Post by Gandigan on Dec 19, 2022 18:10:46 GMT -5
The Konatsian people called three major cities home: Lux, Vynh and Dharatan. From the moment that Gandigan had arrived on Konats he had heard terrible things about Dharatan; people could barely describe what had happened there, and those were just the ones who had managed to make it out alive. Gandigan couldn't help to admit that he was curious as to what had happened, and considering his past run in with the Kashvar people he had a suspicion that they may have been responsible.
He asked several Konatsians to help guide him to Dharatan, though none would accept his offer. Not being able to afford to up his offer the Namekian instead settled on purchasing a map. Immediately upon the city coming into view on the horizon a terrible feeling washed over Gandigan. Some sort of... entity hovered over the city; he didn't even know what words to use to describe what this was. One thing was for certain: this was definitely dark magic.
A part of him wanted to turn back and pretend like he never saw anything, but at the same time he was increasingly curious as to what sort of power this was. If it was magic that robbed him of his memory then maybe it was this sort of magic that could get it back? As strange as it may sound a part of him felt like he owed something to this monstrosity, as he was becoming increasingly sure that this is what caused the distraction that allowed him to escape from the Kashvar.
As he got closer to the ruined metropolis he began to hear noises coming from within. He couldn't see where or from what they were coming from, but they didn't sound like any noise a Konatsian would make. They sounded like wild animals in pain, and once again the feeling of fear and regret came rushing back. He turned his back for a brief moment, only to contemplate making the trek back; that would turn out to be his biggest mistake.
As his sight fell back upon Dharatan he spotted one of it's new inhabitants. A foul creature from the shadows rushed him down, forcing Gandigan into flight. Before he knew it there must have been a dozen on him, having emerged from every direction. Without much choice in the matter Gandigan was forced to take his only free option: the city, fleeing from his foes into one of the many abandoned buildings. He rushed up the stairs and made his way over the nearest window, ignoring the bloodstained clouds to observe the pack giving chase.
He picked up a displaced rock and hurled it across the street, smashing a window on the opposite side. Buying himself a bit of breathing room he slumped down out of view from the outside and got to work thinking on an escape.
He asked several Konatsians to help guide him to Dharatan, though none would accept his offer. Not being able to afford to up his offer the Namekian instead settled on purchasing a map. Immediately upon the city coming into view on the horizon a terrible feeling washed over Gandigan. Some sort of... entity hovered over the city; he didn't even know what words to use to describe what this was. One thing was for certain: this was definitely dark magic.
A part of him wanted to turn back and pretend like he never saw anything, but at the same time he was increasingly curious as to what sort of power this was. If it was magic that robbed him of his memory then maybe it was this sort of magic that could get it back? As strange as it may sound a part of him felt like he owed something to this monstrosity, as he was becoming increasingly sure that this is what caused the distraction that allowed him to escape from the Kashvar.
As he got closer to the ruined metropolis he began to hear noises coming from within. He couldn't see where or from what they were coming from, but they didn't sound like any noise a Konatsian would make. They sounded like wild animals in pain, and once again the feeling of fear and regret came rushing back. He turned his back for a brief moment, only to contemplate making the trek back; that would turn out to be his biggest mistake.
As his sight fell back upon Dharatan he spotted one of it's new inhabitants. A foul creature from the shadows rushed him down, forcing Gandigan into flight. Before he knew it there must have been a dozen on him, having emerged from every direction. Without much choice in the matter Gandigan was forced to take his only free option: the city, fleeing from his foes into one of the many abandoned buildings. He rushed up the stairs and made his way over the nearest window, ignoring the bloodstained clouds to observe the pack giving chase.
He picked up a displaced rock and hurled it across the street, smashing a window on the opposite side. Buying himself a bit of breathing room he slumped down out of view from the outside and got to work thinking on an escape.
PL: 28,684
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Regeneration, Battle Wisdom, Vampiric, Tenacious
WC: 480
TWC: 480
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Regeneration, Battle Wisdom, Vampiric, Tenacious
WC: 480
TWC: 480