Post by Archer on Jun 25, 2007 20:34:40 GMT
((This takes place after Dalian’s encounter with Ryan. Fire when ready, Ray.))
Thin threads of mossy mesh threaded themselves up from the base of the almighty Guardians Tower, the ancient carved tales and prophecies fading with the ages. The structure, no matter how worn by time, was still as magnificent as it ever was, the immense pole rocketing from the ground, almost eternally stretching to the heavens. Clouds formed in wispy clumps at different intervals up the giant pillar, obscuring vision from ground level of exactly how far the tower spanned; but even if the clouds were invisible, you wouldn’t be able to see the top from the bottom.
It was hard to tell if this was truly a design feature; the Guardian of the planet wanting to place himself as far above the planet as possible in order to survey his population; of if it was simply due to the mass of inscriptions covering it’s every surface. It was said that these tablets of stone contained the secrets to the entire story of Dragonia; every move that was made had been recorded here, and every one that was to come had been prophesised. It was doubtful this was true; even more so that anyone had tried to check.
Dalian Amero sat at the base of the tower, his muscular arms propping himself up against the soft ground surrounding the immense structure. His emerald eyes seemed glazed, as he stared at nothing in particular, taking in every inch of the structure with a sense of awe. There are certain places on a planet that seem to dwarf everything else in comparison; this was one such place.
In addition, he wasn’t in the best of minds. The last few weeks had been troublesome and unpleasant for the young Dragonian warrior, but what was even worse was his complete lack of memory for it; even now, he could hardly remember how he had come to be in this place. His head pounded slightly as he tried in vain to recall this memory, as if some outside influence was barring his entry to his own memories. Lifting on arm off the ground, he rubbed his fingers over his temples, aiming to release some of the pressure on his mind. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead, between his fingers and slid straight down to the tip of his nose, cascading gently down onto the stone around his neck. The emerald shimmered slightly for a moment, before returning to it’s duller green.
Releasing his grip on his forehead, Dalian stared up once again at the grand pillar. As well as it’s physical properties, there were legends concerning the myth of the pillar itself. Dalian could remember his mother telling him stories about it while they travelled on Pao of this great “House of the Gods”; before the memory was once again torn from his mind, leaving a mental rip to heal in it’s place. However, left nagging at the back of his mind was one tale that he had been told; it was said that reaching the top of the tower would triple a man’s physical strength, double his mental prowess and leave his agility second to none.
But these tales came from an age gone by; when the legend was made, it was doubtful that men had harnessed Ki to aid them with flight, nor that such bizarre and outlandish creatures such as Saiyans were known to the planet. In this day and age, reaching the top of this grand structure would probably leave a warrior with little more than another location to mark into his scrapbook.
Dalian stood up slowly, pushing himself to his feet with a quick flick of one wrist, gently easing his whole body into an upright position. His eyes stayed transfixed with the towers surface as he approached it slowly, his arm reaching out to let his fingers brush it’s surface as he came near. His mind raced as the tips of his digits danced over the engravings in the stone; he could feel the stories of the planet, past, present and future, as if they were enacting before him. One moment he saw the Saiyan’s falling from Lunos, the next he could feel the Mirror of Pockus, and the Chaos Beast’s onslaught, which unbeknownst to him had barely finished it’s hold on the planet.
But suddenly, his hand darted backwards from the stone, as if stricken by electric shock. Darting his eyes to this position, he was left stunned by what he saw. Engraved in solid rock were four figures, lined up in a perfect line, their bodies limp, arms suspended by what looked like puppet strings. Following the path of these strings, they simply led to large, archaic looking symbols. However, Dalian was far from uneducated as to what these meant; following- to an extent- the religion of his father. They were the symbols of the Four Elements; Fire, Earth, Wind and Water. He could feel proverbial cogs turning in his confused mind, trying to make sense of what he saw.
He was almost certain one of the four figures was him.
Suddenly, with another rush of mental agony, the thought tried to escape. Dalian’s teeth gritted immediately, his eyes widening as he fell to the floor, clutching his aching head in both hands, his giant figures running through his scruffy, dirty-blonde hair. He could feel the memory of this sight being torn unwillingly from his mind, but with every proverbial pull, his own mental resolve refused to let it leave.
Pushing himself slowly, shakily to his feet, Dalian approached the tower. Every step seemed to take as much effort as it would to lift ten tonnes, the strain on the man’s body evident, even if the source was simply from the mind. His arm raised steadily, all muscles along the enormous limb on the point of bursting, as he placed his palm flat on this image. His knuckles buckled, straining white as his pushed the tips of his fingers forwards.
After an immense struggle against himself, and a final, powerful cry, Dalian thrust his arm backwards, a massive chunk of rock dislodging itself from the pillar. Leaving this unwanted image behind him, Dalian placed his fingers on the pillar once again, pulling his body off the ground, speed increasing by every second. He was going to find out what was doing this to him; and the Planet’s Protector seemed like a good place to start.
Thin threads of mossy mesh threaded themselves up from the base of the almighty Guardians Tower, the ancient carved tales and prophecies fading with the ages. The structure, no matter how worn by time, was still as magnificent as it ever was, the immense pole rocketing from the ground, almost eternally stretching to the heavens. Clouds formed in wispy clumps at different intervals up the giant pillar, obscuring vision from ground level of exactly how far the tower spanned; but even if the clouds were invisible, you wouldn’t be able to see the top from the bottom.
It was hard to tell if this was truly a design feature; the Guardian of the planet wanting to place himself as far above the planet as possible in order to survey his population; of if it was simply due to the mass of inscriptions covering it’s every surface. It was said that these tablets of stone contained the secrets to the entire story of Dragonia; every move that was made had been recorded here, and every one that was to come had been prophesised. It was doubtful this was true; even more so that anyone had tried to check.
Dalian Amero sat at the base of the tower, his muscular arms propping himself up against the soft ground surrounding the immense structure. His emerald eyes seemed glazed, as he stared at nothing in particular, taking in every inch of the structure with a sense of awe. There are certain places on a planet that seem to dwarf everything else in comparison; this was one such place.
In addition, he wasn’t in the best of minds. The last few weeks had been troublesome and unpleasant for the young Dragonian warrior, but what was even worse was his complete lack of memory for it; even now, he could hardly remember how he had come to be in this place. His head pounded slightly as he tried in vain to recall this memory, as if some outside influence was barring his entry to his own memories. Lifting on arm off the ground, he rubbed his fingers over his temples, aiming to release some of the pressure on his mind. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead, between his fingers and slid straight down to the tip of his nose, cascading gently down onto the stone around his neck. The emerald shimmered slightly for a moment, before returning to it’s duller green.
Releasing his grip on his forehead, Dalian stared up once again at the grand pillar. As well as it’s physical properties, there were legends concerning the myth of the pillar itself. Dalian could remember his mother telling him stories about it while they travelled on Pao of this great “House of the Gods”; before the memory was once again torn from his mind, leaving a mental rip to heal in it’s place. However, left nagging at the back of his mind was one tale that he had been told; it was said that reaching the top of the tower would triple a man’s physical strength, double his mental prowess and leave his agility second to none.
But these tales came from an age gone by; when the legend was made, it was doubtful that men had harnessed Ki to aid them with flight, nor that such bizarre and outlandish creatures such as Saiyans were known to the planet. In this day and age, reaching the top of this grand structure would probably leave a warrior with little more than another location to mark into his scrapbook.
Dalian stood up slowly, pushing himself to his feet with a quick flick of one wrist, gently easing his whole body into an upright position. His eyes stayed transfixed with the towers surface as he approached it slowly, his arm reaching out to let his fingers brush it’s surface as he came near. His mind raced as the tips of his digits danced over the engravings in the stone; he could feel the stories of the planet, past, present and future, as if they were enacting before him. One moment he saw the Saiyan’s falling from Lunos, the next he could feel the Mirror of Pockus, and the Chaos Beast’s onslaught, which unbeknownst to him had barely finished it’s hold on the planet.
But suddenly, his hand darted backwards from the stone, as if stricken by electric shock. Darting his eyes to this position, he was left stunned by what he saw. Engraved in solid rock were four figures, lined up in a perfect line, their bodies limp, arms suspended by what looked like puppet strings. Following the path of these strings, they simply led to large, archaic looking symbols. However, Dalian was far from uneducated as to what these meant; following- to an extent- the religion of his father. They were the symbols of the Four Elements; Fire, Earth, Wind and Water. He could feel proverbial cogs turning in his confused mind, trying to make sense of what he saw.
He was almost certain one of the four figures was him.
Suddenly, with another rush of mental agony, the thought tried to escape. Dalian’s teeth gritted immediately, his eyes widening as he fell to the floor, clutching his aching head in both hands, his giant figures running through his scruffy, dirty-blonde hair. He could feel the memory of this sight being torn unwillingly from his mind, but with every proverbial pull, his own mental resolve refused to let it leave.
Pushing himself slowly, shakily to his feet, Dalian approached the tower. Every step seemed to take as much effort as it would to lift ten tonnes, the strain on the man’s body evident, even if the source was simply from the mind. His arm raised steadily, all muscles along the enormous limb on the point of bursting, as he placed his palm flat on this image. His knuckles buckled, straining white as his pushed the tips of his fingers forwards.
After an immense struggle against himself, and a final, powerful cry, Dalian thrust his arm backwards, a massive chunk of rock dislodging itself from the pillar. Leaving this unwanted image behind him, Dalian placed his fingers on the pillar once again, pulling his body off the ground, speed increasing by every second. He was going to find out what was doing this to him; and the Planet’s Protector seemed like a good place to start.
