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Post by Magister Oud on Jun 24, 2019 10:52:54 GMT -6
Magister Oud PL: 30,000 (Base)
It wasn't the most pleasant of places on the Earth but Oud knew that one day he would end up coming back here. The beating sun bathed the sands and rocks of this region in a cascading yellow-orange hue coupled with a scorching heat that would quickly fatigue those who were ill-prepared. The only breeze that rolled through this desert did little to cool anything—warm and dry that only served to exasperate the temperature here all the more so. In the distance a cloud of whirling sand could be seen, no doubt another sandstorm in the region. Thankfully it was far off.
That wasn't the Magister's concern right now. None of that was. He had come here in order to show Oboe, a dragon clan priest, a site of power that may be one of the things he had felt, that he had to come and investigate.
Soon Oud landed upon the edge of the precipice that was before them. A huge chasm in the ground stretched for miles as though a god had plunged their sword into the earth. The canyon was vast and deep without any sign of a bottom—any light that would show otherwise was kept out—anything further down than a few feet from the edge was completely covered in some form of magical darkness that flowed and twirled in various shapes like smoke on the wind..
It wasn't just the canyon, either. All around it the rocks and sands were tinged with reds and greens and purples, saturated in demonic energies that permeated and spread through this whole area, leaving nothing but decadence and decay across everything that it had touched.
The Magister looked down into the chasm below him. He has been in this once. He remembered how it felt as he was completely lost in the darkness with no light to guide his way out. He remembered how it was like being stuck in quicksand, body and limbs going numb that you couldn't even feel anything. Not just that, but even one's sight and hearing was completely taken. It was as though he had died down there.
But then he lived once more.
"Is this one of the places where you had felt something?" he asked as he turned to look to Oboe from over his shoulder for a brief moment. Then, he gazed out in front of him. He still remembered the taste of this power from the time he had siphoned some of it for himself. It helped revitalize him. Reenergize him. Help him gain back some of that power that was once taken from him.
"Quite a marvellous spectacle, isn't it?" spoke Oud aloud with a smile on his thinned lips. "Many people would consider this to be malicious, evil and against the very fabric of nature itself. But in the end… power is power."
Oboe
KP: 3/3
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Post by Oboe on Jun 27, 2019 13:43:00 GMT -6
The closer the pair got to the destination Oud had spoken of, the more anxious Oboe became. It wasn’t that he was nervous, or excited – no; the feeling pulsing through his chest was caused by the bottomless pitch of wickedness that he felt on the approaching horizon. The sun, high at its apex, was as hot as those on Namek, its heat baking and causing the Guru to sweat. Sandstorms in the distance made it clear to him that this land was not unlike the Northern Scar on Namek. An inhospitable area where life could thrive but very rarely did.
The pair had flown in relative silence for most of the way – whether by choice or due to there being nothing to really talk about, one couldn’t be sure. The longer he remained in the man’s presence, the more Oboe began to really think that he must’ve known this man or seen him before. The familiar feeling resonating throughout his person made it very clear of such things. So, that being the case, why couldn’t he recall anything about ‘Magister Oud’? Could he have been prominent and moving forward in his time within the temples when he was still a bit younger? Surely. That had to be it!
With subtle direction changes, Oud slowly began his descent towards a massive chasm below. As the Sage followed suit, he could feel the dark magic permeating the area threaten to sap him of his resolve and strength! Such a peculiar area to exist on such a magnificent world – Oboe had to question in his own mind what could’ve potentially caused such a darkness to maintain itself so permanently upon the Earth and its soil. Perhaps, Maybe, it was something that had occurred even further back then his father’s visit to this world.
“Hmm…Perhaps, but if this was indeed what I had felt I’m no longer getting the same residuals. Curious.”
Staring into the abyss, the Sage of Oros found himself struggling to continue forth without wavering. His own internal purity being tainted even from this distance. Oud spoke of how marvelous what they saw was – calling it a spectacle – and Oboe found it hard to disagree. Though the very nature of this wicked energy was an affront to everything the Guru of Namek held dear to himself, his values and views, he couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer power radiating outward.
“…I guess in some situations you’re correct. Still, Power for the sake of power isn’t normally something that ends well. I need only look at Namek, the Saiyan Kingdom and the World Trade Fleet to realize that.” Oboe’s tone wasn’t unfriendly, though there was a sternness to it as he examined the sight of power. He realized that to truly understand if this was one of the many powers he’d sensed from orbit, he’d have to get closer – close enough to nearly touch it, but not close enough to be pulled into the miasma’s wicked flow of power and force.
“Shall we get a closer look?” Oboe offered a weak, but genuine smile towards the Magister.
Without much more hesitation, Guru would slowly descend further down, towards the crevice edge. His feet, once again on solid footing, felt as if they were suddenly being assailed by Something. Malevolence seeped outward, as if the permeated stain of wickedness was palpable enough to be alive. It was an odd sensation, feeling some other worlds darkest moments and trying your best to move past them. It was even more odd that Oboe was taking the time to care enough in the first place.
Namek was on the verge of Civil Unrest, the Saiyans and other aliens of differing races had begun staking claims towards the Dragon Balls – some with respect given by asking permission of him and his people, others simply coming to do what they desired without any reverence for the native population. It angered him, it angered him greatly and, in that anger, he found a desire to nearly pay all of them back tenfold! He wanted to charge his greatest attacks and plunge them into the heart of this planet without a second thought! It’d be easy! He could just –
NO!
Oboe snapped out of the intense moment of thought, his feet once again lifting into the air as he subconsciously retreated, his thoughts taken over by the wickedness around him for but a moment. Perspiration began to build on his brow as the twin antennae upon his head twitched violently. That was a new experience! Never once in all of his time as a Sage or as a Priest had he ever been assailed with such a violence and evil that his very thoughts became suspect to even he. Cautiously, he returned back to the sky near Magister Oud.
“Well…that was…interesting. I…I could feel the very nature of this area within myself the moment I made contact with the surface. What is this madness? How is this even remotely possible?! Never once have I ever felt such evil…”
Oboe was visibly shook up by the experience. It was clear he’d never encountered something this wicked before and the experience had left him a bit worse for wear. Nevertheless, he was trying to maintain his composure before the other Namekian – if only for his own pride if nothing else. How would Magister Oud feel, he thought, if the Guru of Namek was overtaken by something as simple as land mass and its permeated darkness?
How would he react to find out I’m Guru in the first place?
The Sage had still yet to tell the Magister that he was the man that had been referenced more than once in their short travel. He had a feeling that Oud had some sort of connection to the Ancient Sage like Position of his people. The way he spoke, the mannerisms in which he used, all reflected a familiarity with not only the position, but the power it held and represented. Surely, even in this worse case scenario where he’d left the Planet to come here, Oud could understand his intentions. That he was trying his best to find all avenues for his brothers to find peace?
Shaking his head, Oboe would look at Oud before adding; “Maybe you should show me around a bit more…Perhaps this wasn’t what I was looking for after all…and…as it stands, we’re running out of time. The ship will be ready to leave for Namek in a few hours. I’d hate for us to miss our window to get home due to some goose chase for something that may not even be real.”
PL: 1
Total PL: 104,000
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Post by Magister Oud on Jun 28, 2019 16:47:53 GMT -6
Magister Oud PL: 30,000 (Base)
A small smirk had spread across the mazoku's thin lips. He could sense the apprehension within the young namekian's soul upon reaching this place—no, he had sensed it even while they were travelling to this place. The entirety of the expanse was saturated with demon, fel energies the likes of which neither of them had ever sensed before. It contains such great darkness, such great malice and vindictiveness that it was poised to overwhelm those who were lesser than it.
It stood for everything that Oboe was against. But for Oud, it was everything that he ever wanted and needed. After all, power was power. It didn't matter what form it took. What mattered was how one wielded it. If only the now-deceased Guru could have understood that.
"Even if it is not what you were in searching for, then at least this may give you a clue as to what you are seeking," presumed the mazoku as he continued to bask in the glory that was, in his eyes and mind, a fount of great power not just for him but for anyone else who had discipline in dealing with the dark arts. He wished his fellow mazoku clan could see this now.
The dragon priest, however, seemed to wish some debate upon the necessity of strength and power. It was a logical fallacy, regardless. "No one ever attains power for the sake of attaining it; this is not to be contested," he replied as he began to take in deeper breaths. He could feel the darkness of the demon realm filling his lungs and energizing his body with each breath. "Everyone seeks power for a purpose regardless of its weight against others. Some seek power to protect others. Some seek power to protect themselves. Some seek power to maintain their place in the hierarchy of their station. Some… to lay waste to their enemies and those who may become enemies."
Regardless of such a debate, Oboe seemed confident in his methods. He had even offered to take a closer look. Oud, however, did not such thing to stop the young dragon priest from moving from the edge of precipice and until the maw of the chasm fully.
Oud waited for but a moment. Then, suddenly Oboe had come out from the chasm, visibly shaken. The mazoku reached out to grab the priest by the scruff of his robes and pull him back. "Someone like you does not have the discipline to handle such malevolent powers," he told his companion with a stern manner. "You should consider disciplining your naiveté first."
Still, it was a good experiment even if it was spontaneous. The last time Oud had come here he had delved deep into the chasm. He had found himself lost in its choking shadows for what felt like an eternity, yet it was apparent that it was only for mere moments. Whatever was here not only bent the spacial dimensions of the material plane, but even subjugated time itself. Truly it was a magnificent wonder.
"In any case… I am glad that we came to this place. Once more I get to drink from its immense energies. Such sweet ambrosia…"
Oud was not prepared to leave this place. Not yet. Gently he began to float ever so slightly off the rocks and hovered a few inches from the ground. His body slowly drifted a small distance forward until there was only shadow beneath him. With ancient, arcane incantations of both the nether and the ancient namekian race he began to string together passages to begin a ritual of assimilation.
The smoke and strands of the fel began to bubble and whip all around. Ropes and ribbons of violet and red and green began to entwine together like strands of rope as they raised into the sky, hovering just in front of the Magister. Then, they pierced into him. Oud's body lurched forward but he showed no other sign of discomfort, not even a gasp of pain. All of that energy that was piercing him began to fuse itself to his body and soul, imbue him with its ancient evil.
Truly this was power to behold. It didn't matter where it came from. What mattered was how once wielded it.
As the last drop of the gathered fel entered him, Oud declined back to the edge of the canyon. With a grin on his face, he turned to Oboe.
"For me, however… I relish in its greatness."
Oboe
KP: 3/3
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Post by Oboe on Jul 9, 2019 12:25:18 GMT -6
There was much truth and wisdom in the Magisters words, simply statements would’ve normally been disregarded without much weight in any other scenario. Not this one though. The words spoken were filled with confidence and experience, as if the Magister himself knew firsthand the trials and need to find more potent sources of power – regardless of their origin. That alone made him curious, but not so much so as to push the topic. Still, it was something to keep in mind for a later time. As he’d returned from his investigation a bit further down, Oboe was met with Oud’s commentary with a shocking start. The sternness of his voice was almost as if one of the Grand Elders had chastised him – a feeling he did not relish.
“Ive been experimenting with the darker energies of the Mazoku tribes on Namek for some time…I thought perhaps I could withstand the unholy might that I just felt but…you’re right. Perhaps I should stop being so Naïve.”
There was wisdom in his words, so much so that even the Guru of Namek temporarily forgot his own place. As Oud spoke of ‘drinking of its energies’, Oboe paused and continued to watch as the Mazoku Namekian descended towards the edge of the stained chasam. His incantations were full of old, demonic magics – the like he’d only seen in passing on Namek – filtering into strands of darkness that pierced through the others body imbuing him with negativity. It wasn’t that he was against such acts – as Guru he adhered to the teachings of all the castes – it was simply…to allow such darkness to fill one’s body, to fill one’s heart, was this truly the method needed to find more strength? Was Magister Ouds words correct – power was power, no matter the source? He’d have to ponder on that a bit more…
“Then in this regard I’m glad we have come. You seem to be refreshed by this maelstrom of demonic. Is it truly that empowering for you? I mean, obviously outside of the Scar we have nothing like this on our Homeworld…was this one of the things you were searching for in your pilgrimage?”
Oboe was curious, but a swift sigh revealed that maybe there was more weighing down the Guru then he’d let on. He still hadn’t expressed to Oud his true identity yet – having for some reason still deemed it wiser to keep his anonymity about him. Yet, he wanted to understand more of this strange wizard’s lessons. He was, for lack of a better term, rudderless in a storm. Without the Namekians of his youth to guide him, Oboe had been just guessing at all his decisions – perhaps it was this above all other things that led him to put some trust in the strange Namekian he’d encountered on Earth.
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Post by Magister Oud on Jul 21, 2019 16:43:06 GMT -6
Magister Oud PL: 30,000 (Base)
It was truly a work and a wonder of miracles that such a place existed on such a dank, barren backwater planet such as this, though the Magister had no hesitation or reservations on assimilating this power into his own being regardless of where it came from. It was demonic in nature, it held a vast amount of strength, and he was capable of utilizing it to great effect without it corrupting and tearing at his body—those were the only notions that he needed. Everything else could be cast aside to the winds as far as he was concerned.
This namekian dragon priest, on the other hand, was not one of his own kind. He was not mazoku; those who were born and raised in the virtues of their own demonic heritage. Yet, despite that fact, he still felt it wise to try and steep himself into the void of fel that lacerated the plains of this place. He had found out first hand that not even he, with his little experience in the dark arts, could withstand it. Of course, he couldn’t. It was like someone trying to walk through fire simply because they could light a match stick.
”Arrogant as well as naïve,” grumbled Oud as he hung his head low, looking down into the black that was in front of him. With so much power drawn from this place, he felt a connection to it that was much stronger than before. He could even swear that he could hear a voice from within the chasm depths. ”You may have dabbled in such arts but you were not born with it—gifted by it. Your body would not be able to handle such power without succumbing t its malevolence. Maybe it would even kill you.”
The Magister’s words were dark and tinged with morbidity that was no little undermined by his casual tone. Anyone else would have seen death as something to be feared—to be treated with the feared respect that it deserved—but for Oud it was just another step in one’s own mortality. It was something to be welcomed once it had knocked thrice upon the door.
Nevertheless, he smiled as he turned back towards Oboe, his form now shrouded in a smoky veil of blacks and violets from the demonic power that he had siphoned. ”Of course it is empowering,” he replied as he held his arms out to the side in presentation of what he had become in such a brief moment. ”But to answer your question: No. No, this was not what I was looking for. This was just something I happened to stumble across when my ship crash landed at this location. One would call it a stroke of luck. Some might call it a twist of fate. For me, I simply see it as it is—an opportunity.”
Oud gave a small hum as he looked back into the canyon below. So much had happened and so much time had passed since then and now. However, despite that, this place seemed to be inexhaustible in regards to how saturated in demonic fel that it was. He could spend a lifetime here, slowly siphoning and absorbing this residual energy, fully regaining his past power and then some more. That very thought filled him with an overwhelming drive to strive for that eventuality.
But he hadn’t much time to do that. Not right now, anyway. He had agreed to help the dragon priest with his investigations as well as the return to Namek. Someday he would have to come back here and continue feeding.
”I assume that you have decided that this was not what you were in search of?” asked Oud. ”You said that you had sensed that the spike of power occurred on this planet. Do you have any indication as to where on this planet you had sensed it?”
Oboe
KP: 3/3
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Post by Oboe on Jul 27, 2019 18:37:29 GMT -6
The question was valid, as was the actions of the other; Demonic energy – darkness itself – was typically an alluring thing for those of the Mazoku. He could fault Oud no more than he could fault himself for extending magnanimous quantities of faith and care into each and every sentient he met. Such was just the ways of their individual peoples. He’d heard the slight comment about being arrogant and naïve but deems it unworthy his time – there was no telling how long this Namekian had been away and he couldn’t slight his actions towards a member of the Dragon School.
“No, Since I’ve gotten here, I’ve been overwhelmed by a sheer sense of energies and lifeforms. It’s probably due to my new…senses. I’m having trouble discerning individuals on this world, unlike on Namek. I can feel everything on Namek…its much easier there…” Oboe shook his head. “If I could detect the specific flow of force, I’d have flown straight there. Alas – I believe that with the short time I’ve remaining that I’ll have to leave before I investigate further. A pity – I truly hope that it was just my imagination. Otherwise Earth may have been in more danger than they’re aware of.”
The Guru of Namek had his thoughts shift to the younger of the duo – Chime. The youth was apparently doing his job well on Earth – easily becoming a Guru in his own right. He was very proud to have met the youthful hatchling but, that feeling that he’d gotten from Namek? It terrified him to the core. Yet, here he was with nothing strange seemingly going on. Earth wasn’t burning, there weren’t mass graves to greet him. For all intents and purposes, it seemed as if the huge energy had disappeared. With that thought in mind, he theorized that Oud must’ve been the cause of his frantic search.
Since the ritual to become Guru, many things had unraveled in the midst of his meditations. Memories of long times passed, techniques and magical rites that put current traditions to shame. Sometimes he could perceive that which was occurring around him with perfect clarity – other times his feelings were clouded by the memories or images of another’s thoughts. It was all very confusing and unnerving. To that end, he felt maybe he was supposed to meet Oud – or Know him. After all, it was explaining the extreme level of comfort and familiarity he’d held towards the other since they’d met. It was almost as if he’d known him his whole life.
Strange.
“Well…I think this is about all I’ll need to see. Perhaps, if you’re ready, we should get going back to Namek. After all, there’s a whole world of our people and the changes that have occurred that im sure you’ll be interested in seeing. Shall we?”
Oboe reached his hand out, the ancient staff of his Clan – Oros – appeared in his grip. It had always acted as a core symbol of the clan that had merged itself of all the castes; Dragon, Mazoku and Warrior. For hundreds of years, the Elder of the Village would carry its hefty stone and Aijisa wood staff wherever they went. Hence the reason most of his people were known as “Sages” and not “Mystics”. Whether or not Oud would know or recognize this object would be unknown, nevertheless Oboe would begin to float high into the sky at a decent pace, allowing the other to join him at their leisure.
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