Post by The Exanimate King on Nov 13, 2023 12:41:11 GMT -5
The Exanimate King had been awake for many months in this cycle. He had awoken on the planet Plant, a war-torn world filled with imbalance, chaos, and violence. It was a potent concoction that had crafted some truly awe-inspiring warriors. Whereas Drathyr’s prior reincarnations had been on quiet worlds, often pre-industrial, this land was drowning in technology, here, that was more obvious than most of the planet.
An entire city was destroyed in a moment, that’s what the records say, not through sheer magic, or a powerful person, but technology. A terrible and deadly gas, that corrupted this area for many years, until recently. Only Science can cure science’s mistakes the lone figure surmised.
He wandered onwards, through the burnt-out shell of a city, admiring what was left of the buildings, their form and features, until he came across a blast-marked part of the city, a battle had occurred here, one using ki, all the blasts bore different sizes and distinctive patterns according to their strength. It was a culmination of many different fighting styles clashing together, what could have driven this conflict eluded the King.
Drathyr continued, moving through this broken realm, moving burnt-out cars and chunks of rubble to investigate the concealed remains. After all the decay from the gas, negligence and time, there was little left to discover, scraps of clothing, weapons and armour, but nothing of real worth.
The lone man eventually found a single tall tower that was little more than a shell containing a partially broken staircase, he made his way up the tower, up the stone-like steps higher and higher, wherever there was a break in the stairs, the King simply continued walking as dark shadowy magic created the step under his foot to fall on. After some time he emerged, the roof of this once grand building, gave a grand sight, the whole of this city lay below him. An idea formed, but it would need to be questioned before it was brought to fruition.
An entire city was destroyed in a moment, that’s what the records say, not through sheer magic, or a powerful person, but technology. A terrible and deadly gas, that corrupted this area for many years, until recently. Only Science can cure science’s mistakes the lone figure surmised.
He wandered onwards, through the burnt-out shell of a city, admiring what was left of the buildings, their form and features, until he came across a blast-marked part of the city, a battle had occurred here, one using ki, all the blasts bore different sizes and distinctive patterns according to their strength. It was a culmination of many different fighting styles clashing together, what could have driven this conflict eluded the King.
Drathyr continued, moving through this broken realm, moving burnt-out cars and chunks of rubble to investigate the concealed remains. After all the decay from the gas, negligence and time, there was little left to discover, scraps of clothing, weapons and armour, but nothing of real worth.
The lone man eventually found a single tall tower that was little more than a shell containing a partially broken staircase, he made his way up the tower, up the stone-like steps higher and higher, wherever there was a break in the stairs, the King simply continued walking as dark shadowy magic created the step under his foot to fall on. After some time he emerged, the roof of this once grand building, gave a grand sight, the whole of this city lay below him. An idea formed, but it would need to be questioned before it was brought to fruition.
Thread PL: 10000
KP: 6
MP: 0
HP: 290
Resources: Extraterestrial (2/2), Galaxy Brain, Vampiric, Tenacious
WC: 333