Post by Nabel on Jul 2, 2017 13:40:33 GMT
@darc | Heavy Weights equipped | Celestial Event Active | PL: 40,057 | Weighted PL: 10,014.25
The Frozen North wasn't a region that Nabel cared much for. In his younger years, when he had still found joy in the mindless exploration of newfound areas, it had certainly grabbed his attention. With tales of arctic monsters and missing persons abound, given the area's rough terrain, it was nearly impossible for the slightly suicidal lad to ignore. A place that promised dangerous adventures, interesting battles, and the chance to redeem the sweet embrace of death? Sign Nabel right the fudge up!
The demonic dwarf acted as though he had won the lottery, rushing into the region with all of his evil spirits and drunken zeal. It had piqued his fifteen year old self's interest so much, that the relatively poor dwarf had decided to spend money on camping supplies and equipment. After spending the better part of three months traveling alone across all of the snowy lands, Nabel concluded that everything he had heard about the area was horse apples, and that he would never go near it again. But brain damage, forced de-aging and copious amounts of alcohol meant that he didn't always have the best memory
And even when he did remember times past, the lad wasn't exactly certain if the details that his brain-space had provided him were accurate. So that was why the one-armed, single-eyed demon sat alone in an insulated tent, warming his shuddering, stitched body by an open fire, as he sighed in confusion. This was a terrible idea, perhaps the worst one that he'd had in months.
Sure, training in the remote, snow-capped mountains was a staple of every aspiring martial artist's training regimen. If one wanted to reach a breakthrough on the enlightenment angle, this would be the perfect way. But Nabel couldn't help but feel like he wasn't ready yet for the idea, as he sniffed alone. He wished something interesting would happen to stave off the boredom.
"I wanna asplode all of the snowy bits!" He grumbled rather loudly, as he pounded on the icy ground with his heels, sending miniature quakes across the land. It surprisingly hadn't caused a landslide yet, at least, so that was a good sign. He wasn't enraged to the point of mindless destruction yet, though he rarely ever was. Especially not without the aid of the soul-corrupting Makyo Star.
So, maybe the narrator had been underplaying the very cranky boy's frustration a little. The evil energies floating around the entire area would probably tip off to anyone close by that whatever was residing in the tent wasn't a friendly. They would all be wrong, of course, as the former king was extremely friendly. He also just happened to now possess the mind and body of an actual child these days, and that did not do wonders for his temperament. His crippling addiction to alcoholic substances didn't help out much either.
The Frozen North wasn't a region that Nabel cared much for. In his younger years, when he had still found joy in the mindless exploration of newfound areas, it had certainly grabbed his attention. With tales of arctic monsters and missing persons abound, given the area's rough terrain, it was nearly impossible for the slightly suicidal lad to ignore. A place that promised dangerous adventures, interesting battles, and the chance to redeem the sweet embrace of death? Sign Nabel right the fudge up!
The demonic dwarf acted as though he had won the lottery, rushing into the region with all of his evil spirits and drunken zeal. It had piqued his fifteen year old self's interest so much, that the relatively poor dwarf had decided to spend money on camping supplies and equipment. After spending the better part of three months traveling alone across all of the snowy lands, Nabel concluded that everything he had heard about the area was horse apples, and that he would never go near it again. But brain damage, forced de-aging and copious amounts of alcohol meant that he didn't always have the best memory
And even when he did remember times past, the lad wasn't exactly certain if the details that his brain-space had provided him were accurate. So that was why the one-armed, single-eyed demon sat alone in an insulated tent, warming his shuddering, stitched body by an open fire, as he sighed in confusion. This was a terrible idea, perhaps the worst one that he'd had in months.
Sure, training in the remote, snow-capped mountains was a staple of every aspiring martial artist's training regimen. If one wanted to reach a breakthrough on the enlightenment angle, this would be the perfect way. But Nabel couldn't help but feel like he wasn't ready yet for the idea, as he sniffed alone. He wished something interesting would happen to stave off the boredom.
"I wanna asplode all of the snowy bits!" He grumbled rather loudly, as he pounded on the icy ground with his heels, sending miniature quakes across the land. It surprisingly hadn't caused a landslide yet, at least, so that was a good sign. He wasn't enraged to the point of mindless destruction yet, though he rarely ever was. Especially not without the aid of the soul-corrupting Makyo Star.
So, maybe the narrator had been underplaying the very cranky boy's frustration a little. The evil energies floating around the entire area would probably tip off to anyone close by that whatever was residing in the tent wasn't a friendly. They would all be wrong, of course, as the former king was extremely friendly. He also just happened to now possess the mind and body of an actual child these days, and that did not do wonders for his temperament. His crippling addiction to alcoholic substances didn't help out much either.