Post by Fukushu on Sept 2, 2022 22:35:49 GMT -5
Fukushu found himself at the base of the lookout; not the first time he had been there recently. More and more he found himself coming to the lookout to meditate, rest or just relax. With his old home destroyed (at his own hand) and not being a fan of the city life this had been as good a place as any to spend his time. He couldn't say what it was that was drawing him there specifically, yet it seemed that every day now he was traveling there.
Perhaps it was something to do with the magic of the lookout? He hadn't been up into the ruins themselves, as there was hardly anything up there even left, though he had known of a few treasure hunter types giving the place a look over. He wasn't sure what exactly they were looking for though given the nature of the lookout it must have been some sort of magical artifact. He tried to pay them no mind, though the more he encountered the more curious he grew.
The lookout didn't belong to him, nor did it belong to anyone else, though he did feel somewhat odd knowing that thieves would up there. On more than one occasion he had thought about clearing the rubble away and building a real home around here. The forest had been where he built his first home; it was as good as place as any he figured. That way he wouldn't have to worry about any scoundrels' flying overhead while he was trying to concentrate...
Speaking of which it seemed it was that time again. Looking up he could sense some sort of energy flying through the air, getting closer to the rubble. He really should have just ignored it like he always did, but something about this one just caused him to snap. The last time someone had come around their survey had lead to several pieces of old rock dropping out of the magical pull of the lookout and down in front of him. He wasn't about to let that happen this time. He stood up off the grass and burst into the air, straight up to the debris.
"Who the Hell is up here this time?"
PL: 35,000 (60,000)
Suppression: On
No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 0/250
Resources: Cunning Cutthroat, Durability, Vampiric, Bare-Knuckle Brawler
WC: 372
TWC: 372
The lookout didn't belong to him, nor did it belong to anyone else, though he did feel somewhat odd knowing that thieves would up there. On more than one occasion he had thought about clearing the rubble away and building a real home around here. The forest had been where he built his first home; it was as good as place as any he figured. That way he wouldn't have to worry about any scoundrels' flying overhead while he was trying to concentrate...
Speaking of which it seemed it was that time again. Looking up he could sense some sort of energy flying through the air, getting closer to the rubble. He really should have just ignored it like he always did, but something about this one just caused him to snap. The last time someone had come around their survey had lead to several pieces of old rock dropping out of the magical pull of the lookout and down in front of him. He wasn't about to let that happen this time. He stood up off the grass and burst into the air, straight up to the debris.
"Who the Hell is up here this time?"
PL: 35,000 (60,000)
Suppression: On
No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 0/250
Resources: Cunning Cutthroat, Durability, Vampiric, Bare-Knuckle Brawler
WC: 372
TWC: 372