It was the night that seemed to have echoing ramifications for all of the country. Suna was staring down The Swarm, Sora was also holding back The Swarm without the Daimyo, the Daimyo and others were breaking two Sovereign members out of the Sunan prison, in Soon's Haven a deal was being orchestrated that would have numerous dire consequences, and still, yet other situations were playing out. One of those still lingering situations would be playing out here. It was the western corner of the country, far removed from the three major villages, mostly locations of nomads and what felt like thousands of miles of empty desert. But the Western Frontier of the country was not nearly as empty as it seemed, it was just merely one of the most unexplored regions both before and after the rise and fall of the Diamond Maelstrom. One small point of this vast frontier, a point that had been hidden for almost the entirety of its creation, was a place that was rumored to be "Hammerfall" while others whispered the name "Titan". This place, while not causing the strongest ripple on this night, would still set in motion something else that would be important for the future of the country.
_The bulky masked man, no longer wearing his formal white suit which had been stripped down to a more minimalized black undershirt and his white pants, was dragging another smaller individual along the sand, the person's head completed palmed by the massive right paw of the masked man.
"I'll be damned... you weren't lying. It is here."
Only a groan would be heard from the person the Journeyman of Chaos was carrying. The figure was covered in dust and dirt, caked in sand, but also had a mixture of dried and fresh blood covering his body. The last noticeable thing about this man would be that a metal spike was driven through his ankles, linking them together and nullifying his chances of escape.
"So, since you did know about this place... do you know how to enter it?"
"I... don.....don't.... kn..... kno---"
The sound of flesh being punctured and bone being mashed would be heard, accompanying the sound of metal grating against that bone, as the figure would be released from the clutches of the Journeyman of Chaos, a metal spike now drilled firmly into the top of his head. The figure was no one of consequence, merely an adventurer that had randomly been one of the few people to happen upon this location, Titan. Once known as "Hammerfall, the last refuge of the Order of Journeymen". Some questioned the history on this, if those remaining that specific Order actually exiled themselves out into the western reaches of Wind Country merely to start their own country, or if it was something much more. The Journeyman of Chaos was on the side of this being more. For him, this wasn't Hammerfall, this was Titan. The name Primus once wielded before becoming the liberator of humanity.
"Open sesame?"
It was a magical place in the desert, it only seemed fitting to try. His effort, as minimal as they were, would not be rewarded. The low hum of something moving, of energy surging throughout the place, would be the only thing that would be heard. So he would approach the wall and tilt his head to one side. Within a split second, moving at a high velocity, he would attempt to put one of his many metal spikes into the wall. The thought process seemed to move away from merely entering, but now scaling the wall. The spike would almost shoot out of his grasp as the wall would not only repel the attempt, but a swelling of chakra could be sensed upon the point of contact.
"I'll be damned... did the wall.... intentionally block"
It would be at that time that a shadowy figure would appear atop of the wall, casting a shadow down onto the masked Journeyman.
"HALT. ARE YOU A CHILD OF THE WILL OF PRIMUS?"
"What the... actual fuck..."
The masked Journeyman's arms would begin to dart forward and back towards his pockets. It was a machine gun-like exchange between grabbing a metal spike and thrusting them forward up at the figure overhead. The speed at which he would perform the task would take just a few seconds, and within that time he would have managed to not only collect 20 metal spikes, but he would have thrown them all with enough speed that they would have already been upon the figure above him. These spikes were different than the ones he used on the man from before, these spikes had a special seal affixed to them that would cause them to erupt into an explosion once they made contact with the figure. The first few that hit would cause the sound of metal hitting metal to be heard before the first round of explosions would ring out. Once all twenty explosions had come and passed, a ball of fire of smoke seemed to hang above him, and would in turn begin to plummet down from atop the wall.
"Like a shooting star... what a magical night! "
The mass of fire, smoke, and the enveloped figure would come crashing down, but the quickly the eyes of the masked Journeyman would widen in concern as he quickly pushed himself back. As the figure fell, the shadow it was casting began to grow. He knew one thing immediately: whoever or whatever was falling was incredibly large. The object... the person... the whatever it was would collide with the ground, causing an upheaval of sand and earth as the smoke wrapped around the figure would begin to plume upwards.
While the scene before him began to settle down, the masked Journeyman would take a step forward but would immediately halt as something begin to happen from the wreckage in front of his eyes.
"YOU ARE NOT A CHILD OF PRIMUS. YOU ARE NOT AN INHERITOR OF HIS WILL. I, PROMETHEUS, HAVE BEEN TASK WITH PASSING ALONG THE FIRE TO AN INHERITOR."
"What in the Grand Masters holy name is this madness..."
"AND YOU SHALL NOT PASS."
No one would be around to witness it, but at this moment, on this night, a gigantic metallic humanoid would engage in battle with a bulk masked Journeyman. The result of their battle, one that would last for roughly seven hours, would be a mixture of good and bad. But that would be some stories for another time...
[Topic Ended...for now]
_The bulky masked man, no longer wearing his formal white suit which had been stripped down to a more minimalized black undershirt and his white pants, was dragging another smaller individual along the sand, the person's head completed palmed by the massive right paw of the masked man.
"I'll be damned... you weren't lying. It is here."
Only a groan would be heard from the person the Journeyman of Chaos was carrying. The figure was covered in dust and dirt, caked in sand, but also had a mixture of dried and fresh blood covering his body. The last noticeable thing about this man would be that a metal spike was driven through his ankles, linking them together and nullifying his chances of escape.
"So, since you did know about this place... do you know how to enter it?"
"I... don.....don't.... kn..... kno---"
The sound of flesh being punctured and bone being mashed would be heard, accompanying the sound of metal grating against that bone, as the figure would be released from the clutches of the Journeyman of Chaos, a metal spike now drilled firmly into the top of his head. The figure was no one of consequence, merely an adventurer that had randomly been one of the few people to happen upon this location, Titan. Once known as "Hammerfall, the last refuge of the Order of Journeymen". Some questioned the history on this, if those remaining that specific Order actually exiled themselves out into the western reaches of Wind Country merely to start their own country, or if it was something much more. The Journeyman of Chaos was on the side of this being more. For him, this wasn't Hammerfall, this was Titan. The name Primus once wielded before becoming the liberator of humanity.
"Open sesame?"
It was a magical place in the desert, it only seemed fitting to try. His effort, as minimal as they were, would not be rewarded. The low hum of something moving, of energy surging throughout the place, would be the only thing that would be heard. So he would approach the wall and tilt his head to one side. Within a split second, moving at a high velocity, he would attempt to put one of his many metal spikes into the wall. The thought process seemed to move away from merely entering, but now scaling the wall. The spike would almost shoot out of his grasp as the wall would not only repel the attempt, but a swelling of chakra could be sensed upon the point of contact.
"I'll be damned... did the wall.... intentionally block"
It would be at that time that a shadowy figure would appear atop of the wall, casting a shadow down onto the masked Journeyman.
"HALT. ARE YOU A CHILD OF THE WILL OF PRIMUS?"
"What the... actual fuck..."
The masked Journeyman's arms would begin to dart forward and back towards his pockets. It was a machine gun-like exchange between grabbing a metal spike and thrusting them forward up at the figure overhead. The speed at which he would perform the task would take just a few seconds, and within that time he would have managed to not only collect 20 metal spikes, but he would have thrown them all with enough speed that they would have already been upon the figure above him. These spikes were different than the ones he used on the man from before, these spikes had a special seal affixed to them that would cause them to erupt into an explosion once they made contact with the figure. The first few that hit would cause the sound of metal hitting metal to be heard before the first round of explosions would ring out. Once all twenty explosions had come and passed, a ball of fire of smoke seemed to hang above him, and would in turn begin to plummet down from atop the wall.
"Like a shooting star... what a magical night! "
The mass of fire, smoke, and the enveloped figure would come crashing down, but the quickly the eyes of the masked Journeyman would widen in concern as he quickly pushed himself back. As the figure fell, the shadow it was casting began to grow. He knew one thing immediately: whoever or whatever was falling was incredibly large. The object... the person... the whatever it was would collide with the ground, causing an upheaval of sand and earth as the smoke wrapped around the figure would begin to plume upwards.
While the scene before him began to settle down, the masked Journeyman would take a step forward but would immediately halt as something begin to happen from the wreckage in front of his eyes.
"YOU ARE NOT A CHILD OF PRIMUS. YOU ARE NOT AN INHERITOR OF HIS WILL. I, PROMETHEUS, HAVE BEEN TASK WITH PASSING ALONG THE FIRE TO AN INHERITOR."
"What in the Grand Masters holy name is this madness..."
"AND YOU SHALL NOT PASS."
No one would be around to witness it, but at this moment, on this night, a gigantic metallic humanoid would engage in battle with a bulk masked Journeyman. The result of their battle, one that would last for roughly seven hours, would be a mixture of good and bad. But that would be some stories for another time...
[Topic Ended...for now]
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