A Buried Future
Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2021 4:55 pm
To think he'd wind up in a place like this. So far from home. He knew his people had traveled Vescrutia in much of its magnitude, but to be so far from the place, they eventually settled. It spoke volumes of their dedication to their dream. To think of it, he himself had been quite a few places as well, traveling the great distance to Uran and abroad and yet, there was still so much beyond the horizon to see. The weight of his steps crushed the white snow beneath him, yet the ice, porcelain in its being, withstood the thud of his boots. The winds carried on them a musky smell that he did not think would exist in a place that time had seemed to have forgotten. The Frozen Waste. It was even more amazing than the book told. To think here of all places might rest something of Denkou linage. The first piece to his journey back to their homeland, from where the Denkou-shi were born. The place where he would learn how the Emerald King truly came to be. For now contending with the cold was his first trial. Though counted might’ve been a bit dramatic as it was already of little consequence for the Denkou not to feel the sting of intense colds or heat that might normally unravel other humans. Their body holds true to the word resilient, as their perilous trekking has gifted them resistance, unlike others who exist in only one climate. Besides, he had something else brewing inside him that would not allow him to be troubled by this environment. The fervently swelling desire to remove Myos from the throne, His throne. As well as the seething fury of Azar The Demon King.
"On this, I swear..."
He whispered, not even taking a moment to pause. In gloved hands, he held a scroll. Its details were that of a map custom-made by a cartographer referred to him by a Professor of The Conservatory who happened to be visiting Ulran. It was the reason he traveled here, after all. During his time in Uran, the soul of Azar awakened within him, using his rage and sadness as a catalyst to take control of his body. The fiend revealed the truth he sought. Sealing his light magic in the process. The Denkou were once villainous, pillaging plunderers who enslaved many, forcing the ones with unique talents to join them or die with their families.Eiyhin That skirmish Dalazar spoke with his father who saved him from Azar’s demonic influence. With his final words told Dalazar of a village not far from where he stands now that would lead him to a ruin, one of the few remaining Denkou-shi footprints.
"I...will not fail."
So much had happened in the last few month he could scarcely believe it. It had been weeks since his journey to Uran and the America events that ensued. It took him sometime to accept it all… and to digest the courage to walk forward on his path to not only redemption but also ascension. Nonetheless the eclectic king in the making was fully dressed for the journey. Despite his resistance against the cold, he took no chances.
Dazuma's Outfit
He donned a Dark green fur reminiscent of his should-be status as Emerald King. He figured it was safe to have a bit of pride in the middle of nowhere, far beyond the diligent eyes of his brother's watchdogs. His scarf was always on his person, and the heirloom of his mothers would never part from his being. It was nestled beneath the fur underneath a small metal plating that acted as armor. Under it, fur from a species of forest bear who made their home in the lucid south. They are known as the only species to readily make their way to the Frozen waste to mate during these frosty times of the year. Even with this, as he traveled during the day, he was sure to have Lucio steadily absorb sunlight to get him through the night. He left no "t" uncrossed and no "I" undotted. He was determined to see this through to the bitter end...or the glorious beginning.
"On this, I swear..."
He whispered, not even taking a moment to pause. In gloved hands, he held a scroll. Its details were that of a map custom-made by a cartographer referred to him by a Professor of The Conservatory who happened to be visiting Ulran. It was the reason he traveled here, after all. During his time in Uran, the soul of Azar awakened within him, using his rage and sadness as a catalyst to take control of his body. The fiend revealed the truth he sought. Sealing his light magic in the process. The Denkou were once villainous, pillaging plunderers who enslaved many, forcing the ones with unique talents to join them or die with their families.Eiyhin That skirmish Dalazar spoke with his father who saved him from Azar’s demonic influence. With his final words told Dalazar of a village not far from where he stands now that would lead him to a ruin, one of the few remaining Denkou-shi footprints.
"I...will not fail."
So much had happened in the last few month he could scarcely believe it. It had been weeks since his journey to Uran and the America events that ensued. It took him sometime to accept it all… and to digest the courage to walk forward on his path to not only redemption but also ascension. Nonetheless the eclectic king in the making was fully dressed for the journey. Despite his resistance against the cold, he took no chances.
Dazuma's Outfit
He donned a Dark green fur reminiscent of his should-be status as Emerald King. He figured it was safe to have a bit of pride in the middle of nowhere, far beyond the diligent eyes of his brother's watchdogs. His scarf was always on his person, and the heirloom of his mothers would never part from his being. It was nestled beneath the fur underneath a small metal plating that acted as armor. Under it, fur from a species of forest bear who made their home in the lucid south. They are known as the only species to readily make their way to the Frozen waste to mate during these frosty times of the year. Even with this, as he traveled during the day, he was sure to have Lucio steadily absorb sunlight to get him through the night. He left no "t" uncrossed and no "I" undotted. He was determined to see this through to the bitter end...or the glorious beginning.