Post by Fukushu on Aug 18, 2022 10:09:40 GMT -5
The storm had subsided. Fuksuhu, being ignorant, did not even know of any storm, however after inquiring further with the locals it seemed to have been quite a big deal for them. Where did this storm come from in the first place? Nobody knew. What was it that caused the storm to go away? Nobody knew. All agreed that they were glad to be done with it, though the Heran was not satisfied. More conversations with locals informed Fukushu of the other species who inhabitant the planet: the Kashvar. It was at that point he realized he had not yet encountered any of their kind during his stays on Konats.
Nobody he spoke to had a good thing to say about them, and a few whispered that it was likely them that caused the storm, even if they couldn't prove it, not could they provide a motive. What he was able to glean from these chats was that the Kashvar were an inherently magical people who held great power, and who were also probably responsible for bad things. It seemed to him that the only logical course of action from here on out was to journey through the wilds to meet these Kashvar. The bountiful market stands of S'tarche weren't just useful for chatting up the locals; they had everything he needed for a long adventure.
He purchased as much fruit as his back pack could carry, and made sure to fill his flask with fresh water. Fukushu had experienced the finer parts of Konats, and today he'd be trying the wild side. The wilds were aptly named, as the environment was like to change on a whim and compared to nothing he had ever experienced before. After he had taken a tally of his inventory (making sure he had packed enough) he took off into the great red sand sea off of S'tarche. He journeyed for roughly three hours until the biome suddenly changed to a chaotic forest of dead grass and bleeding trees. He took a seat at the base of a great oak, and was careful not to let his hair get caught in the flowing sap, though not before running his finger through and enjoying a taste.
He knew that the Kashvar were a secretive people, and he knew that as he grew closer to their territory he'd likely be spotted by their scouts. It even questioned whether it had already begun, as he could swear certain noises were being repeated; too similar to be from nature. The fauna may be dead, but the forests were still alive; it was watching him.
PL: 35,474
No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 0/250
Resources: Cunning Cutthroat, Durability, Counterfeit, Vampiric, Bare-Knuckle Brawler
WC: 436
TWC: 436
Nobody he spoke to had a good thing to say about them, and a few whispered that it was likely them that caused the storm, even if they couldn't prove it, not could they provide a motive. What he was able to glean from these chats was that the Kashvar were an inherently magical people who held great power, and who were also probably responsible for bad things. It seemed to him that the only logical course of action from here on out was to journey through the wilds to meet these Kashvar. The bountiful market stands of S'tarche weren't just useful for chatting up the locals; they had everything he needed for a long adventure.
He purchased as much fruit as his back pack could carry, and made sure to fill his flask with fresh water. Fukushu had experienced the finer parts of Konats, and today he'd be trying the wild side. The wilds were aptly named, as the environment was like to change on a whim and compared to nothing he had ever experienced before. After he had taken a tally of his inventory (making sure he had packed enough) he took off into the great red sand sea off of S'tarche. He journeyed for roughly three hours until the biome suddenly changed to a chaotic forest of dead grass and bleeding trees. He took a seat at the base of a great oak, and was careful not to let his hair get caught in the flowing sap, though not before running his finger through and enjoying a taste.
He knew that the Kashvar were a secretive people, and he knew that as he grew closer to their territory he'd likely be spotted by their scouts. It even questioned whether it had already begun, as he could swear certain noises were being repeated; too similar to be from nature. The fauna may be dead, but the forests were still alive; it was watching him.
PL: 35,474
No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 0/250
Resources: Cunning Cutthroat, Durability, Counterfeit, Vampiric, Bare-Knuckle Brawler
WC: 436
TWC: 436