Streaks of dawn began to seep into the dust baked plains of Amnor, filling it with a golden brown hue. In front of an Inn, an old fashioned building in the shape of a large bungalow with red tiled roof and brown brick walls, crouched a 5 feet tall Spirit Wolf Prime.
It's eyebrows were furrowed together as it thought, indecisiveness racking it's entire frame. It had spent the dusk outside, because the Inn master had refused letting pets into the inn.
Bayo heaved. Upon hearing from Ronke that Jaspar was alive after all, only sickened to death, he had initially denied it. It didn't matter that Jaspar told him to leave, that he would be fine afterwards.
No, not at all. From the way Jaspar got emaciated and all dried up like a rotting corpse after fighting the Hunter 01278…
'No, I can't think like this. If Jaspar is alive. Then, even by whatever inch that I can help him, I would.
I owe him my life.' Bayo thought.
And true to that, if
Seeing it, Hana frowned. "Law of War…" She chanted, her boots slamming down into the earth in a burst of energy while she slammed her hands into an X, snarling."...Valorous Stand."The risen RunicStar with his back to the Inn smiled, seeing the one Hadjan standing firm to tank his weapon.The technique Valorous Stand or Stance was one technique that was highly prized in the Law of War. It allowed it's caster to draw vicious energy from the Principle of Valor, the attribute of War that allowed tremendous attacking output.The technique compresses energy into a certain parts of the body or the whole body in some cases, toughening it to become a self destructive mechanism.And as result, a technique like this was often the most defensive when it came to tanking a hit as compared to the defensive Principle of Might.Except that right now, instead of fuelling the technique with pure destructive energy from Valor, Hana st
The Familiar Realms, home to the Familiar indigenes for centuries past.Small framed and in height similar to that of the humans on earth, have proven time to time to be of utmost value to all of Orun.Regardless of the fact of their low soul energy, they have proven themselves to be formidable allies in terms of weapons crafting.Learning the skill that enabled them to easily inject a tiny bit of Agbara into a weapon to unleash a potential that is infinitely and inversely proportional to the injected Agbara.This prowess of them is something not a being can deny. Which is why many realms have tried to seek out partnerships with them.Ally yourself with us, crafts us weapons and we would support you. But, never again have been so proud a being like those of the Familiars.They refused, treaty and threat, aligning themselves for centuries and selling often to the highest bidder.You could not buy out one (
That person who helps others simply because it should or must be, and because it is the right thing to do, is indeed without doubt, a real superhero.________________________Culled from: The Words of Stan Lee, the magnificent. Of Blest Memory_________________________Meanwhile, from within the dome covered Inn, a man with dreads, bare upper body and a sack hanging down with a nozzled top stepped out from the curtains.He had sandals on, his lower torso clothed in baggy trousers, sand filtering after him as he walked to stand beside the tobacco smoking Inn master."Hm… Between the mercenaries, who do you suppose would win the stalemate?""Hm!" The Inn master glanced briefly at the dreaded hairstyle, brown skinned mister before returning to the scene before him, wordlessly."Kill joy!" The man splayed fingers in his dread."You know this would be more fun if you opened the barrier. I wish to jo
Fear.Fear was the first emotion that's gripped Bayo. This early and he was already cocooned?His heart took a double double beat, compounding his 5-foot frame. The layer of sand was like a second skin strongly sticking to his body but yet holding inbound in one place.The Familiar, Ronke, did not have plans for him to join the fight. And that he could not accept. After all, the only option Bayo had to save Jasper was through the female familiar.'I can't go out now. We just started. I'm not done yet.' Bayo mused. 'Alright, Yasmin, let's get It started. Status!"_____________________________Name: Bayo -Ascender HumanSpecie: Spirit Wolf Prime -Mythic TypeSoul Stage: Ground ClassEnergy: 901/990Ability: Complex Speech, Energy Absorption, Alpha Howl, Crackling body, Buff Up, Agbara DetectionLaw: (Law of Love) Law of Gluttony_____________________________'You might want to
Ronke groaned on her fours, her silky black hair slowly swirling in the blurry haze of energy radiating from her.Whilst Bayo had gone engaging,Abiola had let her down to focus fully on crushing her soul bond as he had assumed. That act alone had allowed her time to consume another reconstructive healing pill, the effect of which covered her in white glow."Hahaha! Your Soulbond is finished. And your trump card is out, sister. Crushed under my hand. " Abiola laughed proudly, walking forward, towards Ronke and the dome. "You know your problem, Sister. You always underestimate me and all of us at Familiar land." He snorted, slamming his right fist to the center of his chest."Uh." Ronke groaned, raising her head to reveal the surprise in it. "Maybe, you're overestimating yourself.""What?" Abiola paused, frowning slightly.TSSSH… TSSSH… SSSHNNK…Static buzzed in the distance behind Abiola. The Familiar shot Ronke a startle
Hand of the Sect, I have duly received and acknowledged your report on the happenings in the First Heaven.May your chains continue to bring just punishment to all those who oppose the return of the MadPrime.Indeed, I approve of your actions towards combating the Emere. Had it been left unchecked, the case may be different from what it is now.And if it were to be different, then, we can say again, much to our defeat that the crazy gods themselves have bested us in this, once again.Those idiotic gods, living in all the wealth and power but yet subjecting the rest of us like pawns on a game of chess to their manipulative biddings.For centuries, we have endure their torture, continuously. And out of fear, we failed to stand by the Mad Prime in his greatest moments.If we had just the guts, perhaps Trixius himself might be the new god of all, the one with a better plan for us all.Alas, such is not the case. But then again
"Hah!" Asoju Temi slammed his right fist on his gold enameled table, scoffing furiously.Of recent, the stream of events that had occured she left a bitter taste in his mouth.Now, against his calculations, the blockade he asked for at the Exotic World Bridge of Amnor had failed, considerably.And that did not even matter that he had been able to discover another Ascender there.Not at all. For that crafty wolf to escape him, despite the mark he placed on it was perplexing. If at all, it meant that the Wolf or Dog was the most dangerous of all the Ascenders he had come in contact with.In fact, this was without a single doubt.How did the Wolf get past him, get past the Drakon wall and finally, morph into the Metalplated Dip Eagle that escaped Gbemiga's hailstorm technique.It didn't just make a single iota of sense.Except, Temi snorted, the Ascender had gotten help from someone.But then again, none o
**Light shone in the narrow passageway, receding shortly after with the form of Temi standing there, a black curtain before him.Asoju Temi stepped into the seemingly small room behind the curtain only for the room stretch for several meters, stacked shelves high with bulky books and dusty scrolls and scattered filesThe room had only one table that was illuminated by a tiny pinprick of light from the ceiling and filled with various ink bottles and papers as well as files. Behind the table was a huge but yet lean Drakon with his forehead having a gem that changes colors every now and then, while wearing a dark brown long sleeve robe.Drakon Lord Meados looked up from his books and scrolls, acknowledging the presence of the Emere before him.Pointing to the empty chair before him, he urged. "Please sit. We have long matters to discuss."Temi nodded once before accepting the invitation.Once seated