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. 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. Normally, 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 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 the Daishin within.
"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. It was the reason he traveled here, after all. During his time in Uran, the soul of the Daishin( A nefarious Fae of Flames) 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. The shaman told Dazuma 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 as many places after settling destroyed many of the other ones there lived a man who studied various nomadic tribes who recognized Dazuma's houses' symbol on his blade.
At first, the ragged prince wasn't sure if he should confide in such a man. However, the man did not recognize it as a Ri'ore symbol but instead for its fundamental roots. The Jade Eyed Cobra. A creature that has no set home. It is the only serpent that can survive in any environment, even in sub-below weather. He told Dazuma of a legend where a group of pilgrims who had traveled through these lands revered these creatures in the Frozen Waste and that Dazuma, as a wielder of the symbol, might uncover something no one ever has. This man offered to make a map for him free of charge. He'd only make Dazuma promise to share his stories of the trip with him as a cost for his services.
"I...will not fail."
So much was riding on the words of a possibly senile old man. Then, he went on this part of his journey after listening to a vengeful ghost of someone his people wronged. That and acknowledging that he was on some cosmic journey of discovery in a partial whim of a vision he had where he conversed with Vescrutia herself would also make him senile. He 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. It was the reason he traveled here, after all. During his time in Uran, the soul of the Daishin( A nefarious Fae of Flames) 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. The shaman told Dazuma 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 as many places after settling destroyed many of the other ones there lived a man who studied various nomadic tribes who recognized Dazuma's houses' symbol on his blade.
At first, the ragged prince wasn't sure if he should confide in such a man. However, the man did not recognize it as a Ri'ore symbol but instead for its fundamental roots. The Jade Eyed Cobra. A creature that has no set home. It is the only serpent that can survive in any environment, even in sub-below weather. He told Dazuma of a legend where a group of pilgrims who had traveled through these lands revered these creatures in the Frozen Waste and that Dazuma, as a wielder of the symbol, might uncover something no one ever has. This man offered to make a map for him free of charge. He'd only make Dazuma promise to share his stories of the trip with him as a cost for his services.
"I...will not fail."
So much was riding on the words of a possibly senile old man. Then, he went on this part of his journey after listening to a vengeful ghost of someone his people wronged. That and acknowledging that he was on some cosmic journey of discovery in a partial whim of a vision he had where he conversed with Vescrutia herself would also make him senile. He 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.