Silence Sei
09-05-12, 03:54 PM
((I am using the map I earned during the Adventurer’s Crown for this particular quest. This thread is open for anyone who wants to join it.))
Sei stood with his back towards Irrakam, both his hair and the parchment between his hands blowing with the harsh Fallien winds. He had been given the map after he was informed that he had somehow failed during the first round of the Adventurer’s Crown. At least, the mute kept telling himself that he had lost the round. In truth, the telepath realized that continuing down the dark and apathetic road he was taking alongside his brother was a costly mistake, and so he had opted to remove his team from the tournament, under the pretense that their position be given to another Ixian Knight’s group.
He knew that Ciato, and the other person in his team would be mad at his executive decision, so he had fled to Fallien. He had brought all of his weaponry, several canteens of water to battle the hot sun, and a map offered as a consolation prize to everyone who participated in the first round of the Adventurer’s Crown. Rather than actually write down instructions to find the ambiguous treasure that the map alluded to, the locations were all drawn. The largest outline on the map indicated the shape of Fallien, or more specifically, the one place in Fallien that few dared to go.
The place in question was simply known as ‘The Ruins’. Over six hundred years ago, many of Fallien’s great cities, which were at the forefront of technology at the time, where struck down by the country’s Goddess, Suravani. The remnants of the cities were mostly buried beneath the constantly shifting sands of Fallien’s desert, with hints of a large building or some ancient treasure peeking out for those who would dare venture towards it. Of course, heading through the ruins also meant that you would deal with the harsh Fallien environment, the blistering sun above, and the alleged ghosts and harpies that roamed the wasteland.
It was just the kind of challenge Sei needed.
He began walking, his feet crunching against the golden sand below. He could smell his body already starting to sweat, the downside of wearing gray in a desert. He could feel the grains of sand as they whipped around his exposed arms, snuck into the crevices of his gi. It was a welcome feeling to a man who believed he had lost his way. He was soon out of sight from the guards mounted atop the Fallien walls, taken by the shroud of desert that would lead him to a new purpose.
Sei stood with his back towards Irrakam, both his hair and the parchment between his hands blowing with the harsh Fallien winds. He had been given the map after he was informed that he had somehow failed during the first round of the Adventurer’s Crown. At least, the mute kept telling himself that he had lost the round. In truth, the telepath realized that continuing down the dark and apathetic road he was taking alongside his brother was a costly mistake, and so he had opted to remove his team from the tournament, under the pretense that their position be given to another Ixian Knight’s group.
He knew that Ciato, and the other person in his team would be mad at his executive decision, so he had fled to Fallien. He had brought all of his weaponry, several canteens of water to battle the hot sun, and a map offered as a consolation prize to everyone who participated in the first round of the Adventurer’s Crown. Rather than actually write down instructions to find the ambiguous treasure that the map alluded to, the locations were all drawn. The largest outline on the map indicated the shape of Fallien, or more specifically, the one place in Fallien that few dared to go.
The place in question was simply known as ‘The Ruins’. Over six hundred years ago, many of Fallien’s great cities, which were at the forefront of technology at the time, where struck down by the country’s Goddess, Suravani. The remnants of the cities were mostly buried beneath the constantly shifting sands of Fallien’s desert, with hints of a large building or some ancient treasure peeking out for those who would dare venture towards it. Of course, heading through the ruins also meant that you would deal with the harsh Fallien environment, the blistering sun above, and the alleged ghosts and harpies that roamed the wasteland.
It was just the kind of challenge Sei needed.
He began walking, his feet crunching against the golden sand below. He could smell his body already starting to sweat, the downside of wearing gray in a desert. He could feel the grains of sand as they whipped around his exposed arms, snuck into the crevices of his gi. It was a welcome feeling to a man who believed he had lost his way. He was soon out of sight from the guards mounted atop the Fallien walls, taken by the shroud of desert that would lead him to a new purpose.