And that is how I coined the term "One Catastrophe at a Time".
"Wow! So when the spell plague happened all hell broke lose? Did you make the Dust Walkers yet?"
No, I did not. It was then that I knew I needed a centralize group to tackle these worldly endeavors.
"But you were strong enough to defeat that Primal!"
Yes, but I was not there to help with sailors sinking into the now Grasping Abyss. I was not there to save Gugale Island from the greater tear in the Rift above.
"Oh. How exactly did that fight go?"
Let us see. It was long ago. The Advolken Gnolls just released the seal of the Well which started to release the miasma back into the world. The event cause the spell plague to disrupt the very natural order of the already fragile Zambrios. One such fracture was the magic sealing away the Fire Primal, Moltonamus. As the rift opened from his eternal prison made by Bahamut himself opened, the world's temperature began to rise. The sky grew a crimson glow reflecting the rage of the Primal. I made haste to the eastern continent of Amaila where he touched down. With one step he set the land ablaze in an inferno. He then spoke looking down upon me.
"W-what did he say? Actually...did he know you?"
At the time, no. I will say he did allude to my fate to come much later. He said, "Bahamut's stench emits from your very being. I do not sense the God is of this world anymore. You will be the source of my ire!". Every word he spoke in primordial combusted in chaotic flames that fell from the sky. I responded in kind, "Your qualms are with Bahamut. Not of this godforsaken land. If you seek to cause strife, then I cast you out."
"Is that when you did the thing!?"
Yes. The thing was done. As I unsheathed Justice and pointed it skyward, the flames of frustration from the primal soon fueled my lightsaber. The sky piercing height of the colossal primal was dwarfed by the sheer magnitude and size of my blade. As the hammer came down splitting Moltonamus in two, I aimed the saber upwards and blasted his remains with all my might. The aftermath left quite the landmark which is the Bergent Canyon we know todat.
"Whoa! Yawn...you tell the best stories Kyaspr Sensei. I hope...to...zzZZzzzzZzz..."
In time, Azune. In time.
Art by the captivating KapeToelo
"Wow! So when the spell plague happened all hell broke lose? Did you make the Dust Walkers yet?"
No, I did not. It was then that I knew I needed a centralize group to tackle these worldly endeavors.
"But you were strong enough to defeat that Primal!"
Yes, but I was not there to help with sailors sinking into the now Grasping Abyss. I was not there to save Gugale Island from the greater tear in the Rift above.
"Oh. How exactly did that fight go?"
Let us see. It was long ago. The Advolken Gnolls just released the seal of the Well which started to release the miasma back into the world. The event cause the spell plague to disrupt the very natural order of the already fragile Zambrios. One such fracture was the magic sealing away the Fire Primal, Moltonamus. As the rift opened from his eternal prison made by Bahamut himself opened, the world's temperature began to rise. The sky grew a crimson glow reflecting the rage of the Primal. I made haste to the eastern continent of Amaila where he touched down. With one step he set the land ablaze in an inferno. He then spoke looking down upon me.
"W-what did he say? Actually...did he know you?"
At the time, no. I will say he did allude to my fate to come much later. He said, "Bahamut's stench emits from your very being. I do not sense the God is of this world anymore. You will be the source of my ire!". Every word he spoke in primordial combusted in chaotic flames that fell from the sky. I responded in kind, "Your qualms are with Bahamut. Not of this godforsaken land. If you seek to cause strife, then I cast you out."
"Is that when you did the thing!?"
Yes. The thing was done. As I unsheathed Justice and pointed it skyward, the flames of frustration from the primal soon fueled my lightsaber. The sky piercing height of the colossal primal was dwarfed by the sheer magnitude and size of my blade. As the hammer came down splitting Moltonamus in two, I aimed the saber upwards and blasted his remains with all my might. The aftermath left quite the landmark which is the Bergent Canyon we know todat.
"Whoa! Yawn...you tell the best stories Kyaspr Sensei. I hope...to...zzZZzzzzZzz..."
In time, Azune. In time.
Art by the captivating KapeToelo
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