Awakening
The world of wayward was ours to protect from harm. We were entrusted with all the power of the gods, it seems, as we were locked away in the four lighthouses, deep within the beacons' recesses. I am the protector, the savior of the mars power. As my friends were similarly the ones to save their element's power, and put to sleep, the lighthouse beacons waned. The powers dimmed out of existence, except for the powers locked within us four, the stars which would relight the beacons, and the Psyenergy stones at Air's rock, Magma rock, Aqua rock, and Gaia rock. The elders thought it best to eliminate the powers of alchemy and protect their descendants form its wrath. They were our leaders, war heroes, and betters. They sealed us away for the good of our world. We knew this, and were told that we would awaken to a different world than the one we knew. Unknown to us, we would awaken and would have to fight a band of rebels, who were trying to break the seal on alchemy. We would bring the lighthouses back to resting, and ensure the survival of wayward. From then on we would be the guiding forces of wayward. Even with all that we were told, we were not prepared for what kind of a change we were really in for.
I, Dan, the guardian of mars' flames, was awakened among sleet and snow, deep within my lighthouse's beacon of fire, mars. My black and red Pyro- Tunic, which usually smelled tinged, was oddly wrinkled and seemed dry rotted. The hood had deteriorated so my face was visible, and the shoulders were apparently in just as bad a condition, so the decorative style was all but gone and all that remained was the basic protection of the suit. The belt was in working order, and I was appreciative of that, but was disturbed to see that the legs had a small hole in them from a circular object. This object was nowhere to be found, and I assumed that it was the Mars Star. My sword, appearing at my side when summoned, came then to me as I called out to it, and ignited as soon as I summoned a lone spark around it. I assumed I had been sleeping for a long time, but how could this have happened so quickly? How long have I slept? Where was this band of rebels? Were they on the summit, or maybe at another lighthouse, perhaps?
I was stunned by the sudden chills of my surroundings, and surprised that they even existed in such a place as I was then, and rushed to the door leading outside. I used my summoned sword to slice it out of my way, since it was frozen shut. I walked outside to see what had become of my once warm continent. I scoured the horizon for any clues of life and could not see any through the wall of driving snow all around me. After taking a glace around, I sheathed my sword. There was no enemies to be found in this area. I summoned a spell of flare wall to protect me from the cold, and used searing beam to blast a path in the shoulder-high snow. I trudged trough the quickly re-piling drifts to get to the one place I hoped still existed this far north: Prox. I activated my hover jade and used explosion to blast myself over the beautiful white and cloudy terrain.
As I flew towards where Prox was last estimated to be in the year of the sealing, I couldn't help wondering what could have happened to all the other cities around wayward. My worries were set aside; however, as I drew closer to Prox and could barely see the outline of buildings through the perpetual whiteout before me.
I entered Prox to find not the city I had once grown up in, but a wholly different place entirely. The rivers were frozen, the faces pale and frostbitten, and the buildings in disrepair due to a lack of change in weather over however long it was that I had been gone. I gaped in awe at the suffering of my people. Confused and hurt, I didn't know if I could talk to the people of the village. Their pain and craving for any heat at all almost drove me to insanity: what had happened? How had these people ended up so ravaged? I continued to explore, noting some changes to the town, but something was biting at my intuition. Couldn't quite grasp it, but decided to visit the local hotel to see if I could get some information about the status of wayward.
The sick feeling clawing at the back of my mind would not go away, so I asked a woman what had happened to the once tranquil and comfortable village. She happened to be a sickly, dying female adult by the name of Karst. After a struggle, sat up and said: "It was Felix! He and his gutsy friends did this to us! Right, Agatio?" "Yes", said Agatio, who was also dying, "Felix has done this. Avenge us, mighty warrior, I Implore you!" "I can assure you I will." "Fear not, friends. They will not get away with this deed."
As I left the hotel, the thought finally struck me: this wasn't the townsfolk he knew and his worries about wayward arose again. "What has happened to my friends?" I asked myself, and went off towards the coast. "The coast of the northern reaches has changed, and I do not remember these glaciers." I said to myself while I slid my way across the ice. "There used to be warm oceans here. not frozen wastelands." "Ouch! Cursed ice!" I exclaimed, slipping and falling almost everywhere I stepped. I had fallen on my rear many times, and this was no exception. I decided to relax on the ground and let it recover a bit with the spell aura, and, sprawled out on the ice, I looked to the sky in time to see what I believed to be a flying person. "That can't be possible, unless." "James? Could that be you, or do my tired eyes deceive me?" "It is I, and I have awakened before you, I gather from what is before me." The flying mercury guardian said. "Well I have a sore rear and an issue with a guy names Felix who seemingly destroyed my town" I replied. "Is that so? The wise one has sent me to retrieve you, and we shall awaken and/ or bring them with us. They must be present for us to return wayward to its original state." He explained. "Original state? What else has changed besides the Northern Reaches?" I asked, desperate for more information about the world's great shift during my slumber. "James, I noticed that our powers have been drained, and I cannot seem to fly like I used to." "Well that is explained by the presence of Dijinn, and the original state is what the world was like 10,000 years ago." He said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
The world of wayward was ours to protect from harm. We were entrusted with all the power of the gods, it seems, as we were locked away in the four lighthouses, deep within the beacons' recesses. I am the protector, the savior of the mars power. As my friends were similarly the ones to save their element's power, and put to sleep, the lighthouse beacons waned. The powers dimmed out of existence, except for the powers locked within us four, the stars which would relight the beacons, and the Psyenergy stones at Air's rock, Magma rock, Aqua rock, and Gaia rock. The elders thought it best to eliminate the powers of alchemy and protect their descendants form its wrath. They were our leaders, war heroes, and betters. They sealed us away for the good of our world. We knew this, and were told that we would awaken to a different world than the one we knew. Unknown to us, we would awaken and would have to fight a band of rebels, who were trying to break the seal on alchemy. We would bring the lighthouses back to resting, and ensure the survival of wayward. From then on we would be the guiding forces of wayward. Even with all that we were told, we were not prepared for what kind of a change we were really in for.
I, Dan, the guardian of mars' flames, was awakened among sleet and snow, deep within my lighthouse's beacon of fire, mars. My black and red Pyro- Tunic, which usually smelled tinged, was oddly wrinkled and seemed dry rotted. The hood had deteriorated so my face was visible, and the shoulders were apparently in just as bad a condition, so the decorative style was all but gone and all that remained was the basic protection of the suit. The belt was in working order, and I was appreciative of that, but was disturbed to see that the legs had a small hole in them from a circular object. This object was nowhere to be found, and I assumed that it was the Mars Star. My sword, appearing at my side when summoned, came then to me as I called out to it, and ignited as soon as I summoned a lone spark around it. I assumed I had been sleeping for a long time, but how could this have happened so quickly? How long have I slept? Where was this band of rebels? Were they on the summit, or maybe at another lighthouse, perhaps?
I was stunned by the sudden chills of my surroundings, and surprised that they even existed in such a place as I was then, and rushed to the door leading outside. I used my summoned sword to slice it out of my way, since it was frozen shut. I walked outside to see what had become of my once warm continent. I scoured the horizon for any clues of life and could not see any through the wall of driving snow all around me. After taking a glace around, I sheathed my sword. There was no enemies to be found in this area. I summoned a spell of flare wall to protect me from the cold, and used searing beam to blast a path in the shoulder-high snow. I trudged trough the quickly re-piling drifts to get to the one place I hoped still existed this far north: Prox. I activated my hover jade and used explosion to blast myself over the beautiful white and cloudy terrain.
As I flew towards where Prox was last estimated to be in the year of the sealing, I couldn't help wondering what could have happened to all the other cities around wayward. My worries were set aside; however, as I drew closer to Prox and could barely see the outline of buildings through the perpetual whiteout before me.
I entered Prox to find not the city I had once grown up in, but a wholly different place entirely. The rivers were frozen, the faces pale and frostbitten, and the buildings in disrepair due to a lack of change in weather over however long it was that I had been gone. I gaped in awe at the suffering of my people. Confused and hurt, I didn't know if I could talk to the people of the village. Their pain and craving for any heat at all almost drove me to insanity: what had happened? How had these people ended up so ravaged? I continued to explore, noting some changes to the town, but something was biting at my intuition. Couldn't quite grasp it, but decided to visit the local hotel to see if I could get some information about the status of wayward.
The sick feeling clawing at the back of my mind would not go away, so I asked a woman what had happened to the once tranquil and comfortable village. She happened to be a sickly, dying female adult by the name of Karst. After a struggle, sat up and said: "It was Felix! He and his gutsy friends did this to us! Right, Agatio?" "Yes", said Agatio, who was also dying, "Felix has done this. Avenge us, mighty warrior, I Implore you!" "I can assure you I will." "Fear not, friends. They will not get away with this deed."
As I left the hotel, the thought finally struck me: this wasn't the townsfolk he knew and his worries about wayward arose again. "What has happened to my friends?" I asked myself, and went off towards the coast. "The coast of the northern reaches has changed, and I do not remember these glaciers." I said to myself while I slid my way across the ice. "There used to be warm oceans here. not frozen wastelands." "Ouch! Cursed ice!" I exclaimed, slipping and falling almost everywhere I stepped. I had fallen on my rear many times, and this was no exception. I decided to relax on the ground and let it recover a bit with the spell aura, and, sprawled out on the ice, I looked to the sky in time to see what I believed to be a flying person. "That can't be possible, unless." "James? Could that be you, or do my tired eyes deceive me?" "It is I, and I have awakened before you, I gather from what is before me." The flying mercury guardian said. "Well I have a sore rear and an issue with a guy names Felix who seemingly destroyed my town" I replied. "Is that so? The wise one has sent me to retrieve you, and we shall awaken and/ or bring them with us. They must be present for us to return wayward to its original state." He explained. "Original state? What else has changed besides the Northern Reaches?" I asked, desperate for more information about the world's great shift during my slumber. "James, I noticed that our powers have been drained, and I cannot seem to fly like I used to." "Well that is explained by the presence of Dijinn, and the original state is what the world was like 10,000 years ago." He said, in a matter-of-fact tone.