Post by Gandigan on Dec 20, 2022 22:33:56 GMT -5
Nasibu City was the capital city of the Kashvar people. This had been where it happened; where the bloody curse was put on him, and where his memory had been taken. It took Gandigan days of roaming the Aster Forest to finally find this place, though when he did he knew to play it smart. He had half a mind to run in and simply try to blow the whole damn place up, but as soon as his eyes meet the city he knew that wouldn't work; the military of the Kashvar was simply far too powerful for one fighter to take.
So what choice did that leave him with? He'd have to get a bit creative. Forgoing his usual garb, Gandigan purchased a soft linen sheet which he wrapped around himself as a robe, covering the majority of his body. All that remained was an opening for his head, though even then it was covered with shadow. What he had left of that night was barely more than a blur, but he figured that if he walked around enough he'd eventually find something familiar.
The Kashvar people were very advanced technologically, which Gandigan found surprisingly considering their connection to Magick. The itself was clean and kind, with clear signs of prosperity through out. It was hard to miss the armed guards patrolling the streets and the high walls; if Gandigan or anyone else tried to start trouble they'd be ready to strike back in an instant.
After about an hour of wandering through the streets Gandigan eventually got his wish, coming across what appeared to be an abandoned building that light something up within his mind. The Namekian rest his ear against the locked door, trying to gather whatever information he could. A brief moment of silence followed, before whispers filled his ear. They were too far away from him to make out what they were saying, so Gandigan grabbed a hold of the door handle and tried to force it open.
As he did several armed guards took notice of his actions, moving into position to surround the Namekian. "What's going on here? What is this building!" He didn't receive an answer; only a fist to the face as the brawl broke out.
So what choice did that leave him with? He'd have to get a bit creative. Forgoing his usual garb, Gandigan purchased a soft linen sheet which he wrapped around himself as a robe, covering the majority of his body. All that remained was an opening for his head, though even then it was covered with shadow. What he had left of that night was barely more than a blur, but he figured that if he walked around enough he'd eventually find something familiar.
The Kashvar people were very advanced technologically, which Gandigan found surprisingly considering their connection to Magick. The itself was clean and kind, with clear signs of prosperity through out. It was hard to miss the armed guards patrolling the streets and the high walls; if Gandigan or anyone else tried to start trouble they'd be ready to strike back in an instant.
After about an hour of wandering through the streets Gandigan eventually got his wish, coming across what appeared to be an abandoned building that light something up within his mind. The Namekian rest his ear against the locked door, trying to gather whatever information he could. A brief moment of silence followed, before whispers filled his ear. They were too far away from him to make out what they were saying, so Gandigan grabbed a hold of the door handle and tried to force it open.
As he did several armed guards took notice of his actions, moving into position to surround the Namekian. "What's going on here? What is this building!" He didn't receive an answer; only a fist to the face as the brawl broke out.
PL: 28,684
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Regeneration, Battle Wisdom, Vampiric, Tenacious
WC: 375
TWC: 375
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Regeneration, Battle Wisdom, Vampiric, Tenacious
WC: 375
TWC: 375