Fated Departure-Destined Reunion

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Fated Departure-Destined Reunion

Post by Dazuma » 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.


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Re: Fated Departure-Destined Reunion

Post by Nazu Denki » Tue Sep 10, 2019 8:45 pm

The sun rose upon a lone horizon. Its hue oranges the Sky that covered the valley below. The tracks of the Kingdoms solem survivors had filled the air ways. The Prince had decided to journey deep into the riches of the kingdom. He hid his face well, he didn't want anyone to recognize him as he walked the streets he didnt want to alarm any of his brothers soldiers. 

The Prince came to the middle class section of the mainland. The area was untouched, Nazuma wondered how did Mios keep everything in control. Under the noses of all these people a civil war was going on. He listened to the conversations of passing patrons and it seem they were only concerned about if they would see Nazuma because of the Kingdom nulling his banishment. 

They talked about the sudden return of the plaque of how many of the high chairs are becoming ill. He only thought if they knew the truth about it all would it be true chaos. What will happen to the kingdom. 

The castle sat in the far exterior of the mountain it looked down on the people. Nazuma snared at the monumental size stucture as he cursed.

I wonder how many of them know... Their lives are about to change... and True chaos will dance in the skies above them.. they are all so peaceful. They all smile.. they laugh a joyous tune. But they all don't see between the lines we put them in
.. 

As the ballonship landed into the port of Saire. Nazuma picked up a local newspaper and read its confines. It told nothing of the foul plays of the royals. Nazuma would sigh in anguish, as he continued to journey through the streets. Nothing was the same many of the shops were closed and only the street venders were out.He looked upon the waves of well dressed civilians and was to make his way to the old tavern, he and his friends use to hang out at when he was young. Thus the Prince made his way through the Port of Saire.

The Prince wasn't just taking a random stroll. He was meeting someone here. After he met with Nuett, he was given a letter with discreet instructions. He was to come to the Tavern. Nazuma remembered the afternoons he spent with his group of friends. Nazuma chuckled as he walked passed their old sitting where he and the gang played jacks and other games. There he entered the bar. It was filled with eyes that met his own as the boy made his eay to where he waited for his inquiry.

Dazuma wrote:
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 young Primce felt a power much like his own. As he the present grew closer, his heart pounded with excitement. Yet he didn't want to draw any attention to himself. He maintained his composure as the presence he sense inched closer to him. He leak just enough of his naten for Dazuma to feel as he entered the building.

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