The Man-Witch of the East [Mollusc] Oct 19, 2018 17:41:40 GMT -6
Post by Kadava on Oct 19, 2018 17:41:40 GMT -6
Not long ago, Kadava had split himself into four in order to get away from a bothersome primate of a paladin and his Konatsian counterpart. Such grandiose spells were not worthy of such bothersome being. Being split into so many beings was also quite troublesome. He was able to keep in touch with different happenings through telepathy but the resounding agreement between each Kadava was that it was a tiring affair. His stomach was also feeling a bit knotted up as a side effect of eating the decrepit majin flesh that he would need to soon expel from his bodies one way or another...
Thus far Kadava had little issue with the native namekian of this world. They seemed to be quite peaceful for the most part, and had he more of his brethren present it would have been an excellent place to conquer from the shadows. The people here had their own magic, including a rare healing power that would likely take several centuries of experimentation to reverse engineer. Whatever the case it had seemed that Konats wasn’t worth the time anymore.
After traveling eastbound across the flatlands the warlock noticed a building that was relatively larger than the other hovels that he had noticed throughout the lands. As he grew closer to the shrine he noticed lush streams of pure water. Beneath his scarf the tired old man licked his lips and made his way down from his flight. Landing itself was quite rough for the old fellow in his weakened state. He found himself wanting for a cane, but instead wobbled towards the fresh water outside of the strange shrine.
Dropping to his knees at one of the streams he began cupping the pure waters of the sacred shrine with his hands and slurping it greedily. Little did he know that the waters here were considered sacred to the namekian people and only those with permission were supposed to drink it.
Thread pl is 100 transformed (this is merely a quarter of Kadava)