The Return Of A Warrior

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As Dur'Zuub tripped and stumbled along the roots and dirt of the forest, he wishes that he had never left. Dur had been on a journey for four elven months, trying to find what he truly wanted. He had grown attached to his zult and cherishing it closely. He had seen sand viper and other dangerous creatures. Every time, as an instinct, or something more, his zult would fly towards his foe, flat'ing them in a single blow. 

 

 

Dur had named his zult "TrykZlazh" (Trick Slash) because of the way that it would slash with a mind of its own. In reality, he was just quick in the mind and wrists He had even gone as far as to believe that the spirit of illusion, Veist, was blessing him. This was all in his head, he was crazy from the isolation from society in San'Vitar. He vowed that if he ever was taken from the world, he would be taken holding his zult in hand.

 

 

Now seeing the beauty of a place he never thought that he would see again, he almost crawled into San'Vitar, shouting for friendly faces, food, and water.

 

 

(OOC): Glad to be back, I might be inactive for around a week at a time sporadicly cause of school, but during summer, I will be pretty active! Back to San'Vitar!

[Lita 677]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.