TFoTT: Part 6

 

“The Geir army blackens their armor following tradition. It’s a great contrast to the bright yellow cloth they use, and when alone it makes them blend into their cities dark stone building materials. Some of the Generals of Geir have been known to wear gold accented/decorated filigree blacked armor.”

-          Kingdom Article de Historical (959).

            “Princess do you honestly think it is wise to make Sho unable to perform his duties prior to the tournament. I don’t think I have seen him happy outside of ‘fulfilling his duty’. Considering I am one of his best friends that’s… saying something.”

3-6-5 Hell on Earth: Day Five

3-6-5 Hell on Earth

Joshua S.                                        Day: Five

            I went back outside after yesterdays build. Standing on the deck I realized when it rains not only would the boxes potentially become swamps but the majority of deck could as well. Besides the obvious wetness it would or could make the deck weigh too much. Josh sighs “More work,  though I guess it’s better to get everything out of the way and then try and rest and forgot about the situation at hand… “

Rest in Piece[s] O’ Wicked Death

There is an ever more existing array of expanding planes and fields. This Verse was once the only one but it’s becoming more apparent that there may be a plural sense, a multi-verse. Each one watched over and in the grand scheme of things each verse is balanced by a magnitude of force, be it positive or negative. A Balance must exist, that is how nature works; equilibrium. If there were ten verses we could line them on a line chart from planes inherently filled more with negative energy, where as the verses on the other end are filled with more positive energy. In this way natural law keeps the balance, when people die that is the culmination of the system fixing itself. What we fear or preach exists on a far broader scale. It is not a simple notion of three steps; Hell, Earth, and Heaven. It is a far grandeur latter to encompass the natural law. Think of a cycle of rebirth; every time we live a better and more enriched life we move a step up into a brighter more positive verse, if the inverse to the proportion would explain the truth of our life then we take a step down and in a verse with stronger notions of negative energy.

Kazima Lament: Black Clay Forest pt1.

Circa; The Aftermath of the Last Great Ninja War

Name:  Zeff Taka

Age: 13

Location: Unknown (presumably the Black Clay Forest)

                “What?” groaning before sitting up against the large rock behind me. Carefully I look around, and then it became clear to me why I was asleep on the earth. Not far from where I laid and now sat up was an entrance to a cave that I was in. Outside the cave’s entrance sheets of rain poured from the sky. Cool wind swept into the cave and brought forth shivers and coldness to my bones.

                Removing my sandals and my jacket and it’s under shirt I ventured out of the cave and started to gather firewood.  Where am I? I picked up bundles of sticks and logs, as many as I could in the cold pouring rain before clambering back into the black walled cave.  “How did it go again?” I stacked some of the sticks and large pieces together and kept several others off to the side. Performing hand seals I then held my two hands out and pushed forth energy from inside until a small swirl of both air and flame were produced between my hands. The wind and fire coursed over the stack of wood until it started to catch fire.

                Huddling against the rock I fell to sleep again, now warm by the fire. I felt safe… despite being lost and unsure where home may lie. Rest is what I needed. Rest…