowery diction, but in the righteousness of their heart. Gunther rarely said more than what was ...

“I see,” the chef said, stroking his chin curiously. “It doesn’t sound much different from Silvaner. Must have been pretty nice, heh heh.” He’d never been off the island himself, but heard stories of the world abroad, but he heard that there were areas so cold that ice fell from the skies. Those ...