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Post by Cello on Mar 26, 2021 14:21:27 GMT -5
| Desolation Surrounds |
Power Level: 5,000
KP: 6/6
Active Abilities: None
Power Level: 5,000
KP: 6/6
Active Abilities: None
Deep within the Outer Plait, to the Northern most portion of the map – where plateaus rose all around and formed makeshift mountain-caps in lieu of no real mountains. Situated around a particularly cold and dreary area were flags that led down a dirt path towards a locale of unmarked origin. To those traversing the land, it would stand out like a sore thumb as for miles and miles there were not hints of life nearest to the Castle. At the end of this route, a small cropping of buildings, unique in their design but not unlike the structures found across Namek, could be found.
Each building was setup in the standard fare Namekian design – yet many of them held demonic visages and skull like effigies across their architecture. They were worn, buildings with very little in the form of pleasantness to look at. The entire area was sandy, dirt. Rocks jutted out here and there near dead tree’s and ancient bones of creatures long passed. This was a standard Mazoku Village, and from the largest house in the center – a behemoth of a figure stepped out to survey the going ons of his people. Cello of the Hex gazed about, taking in the sights before him.
There were the three brothers; Flotsam, Jetsam and Quark all sitting outside there makeshift home – made from the shell of an old space-faring vessel, playing cards and laughing amongst one another. The village proper was filled with some of the youths he’d taken in on his journeys into the wastelands – children with nothing whom he wanted to offer some semblance of Safety. They were playing among each other and even showing off some of the skills they’d picked up from Cello. It elicited a smile upon his face. To the rest of Namek he was a Villian; a Member of the Mazoku Sect most outspoken and most present – yet here? In the confines of Conch Village? He was a completely different person.
The population therein of this small place was only about twenty total people, half of which were hatchlings growing up the other half people who had sworn themselves to his service after some action or another. Nevertheless, this was a community – and one of the few therein. Even as the raucous noise of roars and bestial sounds echoed around them, this was the only semblance of peace his people were allowed. With a sigh, he would think to himself;
…They’re all doing well. That’s good. I’ll need to procure some more water for the village soon…our stores are running low. I could try to go back to the blessed lands – but Shakuhachi might have convinced the stores to not do business with us again…guess we’re back to scavenging like rats…
The weight of his peoples needs were heavy on his shoulders. How little the blessed-landers knew of the struggle befalling all of the Mazoku who dared not leave the sanctuary of the North due to fear of assault from the Dragons or Warriors. While one side was quick to cast the other as villians – those very villians viewed the other side as the enemies in their story. Wickedness truly was in the eyes of the beholder. Leaping into the air, and atop his home, Cello would cross his legs and plant himself firmly on the coral-stone structure. He had to concentrate, allow his senses to expand – maybe there was something out there that he could use, or someone travelling with resources he could buy. If worse came to worse, he’d be prepared to steal – but Cello was many things, a common thief was not one of them.
