Post by Warrior of Light on Oct 9, 2011 18:52:24 GMT -5
Mt. Gulg was the same mountain that a lifetime ago he and his comrades had fought on in order to protect the order of the world. Now it burned from inside with the fire of the earth itself. The silver haired man there had no recollection of how he had gotten there, nor why he was there to begin with if he had a purpose for it at all. He had been lying unconscious, face-down on a cliff with a perilous descent path off to the side and a few snow covered bushes decorating the bluff. A cave entrance sat behind him, and standing up facing ahead he could see the entire island. What looked like a golden tree with discs on it, a city covered with heavy black clouds, another village he did not know, what looked to be several smaller islets, and what seemed to be ship wreckage.
His helmet had been taken off by some force when he had been knocked unconscious, and his sword and shield had fallen off to the side, almost off the small cliff. It took just a moment for him to retrieve them and, setting his helmet back on his head, he begun descending from the mountain. He came to a place where the path widened in to a proper pathway, several scrawny trees covered in snow standing about the path. The cold, oddly, did not bother him. What did, however, was the eerie silence that had been about him since he had awoken. His own footsteps were all he had heard... until now. He heard the sound of someone else on the apparently deserted mountain. The Warrior of Light pointed his sword in the direction the sound came from "Show yourself," He said quietly, though the silence elevated his voice to sounding like he had shouted it. He waited for the response, sword at the ready.
His helmet had been taken off by some force when he had been knocked unconscious, and his sword and shield had fallen off to the side, almost off the small cliff. It took just a moment for him to retrieve them and, setting his helmet back on his head, he begun descending from the mountain. He came to a place where the path widened in to a proper pathway, several scrawny trees covered in snow standing about the path. The cold, oddly, did not bother him. What did, however, was the eerie silence that had been about him since he had awoken. His own footsteps were all he had heard... until now. He heard the sound of someone else on the apparently deserted mountain. The Warrior of Light pointed his sword in the direction the sound came from "Show yourself," He said quietly, though the silence elevated his voice to sounding like he had shouted it. He waited for the response, sword at the ready.