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Post by Tarro on Dec 30, 2023 9:14:51 GMT -5
Now, everything was starting to make sense.
The talks in town of a mighty warrior who went on a killing spree on the tuffle capital, sparing none who came in his way. A berserker who scaled the raggedy slope to the top of the podium of power through trials and hardship. A monster amongst men capable of such levels of destruction that the planet whole could fall to him in battle, even without intending to.
Tales that were surely dramatized by the saiyan folk, but he would bet on that they held some truth to them, if only for the sake of his mission. Thus, his journey began in search of this beast disguised in saiyan flesh.
He began by asking the locals in nearby towns whether they had heard of the Lottus, the saiyan who went on a rampage in Hatchi city. While many a people knew the tale, something that made him feel awful, not many knew where to start to look for him. They never would have considered of it, had he not brought it up. I mean, it was a death wish to go looking for a man like that, who had no control over his actions and could mean the end of the saiyans and tuffles alike!
While it was a fair point, Tarro was positive on continuing his search. His quest would lead to the death of many, possibly his own, but it was a righteous endeavor. So long as he died on the field, nothing else mattered, although that didn’t mean he would go dig his own grave–prematurely anyway. He preferred not to die before getting his mission underway. His hope was that Lottus was sane enough to respect that request.
Days passed by, days spent solely and entirely on the arduous search of the man. He looked in every nook and cranny of the places he stopped at. Truth be told, he enjoyed his travels away from his hometown. It could get excruciating, staying at the same place for so long; seeing the same faces, the same mannerisms every day… By exploring the many regions the planet had left to offer, some he hadn’t been to prior, he gained a better insight in the state of affairs of the planet.
The people were in very bad shape. The end of the war had left many thirsting for more. An overzealous community of saiyans was what remained of the war, something that could prove dangerous for the stability of the Kingdom, and that was being neglected by the state. Many were dissatisfied and disapproved of the resolution that was chosen.
A view that is often not talked about is how big of a driving factor the tuffle war was: a war that had lasted fifty years, from many generations past till this one. The saiyans formed a united front against the tuffles. This unity was the outcome of having a common enemy to pummel into the ground. Now that that was gone, there was little binding the saiyan people together, besides their blood and culture, and many were openly showing the desire to move from the latter.
This led to the radical response of a more traditionalist group that stood up for maintaining their identity and values, and fighting against those who threatened the individualism of their people. What this meant was in-fighting between the saiyans, divided between the conservatives and, to his view, the manipulated progressists.
Along the way, in a remote village on the eastern outskirts of the saiyan territory, he came across a group of admirers of the man he was looking for; a bunch of fanatics, who believed in every word of the stories that spread about Lottus’ doings. They were of help and gave him a couple of ideas as to how to grab the attention of a man of that caliber.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” he muttered under his breath.
With a sigh, the spikey-haired saiyan looked ahead sternly. “Alright, here goes…”
“Oh, you grand champion, you bringer of storms! Stand beside me, and let’s wreck their homes! Oh, wild berserker, I tell you to come! Take up your arms, and let us wage war!”
As per the zealot’s suggestion, he let his power loose, bringing out every ounce of his latent strength. A raging, white flame towered high over him and flowed with the vicious wind as he ritual went on. He kept chanting the same words, but was starting to consider giving it up. There was no way this was going to work?
The talks in town of a mighty warrior who went on a killing spree on the tuffle capital, sparing none who came in his way. A berserker who scaled the raggedy slope to the top of the podium of power through trials and hardship. A monster amongst men capable of such levels of destruction that the planet whole could fall to him in battle, even without intending to.
Tales that were surely dramatized by the saiyan folk, but he would bet on that they held some truth to them, if only for the sake of his mission. Thus, his journey began in search of this beast disguised in saiyan flesh.
He began by asking the locals in nearby towns whether they had heard of the Lottus, the saiyan who went on a rampage in Hatchi city. While many a people knew the tale, something that made him feel awful, not many knew where to start to look for him. They never would have considered of it, had he not brought it up. I mean, it was a death wish to go looking for a man like that, who had no control over his actions and could mean the end of the saiyans and tuffles alike!
While it was a fair point, Tarro was positive on continuing his search. His quest would lead to the death of many, possibly his own, but it was a righteous endeavor. So long as he died on the field, nothing else mattered, although that didn’t mean he would go dig his own grave–prematurely anyway. He preferred not to die before getting his mission underway. His hope was that Lottus was sane enough to respect that request.
Days passed by, days spent solely and entirely on the arduous search of the man. He looked in every nook and cranny of the places he stopped at. Truth be told, he enjoyed his travels away from his hometown. It could get excruciating, staying at the same place for so long; seeing the same faces, the same mannerisms every day… By exploring the many regions the planet had left to offer, some he hadn’t been to prior, he gained a better insight in the state of affairs of the planet.
The people were in very bad shape. The end of the war had left many thirsting for more. An overzealous community of saiyans was what remained of the war, something that could prove dangerous for the stability of the Kingdom, and that was being neglected by the state. Many were dissatisfied and disapproved of the resolution that was chosen.
A view that is often not talked about is how big of a driving factor the tuffle war was: a war that had lasted fifty years, from many generations past till this one. The saiyans formed a united front against the tuffles. This unity was the outcome of having a common enemy to pummel into the ground. Now that that was gone, there was little binding the saiyan people together, besides their blood and culture, and many were openly showing the desire to move from the latter.
This led to the radical response of a more traditionalist group that stood up for maintaining their identity and values, and fighting against those who threatened the individualism of their people. What this meant was in-fighting between the saiyans, divided between the conservatives and, to his view, the manipulated progressists.
Along the way, in a remote village on the eastern outskirts of the saiyan territory, he came across a group of admirers of the man he was looking for; a bunch of fanatics, who believed in every word of the stories that spread about Lottus’ doings. They were of help and gave him a couple of ideas as to how to grab the attention of a man of that caliber.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” he muttered under his breath.
With a sigh, the spikey-haired saiyan looked ahead sternly. “Alright, here goes…”
“Oh, you grand champion, you bringer of storms! Stand beside me, and let’s wreck their homes! Oh, wild berserker, I tell you to come! Take up your arms, and let us wage war!”
As per the zealot’s suggestion, he let his power loose, bringing out every ounce of his latent strength. A raging, white flame towered high over him and flowed with the vicious wind as he ritual went on. He kept chanting the same words, but was starting to consider giving it up. There was no way this was going to work?
WC: 760
TWC: -
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/260%
Power Level: 20,000
Current transformation: N/A
Items: Scouter, armor lining
TWC: -
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/260%
Power Level: 20,000
Current transformation: N/A
Items: Scouter, armor lining
