Path of the Exiled [Suri] Jun 6, 2019 9:15:17 GMT -6
Post by Magister Oud on Jun 6, 2019 9:15:17 GMT -6
Magister Oud PL: 1,000 (Base)
Thin, dry air accompanied only by the beating heat of the sun that loomed above the sandy wastes—that was Diablo Desert for the vast majority of the Earth's daily cycle. There was not even the gentlest of breezes to stifle the vapid temperature of this wasteland, though whenever there was it was carrying thick, dense clouds of a sandstorm. It was a harsh environment with its equal share of hostile creatures. It wasn't the sort of place that could be considered inhabitable.
It had been two days since Oud had landed on this alien planet after his exile from planet Namek. He had been wandering around in a sickly, lethargic stupor ever since he had managed to step out of that space pod, his body tired and cumbersome after he was drained of nearly all of his power and his mind left in a catatonic-like daze. The sweltering heat and sparse pockets of fresh water did little to help him.
But, eventually, he was able to regain some of his senses and energy. He was far from what he once was but at least now he could walk straight and think with a clear conscience and clarity. He was now able to fully take in where he was and what was best to overcome this hostile landscape. Far from where the broken ship lay was a small oasis. Small patches of grass formed around what little soil had not been completely turned to grains of sand, with a small pool of water in the middle that was clean and refreshing. The few palm trees provided ample shade beneath their canopies to help keep him cool and not allow him to dehydrate so quickly.
There was a respite for his body, but not for his thoughts. Anger and bitterness swelled within his psyche like a torrential storm. He was cast from not only his position beside the Guru as his adviser, but from his home, left to fend for himself on an alien planet. The Earth looked so calm and serene when he gazed out of the window of the pod, marvelling at its blue, white and green beauty. But as soon as he entered the stratosphere, he was met only with the dusty brown-grey of the desert below him. It felt like a horrible trick—salt poured into the wound of his humiliation.
"Curse them…!" he growled through gritted teeth as he stared into his own reflection upon the surface of the pond, gazing into the face of a namekian who had everything taken from him. "Curse the Guru! A plague on his clan in its entirety!"
He splashed at the water with both hands, trying to strangle the closest thing he could see that resembled anything Namekian in origin even if it was his own reflection. "I will… re-establish my strength," he ranted in a more calm voice, though still laced with that venom and spite. "And then I shall find the means to return there! I shall find the means—I shall find that power!"
His breathing became heavy. He pulled his hands from the pond and splashed the cool water on his face. Fingers ran down from his forehead and cheeks as he gazed up at the sky. "I shall have it… I shall have it!"