The Two At The Tower [Invite Kent] Jan 9, 2019 1:36:39 GMT -6
Post by Tebooleh on Jan 9, 2019 1:36:39 GMT -6
Thread PL: 14,000
Tebooleh kept all three of his eyes ahead of him as he flew low over a lush and wide forest, one that was many miles from the nearest settlement. Despite not having a map, the tri-clops knew he was getting close to his destination as he flew. He knew because he could feel the power of the prophesied mystic that dwelled high above the surface of the Earth, at the very top of the tall tower. Though he couldn't tell if it was coming from the tower, or somewhere even higher. Whatever power he was sensing, it came from so high up that it was practically in orbit. But it wasn't moving...
Which, as far as he knew, did fit the stories that he'd heard. And he had heard many. According to the legends of his own people, the mystic that lived in the tower was a prophet and servant of the god of the world. A servant of the Eternal Guardian and Maker. Others said he (or she) was a legendary fighter that had surpassed any mortal limits, and who could raise others to new heights if they were taught. Others still mentioned a spring of sacred water that, when drank, could remove all the limits that a mortal fighter might have. The mystic in those tales was just a guard appointed by Heaven or their own might. No matter the people telling the stories, or the details, however... Everything Tebooleh had heard pointed to a way to improve himself even further. He would need this assistance, with that bug-thing hiding and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Not to mention the honest fighters that wanted his alter-ego gone due to his "reputation".
Oh, and the rising tide of villains that was inevitably coming. That, too.
Tebooleh's train of thought almost made him smack into the ancient, stone tower in the middle of a wide clearing in the forest. As his focus returned to the world around him, the man came to a sudden stop less than an inch from bashing his nose against stone. Then, he sloooooowly hovered back, and lowered himself to the grass. He looked all around and kept his senses a bit primed as he touched the ground. If half of the tales he'd heard were correct, there would be a guardian for the base of the tower. Some sort of powerful foe that would test him and make sure that he was worthy of climbing the tower. Though whether the test was a fight, or something he had to do to prove his virtue... Well he'd find that out when the guard came in.
Since he didn't know whether or not to expect a fight... Tebooleh just sat cross-legged on the grass. He would wait, surely any foe that came to him would be easily sensed well before they arrived. So, there he sat. A three-eyed man in loose, white robes with a veil that only covered the sides and back of his head. Oh, and a short, neatly trimmed beard, complete with a mustache that blended into it. The knapsack that he usually wore to carry his gear was put on the ground beside him. And he was at peace... meditating, and waiting for a sign that he was to continue up the tower.