Adventure time with an Othan

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Mawloc Othan, an intrepid Mali’ker wandered off one snowy day with his daughter in tow. Mawloc had dreamed of taking his family on one of his spiritual journeys into the wilderness and although the mother of his child would be absent for this one time, he’d seem content with going anyway. As the duo made it to shore via a boat, Mawloc would take Marzoss up a snowy peak and iced over mountain. Just coming into view as they climbed was a man-made structure, tucked deep away into the wilderness and hidden within an ice cavern.



Once reaching the top, the two would stand in awe at the once forgotten village. It appeared to have been deserted long ago, yet the fires that burn in the pits would still smolder. They spoke about the village and searched it yet did not find any sign of any life aside from those fires. They’d then make their way back to the top of the mountain and out of the ice cavern, standing atop a scaffolding that overlooked the sea and neighboring mountain tops. The two would exchange a small set of friendly words before Marzoss had to head back home. Yet Mawloc with a newly acquired map of the area wished to continue on. He would say his goodbyes to Marzoss. Yet little did the duo know what would be in store for Mawloc.


As Mawloc left the top of the mountain and trekked to a neighboring range, he quickly found himself atop another cavern. One deep enough to swallow even the largest creature he had ever seen. He would suddenly be covered in chills as his head would begin to spiral from the sheer height of the cavern. Vertigo starting to set in, he would turn to look and step away. As he reached up to grab hold of a nearby rock, he would lose his footing. Sliding along the ice, Mawloc would fall into the deep cavern. On his way down, he would bounce off the icy side of the mountain, crashing and banging off the occasional rock before finally reaching the bottom which had been covered in many feet of snow. It would be sheer luck that the fall had not killed him.

Mawloc lays there, lifeless for a few hours. He had been knocked out cold from the fall and the longer he sat in the snow, the worse his condition had gotten. Hypothermia would begin to be a real danger. As the hours would pass, Mawloc would begin to slowly awaken to the sound of an ominous figure making strange noises. The noises would become louder and louder in the deep and dark cavern. Mawloc groans in pain quietly as he’d attempt to move yet his leg would be shattered in multiple places, his face crushed on one side from a blow to the face of a rock and both his arms cut, banged and bruised. The blue ice and white snow would have turned a deep and dark red all around him as he had been bleeding in the same spot for hours. His groans of pain only made things worse for no matter how quiet he was, every sound would echo through the cavern.

The ominous figure would then come within sight of Mawloc. He’d raise a hand up to it yet he could not tell what it was. All he saw were deep blue eyes penetrating his own orange eyes. He would then quickly pass out from the immense pain as the shock would wear off. His weak gaze upon the creature would fade into black. The unknown creature would take Mawloc from the snow that very night. Yet where to, not even Mawloc would know. As Mawloc was in his coma, he had lucid dreams of his past. Mostly nightmares of the things he had done to many. Yet between the nightmares were times of joy and happiness. Yet in all of these dreams, he could see the figure that had rescued him standing in the background of every direction he had looked. Deep, blue eyes would meet his gaze at nearly every turn of the head in his dreams. Yet the last dream he had, the figure would have disappeared into thin air. The dream was of his past homes in Leyu’celia and Khel’seth. Spending time with his brothers and sisters, his family enjoying the prosperous times of their people. It’d show him teaching his family and the others how to tame the wild Bokolo.

Yet it all came to a halt. He would remain in a coma for the next couple days before slowly awaking somehow at the entrance of Nor’asath. His open wounds would be wrapped with a mixture of mud and wheat mixed into a makeshift bandage. They would be wrapped around his arms with a cotton string. His face, recognizable but only barely as it would be covered in blood, dirt, and ice from the heavy damage it had sustained as he had fallen nearly to his death. The ‘Ker would groan as he laid at the top of the steps. Any passerby would easily see the bloodied man laying upon the stone and groaning for help before passing out once again.