Post by Nervan & Friends on Jan 13, 2023 6:53:59 GMT -5
|| Nervan’s PL: 12,000 ||
Off in the distance, in the midst of Tomato Town, by the broken down, mouldy and overgrown remains of a town fountain, a short bizarre entity simply sat, staring unblinkingly at the shockingly pristine broken blade end of an old magical sword that they were simply holding in the palms of their hands. It was almost the only thing that remained un-decimated in this sad little town. The stranger wondered how it had been broken— or if the other pieces were anywhere nearby.
It was only by sheer luck that they even found this portion of the sword, it was jammed into a rusted anvil in what remained of the blacksmith’s area. When they yanked it out not even thirty minutes ago the anvil turned to dust, leaving them with this curious find.
So, for that not-even-thirty minutes, they had sat undisturbed in these ruins, thinking back to that castle they found on Namek— thinking about just how sad it was for both places to sit there, dreary and forgotten. At least the castle had some luck maybe. This place, Tomato Town? Not so much, not after whatever wiped it out came and went.
Would it ever come back, whatever it was that caused this? There was a chance, infinitesimally small as it was, but still a chance. Maybe there were more clues strewn about the ruins? The anomalous wanderer suddenly shot up into a slightly off-putting slouch as they shambled in a random direction, lost sword blade in hand.
After a few minutes of choppy movement, they happened upon a dusty broken up mural, their expression blank, and eyes unblinking as always, they tilted their head at what remained of the art. Maybe there would have been a clue here once upon a time?