Post by Lord Xylo on Aug 6, 2017 12:09:32 GMT
[PL: 352,629 | Emperor's Will (x32P) Active! Current PL: 11,284,128 | [UT] Ki Control Active. PL Suppressed to: 300,000]
Harsh winds blew in the Dragon Clan-controlled region of Namek. Lord Xylo stood at ridge of a cliff, overlooking one of the villages of the peaceful caste. As he stared, his mind began to wander. It was a surreal feeling to watch the people -people who believed in his rule- simply live life. Younglings were tending to the gardens for the very first time, while the Elders watched and guided their movements. Rowdy adolescents tried pulling pranks on one another with their newly found magics, while their teachers scolded them if they were caught. It was the one part of peace that he couldn't deny was enjoyable.
One hundred years ago, he would be watching a village like this, but not simply to enjoy the fact that his people were free to laze about. As a young warrior, he would have spied on these people, watching their movements like a vicious predator, relaying everything to his comrades. A village just like this one, filled instead with members of the Warrior Caste, was responsible for killing some of his Mazoku kinsmen.
Today was different, though. The viciousness between clans was slowly evaporating thanks to Xylo's attempts at unification. If he'd been around longer, he might have been able to ensure a smoother transition, but all in all it seemed better than he could ever have hoped for. Trouble between the three clans was at an all time low.
It was a shame that trouble was the exact reason he was out here.
Reports had come in from some of Xylo's men that someone was harming innocent Namekian people. Namekian citizens; normal folks who wanted no part in the war Xylo was waging. From what little the soldiers had gathered, this silent assailant was a powerful warrior with a strange device strapped to belt. Their attacks jumped between the Maima Region and the Northern Scar sporadically. Whoever this was, they seemed to only be targeting Mazoku and Dragon Clan Namekians.
The newest report placed the shadowy figure near Nai Village. It was an uncomfortable place for Xylo to visit, but he wouldn't let the past continue to rend his people apart.
Xylo hopped off the ridge, landing with a light tap just outside of town. He frowned as he approached. "Shoulda named this place after Tuner," he muttered idly to himself.
Within moments of entering the village, he could feel the tension in the nearby townsfolk. They were still afraid of him; a gut reaction that would be hard to erase. Despite their unease, they continued on with their day, acting as if Xylo's arrival was nothing out of the ordinary.
Soon enough, Xylo reached the center of the village, where a massive fountain splashed fresh green water about. A few children were splashing one another with the fresh liquid, circling the fountain as they laughed. A short, wrinkled old Namekian watched them from afar, though his gaze shifted towards Xylo quickly.
"Ah, our Lord has graced us with his presence. What is it you need, o' violent one?" The elder smiled playfully, hinting that his words were not meant to be venomous.
Harsh winds blew in the Dragon Clan-controlled region of Namek. Lord Xylo stood at ridge of a cliff, overlooking one of the villages of the peaceful caste. As he stared, his mind began to wander. It was a surreal feeling to watch the people -people who believed in his rule- simply live life. Younglings were tending to the gardens for the very first time, while the Elders watched and guided their movements. Rowdy adolescents tried pulling pranks on one another with their newly found magics, while their teachers scolded them if they were caught. It was the one part of peace that he couldn't deny was enjoyable.
One hundred years ago, he would be watching a village like this, but not simply to enjoy the fact that his people were free to laze about. As a young warrior, he would have spied on these people, watching their movements like a vicious predator, relaying everything to his comrades. A village just like this one, filled instead with members of the Warrior Caste, was responsible for killing some of his Mazoku kinsmen.
Today was different, though. The viciousness between clans was slowly evaporating thanks to Xylo's attempts at unification. If he'd been around longer, he might have been able to ensure a smoother transition, but all in all it seemed better than he could ever have hoped for. Trouble between the three clans was at an all time low.
It was a shame that trouble was the exact reason he was out here.
Reports had come in from some of Xylo's men that someone was harming innocent Namekian people. Namekian citizens; normal folks who wanted no part in the war Xylo was waging. From what little the soldiers had gathered, this silent assailant was a powerful warrior with a strange device strapped to belt. Their attacks jumped between the Maima Region and the Northern Scar sporadically. Whoever this was, they seemed to only be targeting Mazoku and Dragon Clan Namekians.
The newest report placed the shadowy figure near Nai Village. It was an uncomfortable place for Xylo to visit, but he wouldn't let the past continue to rend his people apart.
Xylo hopped off the ridge, landing with a light tap just outside of town. He frowned as he approached. "Shoulda named this place after Tuner," he muttered idly to himself.
Within moments of entering the village, he could feel the tension in the nearby townsfolk. They were still afraid of him; a gut reaction that would be hard to erase. Despite their unease, they continued on with their day, acting as if Xylo's arrival was nothing out of the ordinary.
Soon enough, Xylo reached the center of the village, where a massive fountain splashed fresh green water about. A few children were splashing one another with the fresh liquid, circling the fountain as they laughed. A short, wrinkled old Namekian watched them from afar, though his gaze shifted towards Xylo quickly.
"Ah, our Lord has graced us with his presence. What is it you need, o' violent one?" The elder smiled playfully, hinting that his words were not meant to be venomous.
Xylo bowed to the elder, before speaking. "I'm here investigating something. Some of my men say that you're in danger from some shadowy fighter. None of my soldiers have been able to pin them down, so I decided to come myself." Of course, he wasn't here all alone. He'd invited one of his higher-ranking soldiers to come along, though they hadn't shown up yet. Perhaps they'd reveal themselves soon.
The elder nodded sagely, a slight frown distorting his jovial features. "Oooh yes, that has been an issue. A few of our younger Mystics were hurt by this man, but none were killed, so at the very least he's more merciful than you." He chuckled to himself, before continuing. "Apparently the fighter was looking for the Dragon Balls, or at least that's what the victims say he's been asking about."
A quizzical look formed on Xylo. Could this be someone from the Solar Empire looking to snatch a wish or two from under the Mazoku's nose?
"This could be bad..." Xylo trailed off, turning away from the elder. "I'll look around. See if I can find any clues. Thanks for the help, old man."
"Always a pleasure, grandpa goop!" The elder let out a hacking laugh, but Xylo was not amused. He ignored the comment, though, and kept moving. He had more important business to deal with.
Sagi Shi