Post by Oboe on Dec 4, 2019 17:40:57 GMT -6
Some time had passed over the last few weeks since the destruction of Oros Village. Namekians from all over had been hard at work trying their best to rebuild the fallen area to the best of Guru’s direction. It hadn’t been easy – and luckily thanks to the support of Earth and the few residents of Namek, things were coming along. The village itself had already nearly held the same number of houses it had before – but it seemed as if Guru’s intentions wouldn’t end just there. His plans had listed many more homes and buildings, as if he was turning the once quaint hamlet into a full-fledged city.
“Yeah! Go ahead and place those materials over there – near the cave.”
Oboe, much like his brothers, was very hands on. His prowess was being used in a very real way as his magic was pushed to its absolute limit. It was one thing to manifest mundane objects such as weapons, clothing etc. To bring into creation an entire domicile? It was…taxing. Still, with his considerable ability it was still happening. He had been grateful to the great gods that were over watching his people that none of his clan had been harmed during the attack.
Even with everyone still alive and safe, Oboe felt horrible. If not for his trust in others, like Kitiana, His people would’ve been safe! If not for his friendships with others, his lands may not have been burned or ruined by the conflicts of offworlders. In many cases, the Guru of Namek blamed himself for all the pain and misery that had cascaded down upon his world. His people. Though it wasn’t apparent in a blatant way, it was visible in his eyes. In his core. He was conflicted, but whether it was from guilt or something else…that had been yet to be seen.
He’d left a message with Lady Korla, hoping her and the other tuffles would be willing to help him in the rebuilding of his world. Though he hadn’t yet seen them, there was a lot of hope that they would. When his people needed aide, the Tuffles were one of the few to come with that exact thought in mind. They had come, without need or desire for their own whims, to help him when needed. It was this, if anything else, they had proven themselves allies. They, more than anyone, had proven to him that some of his faith was worth it.
“Yeah! Go ahead and place those materials over there – near the cave.”
Oboe, much like his brothers, was very hands on. His prowess was being used in a very real way as his magic was pushed to its absolute limit. It was one thing to manifest mundane objects such as weapons, clothing etc. To bring into creation an entire domicile? It was…taxing. Still, with his considerable ability it was still happening. He had been grateful to the great gods that were over watching his people that none of his clan had been harmed during the attack.
Even with everyone still alive and safe, Oboe felt horrible. If not for his trust in others, like Kitiana, His people would’ve been safe! If not for his friendships with others, his lands may not have been burned or ruined by the conflicts of offworlders. In many cases, the Guru of Namek blamed himself for all the pain and misery that had cascaded down upon his world. His people. Though it wasn’t apparent in a blatant way, it was visible in his eyes. In his core. He was conflicted, but whether it was from guilt or something else…that had been yet to be seen.
He’d left a message with Lady Korla, hoping her and the other tuffles would be willing to help him in the rebuilding of his world. Though he hadn’t yet seen them, there was a lot of hope that they would. When his people needed aide, the Tuffles were one of the few to come with that exact thought in mind. They had come, without need or desire for their own whims, to help him when needed. It was this, if anything else, they had proven themselves allies. They, more than anyone, had proven to him that some of his faith was worth it.
