Chapter 3, Part 1: Ascension Apr 13, 2019 19:49:09 GMT -6
Post by Oboe on Apr 13, 2019 19:49:09 GMT -6
It had been exactly one week since his return to Namek and already Oboe was feeling as if he’d never left. Though his days as of late had been taken up by the Young Namekian – Vuzel – Oboe had found solace in the conversations as the pair had exchanged many words in accordance to their individual philosophy’s as well as the Sage’s recommendation and permission for the boy to take the Test of the Cavern; an ancient ritual passed down in Oros Village that was said to help awaken a bodies ability to grow stronger. He’d given the young Namekian a few days to consider his proposal and was going to visit him, having set the warrior up in his Ship – it having had more than enough space and design to be considered a second home – and ask if he’d made his decision in regards to the Cavern. As he finished waking, the Sage prepared to leave the home and retrieve his new Ward when a knock came upon his door.
Power Level: 32,000
Power Level: 32,000
Expecting Vuzel to be on the other side, the Sage smiled warmly and approached the doorway. Pressing a button designed to blend with the wall Oboe would stare forward as his doorway rose upward revealing not the young Namekian but four aged members of his kind. Their presence, their dress, even without those the Sage knew exactly who stood before him. This was the four Great Elders, the only Namekians to be of station directly below Grand Elder Guru himself. Immediately humbled, the Sage dropped to a single knee to show respect. Oboe was worried, having known his departure would be frowned upon by some of the elders, he had still made the decision to go on a pilgrimage – despite his recent appointment to his Village as an Elder. He felt assured that the Great Elders were here to reprimand his actions and strip him of his rank.
“Great Elders…I-I welcome you to Oros Village. There was no Word."
The tallest of the four, Great Elder Hanma – Leader of the Warrior Caste’s training temples and a Great Hero of their planet – spoke plainly and gruffly at the knelt sage. “Sage Oboe, We did not come for pleasantries or niceties. You must join us in the Grand Elder’s Village. Now.” There was no kindness in his tone, simple annoyance would be a more accurate descriptor.
Another voice cut in; it was much kinder in tone but a sense of urgency was present. “Now Hanma, That’s not the way you speak to someone in their own hearth. Please, Oboe stand and regard us.” Oboe recognized this voice as belonging to Great Elder Percus – leader of the Temples in charge of the education and spiritual growth of the Dragon Caste. He was a short and stubby Namekian…yet his appearance was deceiving as he held within him great power. Following as he was told, the young Sage did in turn regard each of the four in turn.
To the left of Great Elder Percus was Great Elder Tambo, Elder of the Harvest – his darkened skin and hard appearance an indication of his many suns toiling in the fields with the rest of the Namekians whom had deemed themselves more fit to farming then the specialization of the Caste Temples. He was a kindly elder whom had lived longer than any other on the planet. To the right of Great Elder Hanma was a younger, smoother skinned Namekian that Oboe was more than a little familiar with. A rival from one of the other Temples whom had risen to the grandest station of his caste faster than any in their history, Great Elder Mandolin – recently promoted spiritual leader to the Mazoku Caste and its Temples. Mandolin wore a sour expression, unsurprising considering whom he was visiting.
Oboe greeted each in turn before asking the question that had been burning on his tongue. “I apologize then, as you did not send word ahead – what brings the Four Great Leaders of our people to my humble home? Is this because of my Pilgrimage?”
Mandolin laughed with a snarky tone. “As vehemently opposed to your departure as I was – NO Oboe, we’re not here because you decided to leave your people to search for ’enlightenment’.” The sage could practically taste the venom in his words. Old habits die hard he supposed.
Before Oboe could respond, Hanma once again spoke up with his gruff and angry tone; “ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU!” He snarled causing both of the younger mystics to cease their prattling. Staring hard at Oboe, he motioned for Percus to continue.
“Oboe, we need you to join us in Grand Elder Village for a momentous occasion. The rite of succession to he who has been named the new Grand Elder of our people. It is imperative that you join us Sage Oboe of Oros. Immediately.” While Percus tone was soft and gentle, there was a firmness to it that he’d only heard few times during his training in the Temples of the Dragon. This was a great honor for a young Sage such as he to be included in the coronation of the new leader of their people. Nodding in understanding, Oboe reached over to grasp hold of his staff before exiting the building and sealing his home. While he felt bad for leaving abruptly without alerting Vuzel, the young Sage could hear the urgency and as such hoped he would understand and forgive him later.
“Then let us go my Elders…” Oboe said as the five Namekians rose high into the air, different colored aura flames encapsulating their visage. As one, the five blasted forth at speeds that took much practice to harness. The group remained silent as the Sage wondered specifically why he had been selected to attend the coronation – having considered that his actions were frowned upon by many of the Great Elders – illustrated by Mandolin’s words earlier – Oboe thought that he’d be on the outside of their good graces for quite some time. Nevertheless, as strange as it was to be brought to bare witness to the ascension of the new spiritual beacon of his people, the young Namekian found himself humbled at the privilege. It was wonderful that his people had found a replacement for such a wise old Namekian so long after his departure.
After a short bit of time the Group came upon the Ancient Temple of the Ascension. Here, transported from planet to planet painstakingly throughout the many years of his people’s Nomadic journeys, Guru’s had been chosen from the many Sages and Elders of their people. To be present at such a ceremony was a great honor for the young Elder. Falling gracefully to the grass below, each of the Four Great Elders waited for Oboe before continuing forward. So curious to their actions he was, Oboe didn’t even consider the possibility of what was happening. So unaware and innocent to his own contributions to his people, the very idea that he may be one of those in attendance that were to be chosen to undertake the Ritual was far from his mind.
The archway of the Temple was emblazoned on both sides by massive stone motifs painstakingly carved into the visage of the great Eternal Dragon; Porunga. Its physical structure was domed and bubbled in many an areas. The Elders led Oboe through the procession of Elders and instructed him to sit before the daises. At once all sixty of the Village Elders, as well as the ten Sages found their seats and relaxed into them. This was the first time in a quincentenary that all of the wise ones gathered together like this. As the Great Elders stood before their brothers, Mandolin rose his hands to quiet the thrum of voices in the room. Clearing his throat, the Youngest member of the Great Elders spoke;
“Brothers, we thank you for joining us for such an auspicious occasion. As many of you know, not so long ago we had lost our great beacon of hope. The light that bound us all together in harmony since the dark times – Grand Elder Guru. Though the period of mourning has been short, it is time for us to choose our new Leader. Through much deliberation and conversation with all of you, it is the opinion of this council-“Mandolin paused, staring hard as his Rival. A soft edge filled his words; “that the youngest and most audacious of us shall lead our people to the new Age. Sage Oboe, You have been chosen to undertake the ritual to become the New Leader of our People. Guru.”
Oboe was stunned. Sitting there, he said Nothing as the crowd of Namekians encircled him with applause. What was going on?! Was this for real?! The Great Elders Stepped forward as they setup the Ritual.