“Hey...” Ronke called to Hana now.
The two of them were still seated on the rock, each of them enjoying the splash of water against their face.It was not much but at least to some extent, this was the closest they could get to beach wears.Ronke’s ripped gown was slit to make a two piece attire. One piece of it to wrap her chest and the other piece remaining as her gown. Hana, on the other hand, had her kimono wrapped to her waist, revealing her innerwear of a sleeveless jumpsuit. Not exactly beachy but for the moment now, it served the purpose.“How are you seeing this whole place and the vibes here? I think it's really satiating and co. What about you?” Rinke asked, trying to start a conversation between the two of them.
Of the lotnf them so far, the two of them had had it rough with each other. Although, it was never so direct and all of that but then again, it had always been there. And it seemed that the both of them had always clashed leads over Bayo.IGetting close to the heart of the opponent King was no small feat. Take it however you may want. The fact that she had the backing of a deity definitely did not make it any easier for her. In fact, there were the other wives of the King and their jealousy to deal with. Many other matters which were prevalent among the King place which did not allow for a total smooth sailing. Still, we have to give credit to Moremi. That despite all this, she was willing and able to pull all her resources together to achieve that which she was after. And what was that? Simple! To learn the source of victory for the Eastern tribesmen. So determined was she that she was willing to pay the pric
“Who the heck are you guys?” Shin shouted. “Who the heck are we?” the man with the circular painting at the forehead said, his knuckles creased. “You come to our realm and instead of paying proper respects, you think you can jump into our sacred waters and enjoy yourselves? The audacity!” He bellowed. And just as he did now, the other tribe men who had similar markings, except that theirs was of the color of red, drew closer. Each one of them having their gaze as heavy as possible with killing intent oozing off them. At this, Shin and Bayo exchanged knowing glances. Bayo smirked while Shin adjusted the glasses on his face, a wry smile playing softly by the edges. “Boys. Pipe it down.” Ronke immediately called
“Mhmm...” The man with the red band on his head ached and then rose to a sitting position. He had placed the right hand to his head, his eyes shut even as he nursed the headache which he had currently. He was bare chested, his chest wound with bandages, from his chest to the armpit of the right hand. Opening his eyes to the dark room, he blinked now, allowing himself to come to terms with where he was. A spark of recognition flared within his mind and he groaned in respect of it. The battle was over. He had lost. And right now, he was right in the home of the healer. The irunmole lady in the whole of the town, Iyabo. “Gah... Tch...” Chef Bamiro frowned some more in pain and rubbed his head together. As he did
Eventually with Moremi at the helm of victory, she returned back home to her people. There is indeed the saying that the wanderer would one day find his or her way back home and in her case, this was utmostly true. After all, she had but nothing left in the land of.the Eastern Invaders. Her mission had been concluded and it was then up to her to return back home. To learn of the secrets of the foreign King was no light feat for her. However it posed a risk to her. A grave risk. She had to find her way out. It is rumored that she had charmed her way out of the hands of the Queen. And likewise in the same manner, she charmed herself out of the kingdom. How she had been able to escape without being brought back
You would think it was a happy ending sort of situation? Of course, that is what it does look like and besides who would not want a happy ending for the brave queen> She had done the unthinkable and had bested the odds in the favor of her own nationality. She had gone into enemy land and had befeiednt ehKing there such that he was able to divulge their war secrets to her and then it was all fine. It would be the perfect ending. That she would be welcomed to her own town. That she would be paraded a hero. And of course, this is where it is heading towards. Except in the actual sense of it, reality is often discomforting to say the least. When Moremi had returned and when the battle was won. Naturally, there was a noise of c
People think that when they do things, that nobody notices them. They think that they are well hidden and as such there is no one to call them out or to praise them.However this is only but fals mentality.In the reality we live in, there is nothing hidden under the sun. It does not matter how well and how clever it was hidden, along the line, it would have to be revealed to public light. Or someone may have noticed it.It is then the responsibility of such person to determine whether to speak out or to keep silent. However, even at that, that goes further to prove the rule that people would see. Even when you think they do not.When the celebrated Queen met a disgraced end, the people saw it.Even though she had made sure she killed herself quietly, the wind carried the sounds of it. There was no silence to the deeds that she had done .Even nature was willing to sound it near and far.In celebratory moods, the people of the town went a
Obatala, the King of the Gods. The making of a deity who would be the King of Gods and is the King is a mystery that is greatly contested amongst a lot. Notwithstanding, there is even so little information about how the King of Gods came to be. Or how he got to be about the title. But there is one thing which is there for a fact. And that is, Obatala is the First Orisha. Not necessarily the first God or the first deity. Notice the subtle difference between the two of them. An Orisha is not necessarily a Deity. And a Deity may not necessarily be lower than an Orisha. While you may want to get information on why this is so, that would not be the topic for discussion. Some things are best left
You see, the stories about creation are explicit in the true sense of it.When Eledumare created the Universe, he created the first beings that be. Understand first that Eleduamre is a cohesion between the two primary forces that existed before all of time.Olorun, Olofin and Olokun, each of them playing a pivotal role in how the gods did come to be. They set out in various spheres of curation, all of which constitute the reality that we live in.And once they were done, there was the general sensation that something was lacking. Some other present which was not them. Something other than them.Now, at this junction, you may be thinking about how this may correlate with Obatala being the First Orisha. If this is you, then be rest assured that you are wrong.It really does correlate but not in the way that you think it.___________________Culled From: How the Gods Came to Be; As written by Historian Culminus____________________ <
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No more did the noise of the crowd disturb the harmony of both Hadjans as they stood still, both of them staring at the ground. After Abiola dispersed the assembly, he had said a few parting words to the crew and then left, his head heavy in thoughts. The City was in mourning. Whether they blamed Ronke for bringing in Ascenders in or not, it did not change the fact that Ronke was gone. There was no way in the Seven Heavens that they were going to get her back. At least, not in the form she was, when she was alive. Ken and Spyder stood a while back, watching but not daring to say a thing. They had not known the crew for too long, their only actual connection being no one sles but Bayo. Now, Bayo was gone. Or rather, Bayo had gone rogue.
“He was an Ascender/” \ “How come we did not get to be told this?” “Ascenders are always evil. We know this.” “Why did you withhold this from us?” “Why Would she bring us to the services of an Ascender.?” “They say the boy was her lover?” “Is it true?” “ What is this? This is bad!’ “The Irunmole Could come down on us soon.” “What she did, not telling us, was bad.” ‘I don’t support this.” “Ronke did us bad.” Ascenders: Rising To Hero
I, Temi, former Asoju of the Irunmole Society and ambassador to the Draconian Confederacy hereby write, in this official statement in my defense, that I do not regret my actions so far. Nevertheless, it is not to your fault that I hold these things. I try very much not to dwell on what is past but in the same vein, the recent happenings have left me irked. So irked that I would rzae the heavens to get my vengeance. The one who cost me my pain, the Ascender and First Born of the abominations of Trixius. Fight and destroy every one of them until, at long last, my dignity is restored and the hand that struck me down is brought back in embers. I, upon my honor, I shall have the head of the First Born. Maybe, only maybe by then, you may come to believe me. To believe the extent of the severity of the threat that194. First Born's Judgement
Life is not one thing that is set in stone. Our fate is not set in stone. One moment, we may think we have it all but then at that same moment, Life plays its expensive jokes at our expense. There and then, the life that thought was perfect immediately takes a sour turn, making for nightmares what once thought we had. It is a pitiful tale of our own very existence but it is so that we must live. One by which we must abide in, as far as we are not gods. Even the gods themselves are fated to live lives in which they are not pleased with. What then is the confidence for us who are not even like the gods in any way? There is nothing in life, that being said, there is everything in life. Let us not think that at our best moments, we do not expect the worst. Always set out good things but then, keep a handy
“Did you know about this?” Abiola asked Ronke, mouth agape. “He is a monster.” “Yeah, that does not matter. We won.” Ronke dismissed the conversation. But on looking back, her eyes widened now. Several of the Familiars seemed stuck to even act as they stared at Bayo, standing over the gigantic mass of the Turtle Backed Sonic Beetle. She could instantly guess what they were thinking. Now, they would be putting two plus two together, making their observations about what was really happening. Holding her stomach now, she heaved and then screamed out, free hand in the air. What if they decide to turn Bayo over to seek the peace like they usually had to do/ Her Heart raced, numerous thoughts surging through them. She would have to find a way to protect him. Sh
Apart from absorbing bloodlines while you fight, what else did you notice about this battlefield/’ Yasmin asked Bayo as he flexed his fingers right in front of the Beast. The Turtle Backed Sonic Beatss was already in front of him and the form of it was indeed tremendous. Just like he had seen from a distance. It was fearsome, its huge buck tripling the confidence of the monsters as it stared at him balefully. “You Want some?” Bayo taunted. ‘Focus, Biayo.’ Yamsin Called out to him. ‘I know, I just want to say something to it. It's staring at me and making me feel somehow.’ Byao complained. The Beast in front of him seemed to study him with beastial intelligence. It remained still, pausing and waiting while its Beetle eyes
“Ah!” Ronke moaned as her body slammed helplessly against the ground. She thrust her hands to both sides, her vision hazy. Looking for something to grab onto and regain her balance. However, for each object she touched, she could only make out the soft, squished and slightly distorted forms of them. These were once living creatures. There were the bodies of the beasts which had been stuck down by the familiars so far. Pride surged in her heart but at the same time, looking on through the hazy vision of hers, she felt a bit of panic. What was Bayo up to now? “Hey, need a hand?” A voice called to her, helping her get back up. Rejuvenated by the source of the voice, Ronke summoned all of her will power as she rose, hefting
No matter what happened here, Ronke’s plan was not foolproof. Things could always go south. It was for this reason, Hana remained jittery all through the wave. None of that they had faced up till now could prepare them adequately to face a wave. She knew that much. Despite being Lord Classed, she still felt uneasy. Somehow, something would happen. Something that was unplanned for. That was what she looked out for. The one thing she would be able to tank out with her Lord Classed Soul Strength. Law of War churned in her soul space, furiously boosting her spirits as she held her blade, tense but ready for action. She dashed to the left, slicing through, her eyes shut. Fiery aura razing into the atmosphere about her as the air heated up considerably. Her mind went ablaze, alertness level surging high. This was the true power of the Lord Class. The Class were one had a Soul Aura, the first true step in the beginning of power ascension. She opened her eyes