Post by Erebos on Mar 30, 2021 22:13:07 GMT -5
Thread Power Level: 12,000 | Items: H. Bean
”I hate this, I hate this, I hate this...”
Erebos muttered the phrase over and over, a constant loop as he sidled across the mountain path. He clung to the wall of the path, despite the trail being quite wide. He was afraid of heights, you see, and since nobody was around for him to impress, he had little reason to face his fear.
The journey up the mountain was long and arduous, made more so by Erebos’ slow and steady pace. Allegedly, somewhere near the top of the mountain was the dojo of a legendary hermit. Hare Hermit, or so she was called. Some martial arts master or another, surely strong enough to help him learn what he needed. He was have second thoughts now, though. Maybe the effort was too much to be worth it.
”This sucks. I hate this. Ihatethisihatethisihatethis— whoa!”
Erebos stumbled up the mountain, coming to a small clearing among the path. It was a decently sized expanse, seemingly sporting some sort of slightly-abandoned camp ground. A torn tent sat limply near the wall of the mountain, and a crumpled fire slowly puffed out smoke. Whomever was here hadn’t left long ago. Were they forced to leave?
“I have the strangest feeling this’ll be worst than the trail...”
For now, he took the detour at face value. Anything was better than climbing the mountain right about now. A mystery was just the thing he needed to clear his head!
So he began to investigate, trying to avoid using his magic as best he could. Relying on it too much would do him no good, so his detective skills would need to be honed without its help.
”Hello? Anyone here? I have some fun snacks if you’re hungry, but if you’re bleeding or something you’d probably be better off staying hidden. I’m no good at fixing wounds.”
How mysterious. Just what could have happened here?