Jul 11, 2024 9:05:19 GMT
Post by Liek on Jul 11, 2024 9:05:19 GMT
The Fury had a long and varied history, one Liek only knew a very limited amount about. But one thing he knew was that the myriad civilisations that where eventually united into the Fury Empire had diverse cultures with different perspectives. One of those cultures had at least been partially correct in assuming that the sun was some kind of furnace, burning fuel to keep the world alive. They had been wrong about the fuel, thinking that Basireous was dutifully feeding wood to feed the flames until she rested at night. It wasn’t until long after the unification that the Fury learned of nuclear fusion, but the title of the Great Furnace had permeated common language by that point. Having been raised immersed in the culture and ways of the Fury it was only natural for Liek to think of the sun as the Great Furnace, even if it was a different star to the one the Fury had lived under.
And so it was Liek soared through the heavens as the Great Furnace burned away the chill in the morning sky as he journeyed south, the vast blue and green of the ocean stretching out below him as he soared over the patchwork of islands, some tiny, one tsunami away from obliteration, others large enough to serve as the home to cities.
But there was one in particular the young man sought, one his Grandmother had informed him over many times as she recounted the adventures of her youth. The home to a hermit who just so happened to be a functionally immortal legendary martial artist. He wasn’t sure on the details, but from what he gathered the immortality came from having drunk from the Fountain of Youth at some point. Not that Liek really cared.
What mattered was that he knew he couldn’t be complacent with the strength he currently held and needed to get stronger. His Grandmother had been an absolute monster in her prime, and the boy knew he was like a candle trying to out burn the Great Furnace compared to her. And while he stacked closer to power to the likes of Zaks she still outstripped him by a wide margin.
He hadn’t come out into this region without planning ahead. He didn’t know the lay of the land, but he knew that others would, so he gathered up some of the zenny his Grandmother had kept and flew to East City, located a random convenience store and browsed the aisle quickly (it was his first time to a convenience store even if he did know of them from the old shows and movies his Grandmother showed him) before locating the rack of maps. Once he had he perused the selection and found a fairly decent one of the islands of the Southern Region.
He had fully intended to pay for the map, but he was chased out by an irate manager who didn’t take kindly to the ‘scruffy’ looking young man flying in their store. Yes, Liek hadn’t thought for a moment that flying around would cause a stir. It was so natural for him that the idea never occurred to him that normal people might find it off putting.
So he had left the store with a free map.
With his aerial view of the region, and map in hand it was fairly easy to mentally mark out landmarks to find his way.
An hour or three later the boy spotted what he had to guess was the right island. It was north of one of the larger islands in the region and had a small pink house on it with the words ‘Kame House’ painted on it. A bead of sweat made it’s way down the back of the young man’s head at the sight of the… questionable choice of colouring.
Folding the map up the youth took a deep breath and steeled his courage. It was time to meet the man who would hopefully be his new teacher for the foreseeable future.
Taking a deep breath the boy landed in front of the tiny home, stepped up to the door, wiped his feet on the welcome mat, and politely knocked on the door. After a few agonising moments the door swung open and a hunched over, spindly old man with a bald head and a magnificent beard appeared. The man’s eyes, hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, looked the young man up and done, lingering a moment on the boy’s tail, before looking back up to his face.
The man stroked his beard before speaking, “Listen young man, unless its a free, all expenses paid, luxury cruise with nothing but bikini models, I ain’t buyin.” Words that caught the young man completely off guard. He’d been expecting a dignified, wizened old man… not… this…
“Um…” he muttered before finding his voice, bowing politely as he spoke, “My name is Liek Galswith, I’m looking for Master Roshi? I was told he lived here.” He took a deep breath as he stood back up and elaborated, “My Grandmother, Fa Galswith of the J Numbers, told me about him and said that he could help me with my training…”
The old man’s eyes widened. He remembered Fa and the others, they had been four confused children thrust into a conflict they neither expected nor wanted to be party to, but targeted all the same. He’d found them collapsed on his island, exhausted from running and fighting. He had taken them in, helped them regain their health and given them advice. In the end they had left, not wanting to burden his welcome further, but he had bid them return should they need a safe place to rest.
Galifrey had stopped by some time after to let him know that they had resolved the conflict, but not in a way they found satisfying. A shame, but at least they could live out the rest of their lives in peace.
The old man sighed and stroked his beard again, “I see…” He muttered before confirming, “I am the Master Roshi you seek.” The old man moved his beard stroking hand behind his back and asked, “So how is Fa? And her friends?”
Liek looked down and replied, “She passed peacefully a few months back. She was the last of the J Numbers to go.”
“I see…” Roshi sighed, another one gone. Such was the curse of his longevity. Friends, family, students… all departing before himself.
Stepping out of the house the old man looked out over the ocean for a while, in a small way this reminded him of another student of his. Back then he’d almost dismissed the child before learning of his relation to one of his students. Now he had the Grandchild of another, short term as it may have been, student. He could tell this young man wasn’t like his past student, this one needed an anchor, something of certainty they could tie themselves to, not like the past student who was more like the wind. The ancient Master eventually replied, “Very well then. I’ll take you on as my student, Liek.”
He turned to the young man and poked him in the chest with his cane, “But, first things first… show me what you can do!” He smirked, “I saw some of that Furiemshinken the J Numbers used and I don’t see any of that armour they wore on you! I want to see how you fight and how you use their tricks without armour!”
Pumping his fist the young man let out a breath of relief before replying, “Sure thing! You got it! Master!”
WC: 1,295
PL: 7,285
Zeni: 4,984
Boneses: Looters (-25% due to racial), +5% Roshi Bonus
And so it was Liek soared through the heavens as the Great Furnace burned away the chill in the morning sky as he journeyed south, the vast blue and green of the ocean stretching out below him as he soared over the patchwork of islands, some tiny, one tsunami away from obliteration, others large enough to serve as the home to cities.
But there was one in particular the young man sought, one his Grandmother had informed him over many times as she recounted the adventures of her youth. The home to a hermit who just so happened to be a functionally immortal legendary martial artist. He wasn’t sure on the details, but from what he gathered the immortality came from having drunk from the Fountain of Youth at some point. Not that Liek really cared.
What mattered was that he knew he couldn’t be complacent with the strength he currently held and needed to get stronger. His Grandmother had been an absolute monster in her prime, and the boy knew he was like a candle trying to out burn the Great Furnace compared to her. And while he stacked closer to power to the likes of Zaks she still outstripped him by a wide margin.
He hadn’t come out into this region without planning ahead. He didn’t know the lay of the land, but he knew that others would, so he gathered up some of the zenny his Grandmother had kept and flew to East City, located a random convenience store and browsed the aisle quickly (it was his first time to a convenience store even if he did know of them from the old shows and movies his Grandmother showed him) before locating the rack of maps. Once he had he perused the selection and found a fairly decent one of the islands of the Southern Region.
He had fully intended to pay for the map, but he was chased out by an irate manager who didn’t take kindly to the ‘scruffy’ looking young man flying in their store. Yes, Liek hadn’t thought for a moment that flying around would cause a stir. It was so natural for him that the idea never occurred to him that normal people might find it off putting.
So he had left the store with a free map.
With his aerial view of the region, and map in hand it was fairly easy to mentally mark out landmarks to find his way.
An hour or three later the boy spotted what he had to guess was the right island. It was north of one of the larger islands in the region and had a small pink house on it with the words ‘Kame House’ painted on it. A bead of sweat made it’s way down the back of the young man’s head at the sight of the… questionable choice of colouring.
Folding the map up the youth took a deep breath and steeled his courage. It was time to meet the man who would hopefully be his new teacher for the foreseeable future.
Taking a deep breath the boy landed in front of the tiny home, stepped up to the door, wiped his feet on the welcome mat, and politely knocked on the door. After a few agonising moments the door swung open and a hunched over, spindly old man with a bald head and a magnificent beard appeared. The man’s eyes, hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, looked the young man up and done, lingering a moment on the boy’s tail, before looking back up to his face.
The man stroked his beard before speaking, “Listen young man, unless its a free, all expenses paid, luxury cruise with nothing but bikini models, I ain’t buyin.” Words that caught the young man completely off guard. He’d been expecting a dignified, wizened old man… not… this…
“Um…” he muttered before finding his voice, bowing politely as he spoke, “My name is Liek Galswith, I’m looking for Master Roshi? I was told he lived here.” He took a deep breath as he stood back up and elaborated, “My Grandmother, Fa Galswith of the J Numbers, told me about him and said that he could help me with my training…”
The old man’s eyes widened. He remembered Fa and the others, they had been four confused children thrust into a conflict they neither expected nor wanted to be party to, but targeted all the same. He’d found them collapsed on his island, exhausted from running and fighting. He had taken them in, helped them regain their health and given them advice. In the end they had left, not wanting to burden his welcome further, but he had bid them return should they need a safe place to rest.
Galifrey had stopped by some time after to let him know that they had resolved the conflict, but not in a way they found satisfying. A shame, but at least they could live out the rest of their lives in peace.
The old man sighed and stroked his beard again, “I see…” He muttered before confirming, “I am the Master Roshi you seek.” The old man moved his beard stroking hand behind his back and asked, “So how is Fa? And her friends?”
Liek looked down and replied, “She passed peacefully a few months back. She was the last of the J Numbers to go.”
“I see…” Roshi sighed, another one gone. Such was the curse of his longevity. Friends, family, students… all departing before himself.
Stepping out of the house the old man looked out over the ocean for a while, in a small way this reminded him of another student of his. Back then he’d almost dismissed the child before learning of his relation to one of his students. Now he had the Grandchild of another, short term as it may have been, student. He could tell this young man wasn’t like his past student, this one needed an anchor, something of certainty they could tie themselves to, not like the past student who was more like the wind. The ancient Master eventually replied, “Very well then. I’ll take you on as my student, Liek.”
He turned to the young man and poked him in the chest with his cane, “But, first things first… show me what you can do!” He smirked, “I saw some of that Furiemshinken the J Numbers used and I don’t see any of that armour they wore on you! I want to see how you fight and how you use their tricks without armour!”
Pumping his fist the young man let out a breath of relief before replying, “Sure thing! You got it! Master!”
WC: 1,295
PL: 7,285
Zeni: 4,984
Boneses: Looters (-25% due to racial), +5% Roshi Bonus
