Aug 7, 2024 12:47:45 GMT
Post by Liek on Aug 7, 2024 12:47:45 GMT
Nestled deep within a sprawling forest, where the trees stand tall and the air is rich with scents both exotic and rustic, lies a quaint cabin that epitomises simple charm and tranquillity. This cabin, a true sanctuary from the hustle and bustle of modern life, is crafted from sturdy logs, their warm, weathered hues blending seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. Its pitched roof, clad in wooden shingles, shelters the cabin from the elements, while a stone chimney rises from one end, promising warmth and comfort within.
The front of the cabin features a wide porch, its wooden floorboards creaking softly underfoot. Here, a pair of rocking chairs invites visitors to sit and take in the sights and sounds of the forest. Lanterns, their glass panes casting a warm, golden glow at dusk, are suspended from the eaves, providing a cosy ambience as the day fades into night.
Stepping inside, the cabin's interior exudes a sense of cosy simplicity. The main room is dominated by a large stone fireplace, its hearth worn smooth from years of use. Above the mantle, a wooden beam supports an array of modest decorations: mostly ancient framed photographs capturing moments of joy, familiarity and adventure shared but a group of six, two males and four females. A plush, overstuffed sofa sits before the fireplace, inviting guests to sink into its cushions and bask in the warmth of the crackling fire.
To one side of the main room, a small kitchen area offers all the necessities for preparing hearty, home-cooked meals. Open shelves display an assortment of mismatched crockery, while a cast-iron stove stands ready to cook up a pot of stew or bake a fresh loaf of bread. The kitchen is both functional and charming, its simplicity harking back to a time when life was less complicated.
The cabin's man bedroom, though modest in size, is a haven of comfort. A handmade wooden bed frame supports a thick, downy mattress piled high with quilts and pillows. A window, draped with simple linen curtains, offers a view of the forest, allowing the morning light to filter in and gently wake the cabin's occupants. The sound of birdsong and rustling leaves serves as a natural alarm clock, signalling the start of another peaceful day in the woods.
In addition to the main living areas, the cabin boasts additional smaller bedrooms meant for the original owners friends to rest in when they visited, each one as simply decorated as the main bedroom. Of the three only one has seen any use in recent years, the other two laying dormant for decades. Additionally there is a large loft, accessible by a wooden ladder. This cosy nook, with its sloped ceiling and low windows, is perfect for reading, napping, or simply gazing out at the treetops. A well-worn rug covers the wooden floor, and a stack of books and magazines sits within easy reach, offering a wealth of entertainment for quiet afternoons.
Underneath, buried into the foundations of the cabin was a large storage area split into two distinct sections. The first, and most easily accessible was the root cellar, the walls arrayed with shelves upon shelves of preserved foodstuffs and herbs, both made by the cabin’s occupants and purchased from stores in case of rainy days, kept cool and dry in the depths. The other section was a tightly secured vault that only a single living being on Earth could open, containing some of the last remnants of the Fury Empire.
Outside, the forest beckons with its myriad trails and hidden clearings. A small stream winds its way through the trees, its babbling waters providing a soothing soundtrack to life at the cabin. Wildlife abounds in this secluded paradise: deer graze in the meadows, squirrels chatter from the treetops, and the occasional fox can be spotted darting through the underbrush.
In this cabin in the forest, time seems to slow down. The days are marked not by the ticking of a clock, but by the changing light and the rhythms of nature. It's a place where one can truly disconnect from the outside world, finding solace in the simple pleasures of life amidst the trees. Whether it's enjoying a quiet morning coffee on the porch, embarking on a hike through the woods, or curling up by the fire with a good book, this cabin offers a retreat like no other—a place where the soul can rest and rejuvenate, enveloped in the serene embrace of the forest.
It was on the porch of this rustic, and out of the way, home that Liek Galswith sat with his legs crossed and his hands together, his mind focused deeply on the depths of his telepathic ability. Last time he had accessed the full scope of this power had been when he first awakened it, and he could not forget what he had seen. Those swirling magma eyes had been burned into the back of his mind, and he couldn’t stop thinking about who they belonged to.
How could he not know their identity? He had been raised and immersed in the culture and traditions of the Fury since an early age, how could he not recognise one of the two central figures of the Fury’s religion? Those eyes must absolutely belong to the Dragon God of Darkness, Death and Destruction Volda!
The youth’s curiosity was burning, hungering and consuming, insatiably seeking to delve into the depths once more and verify if what he’d seen was real. Thus why he was seated on the porch of his childhood home, focusing his mind on this singular purpose.
Once again, he would push up into the Orgone Layer using his telepathy, into a realm no mortal had ever ventured before him, repeating the process he’d followed last time. Gingerly and tenderly he reached out with his mind and his ki pushing into the familiar sensation of what he knew to be the Orgone Layer, establishing the same familiar connection he always used for his Materialisation techniques. He basked into the familiar embrace of the Orgone, letting it wash over him like warm water over aching muscles or the arms of a loved one. For a moment he hesitated, his telepathic will pausing at the maw in which the two energies flowed passed one another.
No record Liek had access to made mention of mortals ever entering the Orgone Layer. Indeed, the Fury had long thought telepathy to be restricted to the realm of Science Fiction, and yet here Liek was, doing what they thought impossible.
Mustering his courage, the youth mentally pushed forwards into the unknown…
The vision of his mind’s eye once again greeted by the forest greens light of the Orgone Layer, the brightest greens being the concentrations that signified living creatures, while the deepest greens being where life was sparse. The teen realised that by sending his will through the tendrils linking them he could send his thoughts to those living beings. Even as he realised that he turned his mental gave skywards, watching the tendrils weave their way beyond the sky…
...and there he saw it. Blinding like nothing else he’d ever witnessed and yet a well of shadows, black wings from horizon to horizon, piercing crimson eyes like roiling magma, obsidian scales, a massive dragon gazing down at him. This time the mere presence of such a being didn’t overwhelm the young man and he was able to retain his consciousness, both mortal and dragon meeting each other’s eyes for a moment before the Dragon spoke, his voice booming in the teen’s ears and mind all at once.
“FEAR NOT THE DARKNESS, INHERITOR.”
“...For in Death, all Life Springs Anew…” The teen replied almost by instinct.
The Dragon nodded, the teen reminded once more of how the Fury viewed the cycle of life and death, how they did not see the Dragon of Darkness as evil, but rather much a benevolent being as his sister, the Dragon of Light, Basireous. “HEED MY GUIDANCE, INHERITOR.” The Fury God spoke once more, “SEEK FROM THE WISH DRAGON OF EARTH THE TRAINING GARB OF THE KAIS, AND WITH THEM FURTHER YOUR TRAINING.”
The teen felt his concentration slipping as delving so deeply into the Orgone Layer sapped his stamina, but all his attention was on the new questions filling his mind, Training Garb of the Kais? Why would he need those? How did that relate to his training?
“ALL IN DUE TIME, INHERITOR.” Volda boomed once more, “REMEMBER, INHERITOR, SO LONG AS YOU TRUST IN THE ORGONE, WE BOTH SHALL WATCH AND GUIDE.”
The teen suddenly found himself back on the porch of the cabin, almost falling over as his body felt heavy from exhaustion. Catching himself before he did keel over the youth smiled weakly, confused by the experience, mind reeling with more questions then when he had started, but his heart filled with comfort and resolution. The last words of Volda ringing in his mind, they where watching and guiding… the Gods of the Fury where at his back as he continued his path to the future.
WC: 1,525
PL: 76,624
Weighted PL: 19,156
Zenny: 22,433
Bonuses: Looters (-25% due to racial)
Super Heavy Weights 75% bonus
Pre-Workout Mix 10% Bonus
Note: Liek now has In Character Knowledge of Kai Weighted Clothes
The front of the cabin features a wide porch, its wooden floorboards creaking softly underfoot. Here, a pair of rocking chairs invites visitors to sit and take in the sights and sounds of the forest. Lanterns, their glass panes casting a warm, golden glow at dusk, are suspended from the eaves, providing a cosy ambience as the day fades into night.
Stepping inside, the cabin's interior exudes a sense of cosy simplicity. The main room is dominated by a large stone fireplace, its hearth worn smooth from years of use. Above the mantle, a wooden beam supports an array of modest decorations: mostly ancient framed photographs capturing moments of joy, familiarity and adventure shared but a group of six, two males and four females. A plush, overstuffed sofa sits before the fireplace, inviting guests to sink into its cushions and bask in the warmth of the crackling fire.
To one side of the main room, a small kitchen area offers all the necessities for preparing hearty, home-cooked meals. Open shelves display an assortment of mismatched crockery, while a cast-iron stove stands ready to cook up a pot of stew or bake a fresh loaf of bread. The kitchen is both functional and charming, its simplicity harking back to a time when life was less complicated.
The cabin's man bedroom, though modest in size, is a haven of comfort. A handmade wooden bed frame supports a thick, downy mattress piled high with quilts and pillows. A window, draped with simple linen curtains, offers a view of the forest, allowing the morning light to filter in and gently wake the cabin's occupants. The sound of birdsong and rustling leaves serves as a natural alarm clock, signalling the start of another peaceful day in the woods.
In addition to the main living areas, the cabin boasts additional smaller bedrooms meant for the original owners friends to rest in when they visited, each one as simply decorated as the main bedroom. Of the three only one has seen any use in recent years, the other two laying dormant for decades. Additionally there is a large loft, accessible by a wooden ladder. This cosy nook, with its sloped ceiling and low windows, is perfect for reading, napping, or simply gazing out at the treetops. A well-worn rug covers the wooden floor, and a stack of books and magazines sits within easy reach, offering a wealth of entertainment for quiet afternoons.
Underneath, buried into the foundations of the cabin was a large storage area split into two distinct sections. The first, and most easily accessible was the root cellar, the walls arrayed with shelves upon shelves of preserved foodstuffs and herbs, both made by the cabin’s occupants and purchased from stores in case of rainy days, kept cool and dry in the depths. The other section was a tightly secured vault that only a single living being on Earth could open, containing some of the last remnants of the Fury Empire.
Outside, the forest beckons with its myriad trails and hidden clearings. A small stream winds its way through the trees, its babbling waters providing a soothing soundtrack to life at the cabin. Wildlife abounds in this secluded paradise: deer graze in the meadows, squirrels chatter from the treetops, and the occasional fox can be spotted darting through the underbrush.
In this cabin in the forest, time seems to slow down. The days are marked not by the ticking of a clock, but by the changing light and the rhythms of nature. It's a place where one can truly disconnect from the outside world, finding solace in the simple pleasures of life amidst the trees. Whether it's enjoying a quiet morning coffee on the porch, embarking on a hike through the woods, or curling up by the fire with a good book, this cabin offers a retreat like no other—a place where the soul can rest and rejuvenate, enveloped in the serene embrace of the forest.
It was on the porch of this rustic, and out of the way, home that Liek Galswith sat with his legs crossed and his hands together, his mind focused deeply on the depths of his telepathic ability. Last time he had accessed the full scope of this power had been when he first awakened it, and he could not forget what he had seen. Those swirling magma eyes had been burned into the back of his mind, and he couldn’t stop thinking about who they belonged to.
How could he not know their identity? He had been raised and immersed in the culture and traditions of the Fury since an early age, how could he not recognise one of the two central figures of the Fury’s religion? Those eyes must absolutely belong to the Dragon God of Darkness, Death and Destruction Volda!
The youth’s curiosity was burning, hungering and consuming, insatiably seeking to delve into the depths once more and verify if what he’d seen was real. Thus why he was seated on the porch of his childhood home, focusing his mind on this singular purpose.
Once again, he would push up into the Orgone Layer using his telepathy, into a realm no mortal had ever ventured before him, repeating the process he’d followed last time. Gingerly and tenderly he reached out with his mind and his ki pushing into the familiar sensation of what he knew to be the Orgone Layer, establishing the same familiar connection he always used for his Materialisation techniques. He basked into the familiar embrace of the Orgone, letting it wash over him like warm water over aching muscles or the arms of a loved one. For a moment he hesitated, his telepathic will pausing at the maw in which the two energies flowed passed one another.
No record Liek had access to made mention of mortals ever entering the Orgone Layer. Indeed, the Fury had long thought telepathy to be restricted to the realm of Science Fiction, and yet here Liek was, doing what they thought impossible.
Mustering his courage, the youth mentally pushed forwards into the unknown…
The vision of his mind’s eye once again greeted by the forest greens light of the Orgone Layer, the brightest greens being the concentrations that signified living creatures, while the deepest greens being where life was sparse. The teen realised that by sending his will through the tendrils linking them he could send his thoughts to those living beings. Even as he realised that he turned his mental gave skywards, watching the tendrils weave their way beyond the sky…
...and there he saw it. Blinding like nothing else he’d ever witnessed and yet a well of shadows, black wings from horizon to horizon, piercing crimson eyes like roiling magma, obsidian scales, a massive dragon gazing down at him. This time the mere presence of such a being didn’t overwhelm the young man and he was able to retain his consciousness, both mortal and dragon meeting each other’s eyes for a moment before the Dragon spoke, his voice booming in the teen’s ears and mind all at once.
“FEAR NOT THE DARKNESS, INHERITOR.”
“...For in Death, all Life Springs Anew…” The teen replied almost by instinct.
The Dragon nodded, the teen reminded once more of how the Fury viewed the cycle of life and death, how they did not see the Dragon of Darkness as evil, but rather much a benevolent being as his sister, the Dragon of Light, Basireous. “HEED MY GUIDANCE, INHERITOR.” The Fury God spoke once more, “SEEK FROM THE WISH DRAGON OF EARTH THE TRAINING GARB OF THE KAIS, AND WITH THEM FURTHER YOUR TRAINING.”
The teen felt his concentration slipping as delving so deeply into the Orgone Layer sapped his stamina, but all his attention was on the new questions filling his mind, Training Garb of the Kais? Why would he need those? How did that relate to his training?
“ALL IN DUE TIME, INHERITOR.” Volda boomed once more, “REMEMBER, INHERITOR, SO LONG AS YOU TRUST IN THE ORGONE, WE BOTH SHALL WATCH AND GUIDE.”
The teen suddenly found himself back on the porch of the cabin, almost falling over as his body felt heavy from exhaustion. Catching himself before he did keel over the youth smiled weakly, confused by the experience, mind reeling with more questions then when he had started, but his heart filled with comfort and resolution. The last words of Volda ringing in his mind, they where watching and guiding… the Gods of the Fury where at his back as he continued his path to the future.
WC: 1,525
PL: 76,624
Weighted PL: 19,156
Zenny: 22,433
Bonuses: Looters (-25% due to racial)
Super Heavy Weights 75% bonus
Pre-Workout Mix 10% Bonus
Note: Liek now has In Character Knowledge of Kai Weighted Clothes
