Post by Oboe on Nov 15, 2019 16:12:49 GMT -6
Deep within the confines of the Oros Cavern, deep beneath the horse shoe plateau of which the cave was attached, a dark and dank room with a door could be found. Magical Sigils of differing eras littered the door and encased the room beyond within a magical field that diminished mostly anyones power that was held within. Descending down a spiral staircase built directly into the stone, a single Namekian figure would follow the path down, down down. The abyss was thick, though the illumination of the torch the green skinned figure carried did light the path, it did nothing to pierce the darkness.
After a time, the Figure would approach the door, swinging it open with the recitation of a magical phrase. Stepping into the room, Oboe – Guru of Namek – would stare hard at the prisoner within. Chained to the walls by both arms and legs, a bind around her neck, Kitiana; The former apprentice of Guru and progenitor of the destruction of Oros Village, would be found. Her demonic powers dulled and nullified by the sheer magic of this chamber. Where once Guru would look upon her with a fatherly smile, he now gazed upon her form with disdain upon his face.
Even seeing her, like this, was a testament – a reminder – that he’d failed. He’d tried to help the girl master her darkness, but instead had opened the doorway for her wicked nature to spill through. Though its last words were about the Blood Moon that had appeared in the celestial stars above, and how that had been the reason for her transformation to darkness, Oboe had lost his ability to trust her words and as such truly thought that her actions were caused by her own hand and her own decisions. In short? Oboe didn’t believe her.
“Wake up Demon. I would have more words with you – Don’t try to play unconscious, I know my Healing Magic has ensured your wounds have settled. You owe me this much, girl.”
His tone was dark, mean. It was unlike any he’d ever uttered to another in his life. Merely seeing her caused his blood to boil with rage and hatred. Could such things be a side-effect of his Tuffulization? An action undertook by the Tuffle – Korla – in an attempt to save him? Had her intrusion into his body revealed a side-effect? Even if such things were the case…could one truly blame the Guru of Namek for being enraged?
This child, in her great glory, had deemed his family – his clan – his village worth destroying. Those who had treated the offworlder like family, those who had given nothing but kindness was as easy to dispose of for her as a piece of refuse. After so many had done such similar things on his world – Guru had lost his composure. He was infuriated by the mere thought that any could come to such a peaceful land and cause destruction! Irritated by her lack of answer, the Namekian manifest a bucket of ice-cold water before throwing it upon her hanging form.
“I said awaken spawn!”
After a time, the Figure would approach the door, swinging it open with the recitation of a magical phrase. Stepping into the room, Oboe – Guru of Namek – would stare hard at the prisoner within. Chained to the walls by both arms and legs, a bind around her neck, Kitiana; The former apprentice of Guru and progenitor of the destruction of Oros Village, would be found. Her demonic powers dulled and nullified by the sheer magic of this chamber. Where once Guru would look upon her with a fatherly smile, he now gazed upon her form with disdain upon his face.
Even seeing her, like this, was a testament – a reminder – that he’d failed. He’d tried to help the girl master her darkness, but instead had opened the doorway for her wicked nature to spill through. Though its last words were about the Blood Moon that had appeared in the celestial stars above, and how that had been the reason for her transformation to darkness, Oboe had lost his ability to trust her words and as such truly thought that her actions were caused by her own hand and her own decisions. In short? Oboe didn’t believe her.
“Wake up Demon. I would have more words with you – Don’t try to play unconscious, I know my Healing Magic has ensured your wounds have settled. You owe me this much, girl.”
His tone was dark, mean. It was unlike any he’d ever uttered to another in his life. Merely seeing her caused his blood to boil with rage and hatred. Could such things be a side-effect of his Tuffulization? An action undertook by the Tuffle – Korla – in an attempt to save him? Had her intrusion into his body revealed a side-effect? Even if such things were the case…could one truly blame the Guru of Namek for being enraged?
This child, in her great glory, had deemed his family – his clan – his village worth destroying. Those who had treated the offworlder like family, those who had given nothing but kindness was as easy to dispose of for her as a piece of refuse. After so many had done such similar things on his world – Guru had lost his composure. He was infuriated by the mere thought that any could come to such a peaceful land and cause destruction! Irritated by her lack of answer, the Namekian manifest a bucket of ice-cold water before throwing it upon her hanging form.
“I said awaken spawn!”
