He had known little of the Ascended, but a War had been fought in their name. One that had changed the face of the world, lifting half of Haulani into the sky and cracking the continent into pieces. Now they were gone, but there was a new race that walked the lands of Caido. Or rather, a very old one. A race of fire and blood, if the rumors were to be believed...
Hadama had a habit of not believing rumors until he'd had a chance to investigate them personally. The maps in the Underwater palace showed a body of water in the Climb - the region from whence the spade-tailed people were said to originate.
The maps had not mentioned that the spring was filled with blood.
Somewhere high above the caverns and the burning Crust the moon hung full and bright behind the pall of smoke that swirled over the Climb. Hadama, after aquaporting into the ruddy Mountain's Roar, had pulled himself onto the shore, preferring to beach himself rather than remain in the bloodied pool. And because the moon was full, his tail had split into legs and he had shakily stood, summoning clean water with his newly-Mastered magic to rinse himself with before he moved with careful dignity further into the tunnels. His hips were wrapped in a dark grey skirt that dropped to his calves and his trident was in his hand, glowing faintly of starlight to light his way in the dark and steadied his slow, uncertain steps.
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Hadama had a habit of not believing rumors until he'd had a chance to investigate them personally. The maps in the Underwater palace showed a body of water in the Climb - the region from whence the spade-tailed people were said to originate.
The maps had not mentioned that the spring was filled with blood.
Somewhere high above the caverns and the burning Crust the moon hung full and bright behind the pall of smoke that swirled over the Climb. Hadama, after aquaporting into the ruddy Mountain's Roar, had pulled himself onto the shore, preferring to beach himself rather than remain in the bloodied pool. And because the moon was full, his tail had split into legs and he had shakily stood, summoning clean water with his newly-Mastered magic to rinse himself with before he moved with careful dignity further into the tunnels. His hips were wrapped in a dark grey skirt that dropped to his calves and his trident was in his hand, glowing faintly of starlight to light his way in the dark and steadied his slow, uncertain steps.
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