Post by J'Kar Ezri on Apr 29, 2010 12:20:16 GMT -5
With purpose and determination J'Kar ventured forth in search of himself for he knew a war was coming. He was tired of standing on the sidelines watching as the skirmishes between kingdoms flared occasionally but with ever increasing intensity. He knew it was a matter of time before one side overcame the other and all chaos was let loose upon the lands again.
Seeking to hone his skills and regain the fight that was lost long ago J'Kar searched the wastelands for he knew there he would find the pieces of the past to build the future. Examining the waste of war that lay around that place he ran across a sword broken off at the hilt and decided that would be part of the tool he would need. Spending days without rest he poured weave upon weave of light magic onto the hilt. Each layer building upon the last building upon the brilliance of white light that the blade emitted. Finishing, he had created a magnificent blade visible by its shine from miles away while unsheathed, ready to be put to use in the days, weeks, and months to come.
With weapon in hand J'Kar had the tools he needed but he needed a canvas to practice upon. Life in the wastelands was not existence. Any traveler that stayed was due to the lack of life brought on by the scavengers that visited. Corpses were not hard to come by but one that was mostly in tact were. Coming upon one of an veritable giant, standing at least 7'2", J'Kar claimed this one as the canvas he sought. Dragging the corpse to the open fields to the south, to the point where he could no longer see anything but the horizon and the story clouds above, he started his work.
Mixing light weaving empowered by the bright white lightning and the death magic he had hardly used J'Kar patiently put drop after drop of life back into the corpse before him. Using death for life and light to mend J'Kar stood diligently making sure not to overextend his efforts, making sure not to kill himself, he worked.
On the final day the abomination that J'Kar was had been rivaled by his own creation. A creature able to mend its self but was not alive. One that would not have an instinct of fight or flight, love or hate, kill or heal, but one that was obedient. One that would fight back upon command and halt before it did harm to its creator. One that could take blow after blow without ill effect, with the exception of the occasional lost limb that could be easily reattached. This would be his canvas, his sparing partner, his opponent for honing all his skills. Skills of the blade during combat, skills of death weaving, and skills of light weaving were all to be examined to tuned.
Weeks went by before J'Kar had deemed himself tired of the pursuit. Having learned to twist souls and summon nearby free spirits with death weaving as well as using light weaving to move objects with the slightest flick of the hand. With his skills polished to the point of precision J'Kar knew he would be ready to stand in battle once again. With no further use of his mindless minion, for it would serve no use even as a protector, J'Kar returned the giant to its previous existence.
In respect for the use of the corpse he performed the death ritual and stood by watching the flames and smoke climb high into the sky.
Seeking to hone his skills and regain the fight that was lost long ago J'Kar searched the wastelands for he knew there he would find the pieces of the past to build the future. Examining the waste of war that lay around that place he ran across a sword broken off at the hilt and decided that would be part of the tool he would need. Spending days without rest he poured weave upon weave of light magic onto the hilt. Each layer building upon the last building upon the brilliance of white light that the blade emitted. Finishing, he had created a magnificent blade visible by its shine from miles away while unsheathed, ready to be put to use in the days, weeks, and months to come.
With weapon in hand J'Kar had the tools he needed but he needed a canvas to practice upon. Life in the wastelands was not existence. Any traveler that stayed was due to the lack of life brought on by the scavengers that visited. Corpses were not hard to come by but one that was mostly in tact were. Coming upon one of an veritable giant, standing at least 7'2", J'Kar claimed this one as the canvas he sought. Dragging the corpse to the open fields to the south, to the point where he could no longer see anything but the horizon and the story clouds above, he started his work.
Mixing light weaving empowered by the bright white lightning and the death magic he had hardly used J'Kar patiently put drop after drop of life back into the corpse before him. Using death for life and light to mend J'Kar stood diligently making sure not to overextend his efforts, making sure not to kill himself, he worked.
On the final day the abomination that J'Kar was had been rivaled by his own creation. A creature able to mend its self but was not alive. One that would not have an instinct of fight or flight, love or hate, kill or heal, but one that was obedient. One that would fight back upon command and halt before it did harm to its creator. One that could take blow after blow without ill effect, with the exception of the occasional lost limb that could be easily reattached. This would be his canvas, his sparing partner, his opponent for honing all his skills. Skills of the blade during combat, skills of death weaving, and skills of light weaving were all to be examined to tuned.
Weeks went by before J'Kar had deemed himself tired of the pursuit. Having learned to twist souls and summon nearby free spirits with death weaving as well as using light weaving to move objects with the slightest flick of the hand. With his skills polished to the point of precision J'Kar knew he would be ready to stand in battle once again. With no further use of his mindless minion, for it would serve no use even as a protector, J'Kar returned the giant to its previous existence.
In respect for the use of the corpse he performed the death ritual and stood by watching the flames and smoke climb high into the sky.