TheHistorian
Whoever this victor guy is i need to have a word…
The Mighty Mightor
Western edge of Skartaris
Early morning
The suns rays had just crested over the ice walls when Ur awoke and noticed the gathered crowd below the cliff face he had built his hut on. Several tribesmen from at least three tribes had gathered from what he could tell. The Plumaged headdresses of the Huatli, Leopard skin tunics of the Makatai, And blood red body paints of the Tumbash at least told him who was there. Yet he found it odd that so many were there, it had to be at least three dozen, big enough to be a small tribe on their own. At first he assumed they needed something of him but he soon saw they had gathered around a hooded figure who mentioned a “Sun god” a foreign concept to the Skartari yet the man spoke not as an outsider but as one of them. Not a good a sign as dar as Ur was concerned. Gods did nothing but assure the weak of the righteousness of their own causes, and Ur had never met a so called God before. Rolling his eyes at What he assumed would be a trying morning he took his dinosaur skin cowl and his club and leapt from his cliff plummeting the hundred meters straight down and landing hard with a purposefully loud landing snatching attention from the edge of the crowd and watching it spread as he approached.
The people clearly had a problem, he could see the concern on their faces. Luckily he didnt have to wait long to find out what it was as the Chieftess of the Makatai approached him. He had always found Shanna To be quite appealing to the eye, however her creased brow and obvious frustration did admittedly scare Even the Mighty Mightor. “Mightor…i thought you were supposed to be The Mighty, you are supposed to protect Skartari. So why then does a foreign God Bring misfortune upon us?” Her words were sharp as usual, and Ur had to take a moment to ponder the meaning of a few of her words but eventually he responded. “What god do you speak of? What bad thing has befallen us?” she looked about ready to stab him in the throat before the Older Chief of the Huatli, Numha, spoke up. “Mighty Mightor…as the sun rose this morning it gave its heat generously, too generously it seems, a part of the great wall fell into the waters of The Toko River. Our three tribes were flooded, all was lost. Well… None of our people were taken by the waters thankfully, but all our homes and all in them was lost.” Again Ur paused to take in what he was told. Numha always spoke with many words, something Ur did not like about the man, but it was not his place to govern his peoples ways, only to preserve the people that they may live as they saw fit.
“What has a foreign god to do with the sun or its heat, shall we blame a foreign god for the fall of the ice as well? Perhaps we blame a foreign god for the flow of the river in the season of water?” Ur spoke calmly but inside he was starting to get irritated, Gods had no place in Skartari, this conversation alone went against the Old ways. “The foreign god which we speak of, which i have told them of, is a god of the Sun…Mighty Mightor. Since his arrival thirty years ago the sun has been giving its light to the entire world. Or am i wrong? Has the suns light not grown in the past three decades?” this time the one speaking was the mysterious cloaked man, he approached with his hand extended palm up in a submissive greeting. Respecting his submission Ur placed a closed fist knuckles up in the mans palm. “You have seen this yourself? You have been beyond the great wall and seen this god?” Ur said not breaking eye contact with the odd magenta eyed man. “I have Mightor, The Mighty Warlord conquered my tribe and drove me out. I Am Van Dhal of the Savagè Clan.
I have spent the past Five centuries beyond the wall, though i have not seem the god myself i can attest to his existence. He is truly great Mightor…Perhaps even more so than you.” Ur could not see much of the mans features as he spoke but that last sentence came with some salt. Ur’s lower jaw jutted forward as he stroked his chin in thought. He had heard of the Savagè clan, they were warriors who fought to the man, none survived the Warlord. For a long time he thought that was very odd, this man here seemed to vindicate his assessment of that, and he had no reason to doubt him, not only did he speak Skartari dialect fluently as any native, but Ur could feel the High evolutionary energies swirling within the man, though it was mixed with other things, that made sense, the warlords magic items did the same to his energy.
Finally Ur turned on his heel and began to walk away from the gathering adding one last comment as he walked. “Where is this Sun God?” he asked in a monotonous manner. “He is the patron deity of Mepolis, a great city in a mountain south east of the Wall and neighboring two seas.” the cloaked man said with a bit of excitement in his voice. “Then i shall go there and have words with him, and more if he wishes.” He was just about to launch himself into the air when the mam added one last warning. “He will try to lie to you Mighty Mightor, do not believe his falsehoods, He CAN change what he is doing, And he IS the reason your ice wall melts.” Ur nodded and smiled “I thank you Van Dhal, We Skartari are lucky to have you return when you did.” His words were punctuated by Ur launching himself into the sky and Letting out a tremendously loud Whoop that echoed a few times before a screech responded and a winged raptor descended from the higher cliffs. Mightor mounted his beast and immediately a sheathe of golden light covered the beast Magnifying its own energy the lad had given it. With a second screech and a digging of Ur’s Heels the winged raptor beat the air with its supercharged wing muscles and the Sonic boom in its wake would linger and echo in the air long after the two disappeared over the lip of the great ice wall.
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Kal Kent
2 miles over Mepolis Western border
Early morning
Kal couldn’t help but smile at the tickling feeling of the Water droplets in the cloud he had just burst through. He always loved his morning flights, sure it wasnt all fun and games, he was surveying the territory of mepolis and looking for any threats. Luckily today seemed to be free of problems so he found himself lingering on the border his nation shared with one of their few allies. While kals night had been full of fitful sleep and odd dreams, his morning seemed to be going smooth. He was up in time to meet with Lady Lang and Sir White as the changing of the guard occurred. There he learned of a fire in a stable on the countryside, but that had been taken care of by the moon knights and Kal found himself without much to do. He gave a brief address to the new recruits who had just finished basic at Sir Perry’s request but with all that done all that was left to do was enjoy the view.
Unfortunately his view of the gorgeous borderlands between nations would not last. He knew it too, he had seen the army marching towards the border and knew that joint training operation’s were going to occur today. A sign of the two nations strength and coordination. He and the Other “Special powers” of The two nations would meet the following day to train in their own joint operations and while part of Kal was excited to work on such things, the rest of him knew it was not a good sign of things to come. It seemed as if things were ramping up every day and getting closer to the point of no return. He only hoped if it did come to a war he could end it as quickly and painlessly as possible. Yet something in him told Him it wouldn’t be that simple, that something big was headed the worlds way.
Western edge of Skartaris
Early morning
The suns rays had just crested over the ice walls when Ur awoke and noticed the gathered crowd below the cliff face he had built his hut on. Several tribesmen from at least three tribes had gathered from what he could tell. The Plumaged headdresses of the Huatli, Leopard skin tunics of the Makatai, And blood red body paints of the Tumbash at least told him who was there. Yet he found it odd that so many were there, it had to be at least three dozen, big enough to be a small tribe on their own. At first he assumed they needed something of him but he soon saw they had gathered around a hooded figure who mentioned a “Sun god” a foreign concept to the Skartari yet the man spoke not as an outsider but as one of them. Not a good a sign as dar as Ur was concerned. Gods did nothing but assure the weak of the righteousness of their own causes, and Ur had never met a so called God before. Rolling his eyes at What he assumed would be a trying morning he took his dinosaur skin cowl and his club and leapt from his cliff plummeting the hundred meters straight down and landing hard with a purposefully loud landing snatching attention from the edge of the crowd and watching it spread as he approached.
The people clearly had a problem, he could see the concern on their faces. Luckily he didnt have to wait long to find out what it was as the Chieftess of the Makatai approached him. He had always found Shanna To be quite appealing to the eye, however her creased brow and obvious frustration did admittedly scare Even the Mighty Mightor. “Mightor…i thought you were supposed to be The Mighty, you are supposed to protect Skartari. So why then does a foreign God Bring misfortune upon us?” Her words were sharp as usual, and Ur had to take a moment to ponder the meaning of a few of her words but eventually he responded. “What god do you speak of? What bad thing has befallen us?” she looked about ready to stab him in the throat before the Older Chief of the Huatli, Numha, spoke up. “Mighty Mightor…as the sun rose this morning it gave its heat generously, too generously it seems, a part of the great wall fell into the waters of The Toko River. Our three tribes were flooded, all was lost. Well… None of our people were taken by the waters thankfully, but all our homes and all in them was lost.” Again Ur paused to take in what he was told. Numha always spoke with many words, something Ur did not like about the man, but it was not his place to govern his peoples ways, only to preserve the people that they may live as they saw fit.
“What has a foreign god to do with the sun or its heat, shall we blame a foreign god for the fall of the ice as well? Perhaps we blame a foreign god for the flow of the river in the season of water?” Ur spoke calmly but inside he was starting to get irritated, Gods had no place in Skartari, this conversation alone went against the Old ways. “The foreign god which we speak of, which i have told them of, is a god of the Sun…Mighty Mightor. Since his arrival thirty years ago the sun has been giving its light to the entire world. Or am i wrong? Has the suns light not grown in the past three decades?” this time the one speaking was the mysterious cloaked man, he approached with his hand extended palm up in a submissive greeting. Respecting his submission Ur placed a closed fist knuckles up in the mans palm. “You have seen this yourself? You have been beyond the great wall and seen this god?” Ur said not breaking eye contact with the odd magenta eyed man. “I have Mightor, The Mighty Warlord conquered my tribe and drove me out. I Am Van Dhal of the Savagè Clan.
I have spent the past Five centuries beyond the wall, though i have not seem the god myself i can attest to his existence. He is truly great Mightor…Perhaps even more so than you.” Ur could not see much of the mans features as he spoke but that last sentence came with some salt. Ur’s lower jaw jutted forward as he stroked his chin in thought. He had heard of the Savagè clan, they were warriors who fought to the man, none survived the Warlord. For a long time he thought that was very odd, this man here seemed to vindicate his assessment of that, and he had no reason to doubt him, not only did he speak Skartari dialect fluently as any native, but Ur could feel the High evolutionary energies swirling within the man, though it was mixed with other things, that made sense, the warlords magic items did the same to his energy.
Finally Ur turned on his heel and began to walk away from the gathering adding one last comment as he walked. “Where is this Sun God?” he asked in a monotonous manner. “He is the patron deity of Mepolis, a great city in a mountain south east of the Wall and neighboring two seas.” the cloaked man said with a bit of excitement in his voice. “Then i shall go there and have words with him, and more if he wishes.” He was just about to launch himself into the air when the mam added one last warning. “He will try to lie to you Mighty Mightor, do not believe his falsehoods, He CAN change what he is doing, And he IS the reason your ice wall melts.” Ur nodded and smiled “I thank you Van Dhal, We Skartari are lucky to have you return when you did.” His words were punctuated by Ur launching himself into the sky and Letting out a tremendously loud Whoop that echoed a few times before a screech responded and a winged raptor descended from the higher cliffs. Mightor mounted his beast and immediately a sheathe of golden light covered the beast Magnifying its own energy the lad had given it. With a second screech and a digging of Ur’s Heels the winged raptor beat the air with its supercharged wing muscles and the Sonic boom in its wake would linger and echo in the air long after the two disappeared over the lip of the great ice wall.
~~~
Kal Kent
2 miles over Mepolis Western border
Early morning
Kal couldn’t help but smile at the tickling feeling of the Water droplets in the cloud he had just burst through. He always loved his morning flights, sure it wasnt all fun and games, he was surveying the territory of mepolis and looking for any threats. Luckily today seemed to be free of problems so he found himself lingering on the border his nation shared with one of their few allies. While kals night had been full of fitful sleep and odd dreams, his morning seemed to be going smooth. He was up in time to meet with Lady Lang and Sir White as the changing of the guard occurred. There he learned of a fire in a stable on the countryside, but that had been taken care of by the moon knights and Kal found himself without much to do. He gave a brief address to the new recruits who had just finished basic at Sir Perry’s request but with all that done all that was left to do was enjoy the view.
Unfortunately his view of the gorgeous borderlands between nations would not last. He knew it too, he had seen the army marching towards the border and knew that joint training operation’s were going to occur today. A sign of the two nations strength and coordination. He and the Other “Special powers” of The two nations would meet the following day to train in their own joint operations and while part of Kal was excited to work on such things, the rest of him knew it was not a good sign of things to come. It seemed as if things were ramping up every day and getting closer to the point of no return. He only hoped if it did come to a war he could end it as quickly and painlessly as possible. Yet something in him told Him it wouldn’t be that simple, that something big was headed the worlds way.