Gustando

Within the inner chambers of the western Wind Temple, the weathered grandmaster readied himself for yet another journey to the cosmos. In preparation for the arduous journey that had called to him, he procured a roll of bread, a skin of water, a set of incense, flint and steel and his trusted haganeki baton, carefully tied to his belt. Placing it all into his satchel, he thus moved to the centre of the chamber. He prepared a rite, using the umbilical cord of a goat, salts and incense as his planar focus. Much like before, the aged planeswalker felt a calling, an unexplainable irritation within the confines of his own mind that required to be scratched. However, he hesitated, he knew that such ventures were treacherous, for his undesired presence would stir the equilibrium of time and space, make his presence known to otherworldly creatures. ____ “Alchemy is not for those who dare not trod in the unknown, the uncertain.” These words echoed within him. It stirred a memory of eld, told to him by one of his mentors. With this, he found the strength within himself to continue. His eyes closed, breath rhythmic, the Oscillit established himself into a state of resonance, ever so still that he could hear his own beat of heart, each breath reverberating through his whole body and soul. His eyes suddenly opened, a hand lurched forth as to reach forth - fingers curling into the fabric of existence and akin an old, forgotten key - twisting sideways as to unlock the unseen passageway. Suddenly. . . a shimmer of light in all of its hues tore open, a portal opened to the realms beyond. Eldritch whispers, calling forth to the man, pleading, begging for him to enter. Perhaps this was a mere fabrication of his own mind, or perhaps something out there did call for him - this was not evident to the man at the time. His heart began to race, the luminance took him aback. Swiftly collecting himself, he stepped forth and within the light. _____ [An esoteric depiction of the passageway within a journal] The land was cold, far colder than any he ever had been. It appeared as if the end of the world had occurred there, what warmth was prior had vanished - naught but niveous mountains, snowy crags, icy buffs with icefields and frozen lakes were to be seen. Its population was slim, and reducing by each day. His destination was Sleet - Snowflake Of The Stars On that fateful day, from the skies shimmered a beaming light, soon to break the clouds and thunder down into the lands. The comet made a three-point landing, and in its wake, a weathered Oscillit emerged - smoke rising from his person. He knew that he had to be swift, for he had now alerted the habitants of this world - if there were any - to his location. Nevertheless the lashing cold, and seemingly unfavourable conditions, a beacon of hope was present without the man yet knowing. Unsure where to go, his head spun to each side, attempting to discern a path to go towards, yet, on the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse. Upon the highest peak in the far distance, a brief reflection of light blinded him. Perhaps it was a mere coincidence, or perhaps fate - he knew his path forth. __ With a frozen stick in hand, which assisted him in scaling the harsh conditions of the land, he continued forth for the aforementioned mountain. Yet, to reach it, the man had to first pass through a colossal forest. As the man entered it, and looked up, it appeared as if the trees were of fairy tales, so long that they nearly reached the clouds themselves. Yet his astonishment was soon cut, as the coldness of the lands numbed each of his appendages. With each step, he found it difficult to continue further, he needed to rest. He dove deep into the forests, his breath growing deeper, his sight somewhat blurred, he was soon at his limit. He grappled onto each and every tree he stumbled across to assist him in standing. Finally, before his eyes he had come across a cavern , he knew this was his shelter, his saving grace from the cold. As he delved into the cavern, within it he had come across a site for a campfire. A small circle of rocks, and within, a pile of shavings of the colossal trees he had seen prior. “Whose is this..?” he pondered to himself. Yet, without further wait, he withdrew the flint and a chunk of steel he had brought prior. With shaky hands, he cracked them together, before eventually, a fire was born. The man warmed his hands upon it, before spending the night there. As the morning came, and the temperature somewhat became more manageable , the man continued on his pilgrimage. Finally, he reached the fated mountain. Yet, his journey was far from over, crossing the harsh forests was just the beginning. In a test of his will, he began to scale the mountain. Yet to his surprise, across the spiral towards the top of the mountain intricate steps were constructed, this confirmed to the traveller that life did indeed exist within this wretched plane. Perhaps it was merely a coincidence that he did not meet anyone, or anything yet. . . __ Pressing on, the man was consumed by his own thoughts. Many questions had run through his mind, yet so little answers. His gaze was merely locked upon the ground, enduring the best he could on this arduous journey, though, in about the halfway mark, he noticed something covered by the snow, a mere etching of sorts within the dilapidated steps of the mountain. Dropping down onto his knees in a frenzy of search, he wiped the snow off of it with his hands, which seemed to be permanently numb at this point. His eyes widened, as his eyes were frozen upon the full marking. T H E O U R O B O R O S ____ He stared at the etching upon the stone stairs, what were merely minutes of his time, appeared to him akin hours of looking at the alchemical symbol. Could this civilization be advanced? To him, it made no sense at all, it appeared as if this plane was void of any invention or logic whatsoever. Standing up, he continued venturing upwards. Certainly troubled by this idea. Perhaps the top of the mountain was the answer to all of this? There was only one way to find out. He continued, even harder than before, having found new determination to continue his journey. Yet, as the man neared the top of the mountain, upon the final spiral of steps, he was greeted with something he had never seen before. A creature of horrific proportions had waited upon its steps. The planeswalker’s fears came true, he had stirred the cosmos and attracted its habitants to him. Swiftly reaching for his wooden baton, he took it out of its holster and held it firmly by him. The creature had not seen him yet, albeit it was a matter of time until it sensed him. Instinctively, with a swift whiff of air, the man established himself into the resonance permeating the land. Out of his body expelled an aura of faux flames - a physical manifestation of the Oscillit’s will. Finally, he stepped out from the corner to face the creature. __ [A rough depiction of the cosmic creature within a planeswalker’s journal] ____ ╒══════════════════════════════════════╕ He stood no chance. Fiercely battling his opponent, despite his martial prowess, the Oscillit found himself bested by the creature’s extraordinary, primal strength. Battered and bleeding, his eyes fluttered - he was losing consciousness and blood rapidly. His heart raced, body fighting for its life, yet it was not enough, not nearly so. The man’s eyes finally closed, he had finally reached his limit, it all took but one strike to end the defeated planeswalker. He could not escape his death here, nevertheless having done so his whole life. He accepted his fate. ___ With a sharp inhale, and an exhale much similar, his eyelids opened. The man found himself lying on a bed, his wounds bandaged and sterilised. How long has he been there? Hours? Days? Weeks? He had lost track of time entirely. Where was he even? Swiftly rising onto his feet, he left what appeared to be a small bedroom. Only to his bewilderment, his eyes fixated upon a figure standing before him, waiting for him. This was the person who shined towards the planeswalker from the very start of his journey, illuminated his path and defeated the cosmic beast - Dresden de Wees. “Father” was all that came out of Jeffrey. After long conversation, Jeffrey exited the small hut located upon the very top of the mountain. He dropped onto his knees and settled his incense upon the snow. This had marked the end of his pilgrimage. Finally, having said farewell to his father, Jeffrey tore a passageway into the fabric of the plane, returning home. ╘═══════════════════════════════════════╛

[!] Pamphlets would flutter across the cities in mention Dear Allies and friends. To commemorate the humble opening of the Wind Temple, in the coming saint's days Grand-Master de Wees extends his invitation to a mutual gathering within the temple for tea and other activities. The gathering will be held within the Wind Temple, located left of Reinmar. Special Invitations; Shugo Kato of Koyo-Kuni and his entourage. [ @Reckless Banzai Screamer] His Holy Pontiff Caius I and his entourage. [ @MadOne] Lector Callahan. [ @Fleeperpriest] Prince Leon II and the citizens of Reinmar. [ @BuilderBagel]

Much agreed. Sun Path in on by itself seems just the clear winner of the 2 paths in terms of combat versatility, the moon path being useful in rather niche scenarios. Perhaps in the future it can be introduced to new abilities, or the existing ones tweaked to level the scale. But overall, this is a change in the right direction imo.

No subway surfers stopped reading after 3 words :/

Jeffrey de Wees reads over the parchment, allocating space in his schedule to attend his student's clerical enthronement!

IGN: Chimping RP Name: Jeffrey de Wees Persona ID: 59564

where's the part where you let people with kani carry mina and items that are required to interact with the server's plugins...

Malding Bokaldem, an early member of the Ferrymen, and formerly the Hangmen, scratched his balding head. The old, now in retirement home, man merely frowned at such in disappointment, at the splitting of the Ferrymen as a whole, compared to the BROTHERLY LOVE they used to have and the sacred rule 4...

Fixed! Many thanks, again