The Zou Empire had received quite a few bad omens and shocks as of late. Thefts were on the rise, the imperial palace had been broken into and a prisoner charged with assassination of an important political figure was freed. Just a few days ago, an important member of the Emperor's adviser's had been found dead, drowned in his own warehouse. To counter these troubling times, the imperial forces the be decided to hold a Dragon Dance Festival. This event of dancing dragons was a long standing tradition of the Zou people to ward off bad fortune and encourage a plethora of positive effects on everything from luck to fertility.
Despite the troubling times, no one could deny the vim and vigor such celebrations inspired. For one day everyone could but their normal jobs to rest and enjoy participating in the grand event full of laughs and good times. Stalls lined the streets selling foods and favors to lend to the atmosphere as fire works and confetti rained from the roof tops. The crafted dragons dancing along the main road highlighted the evening as it soared through the lantern-lit streets casting their blessings upon onlookers.
But the fake dragons "flying" on the ground could not compare to the black "dragon" soaring through the air. Occasionally silhouetted on the back drop of the full moon or bursting fireworks, Basil the black magi, flew through the air using gravity magic as he looked down over the Zou capital in disgust. The white ruhk were fluttering about in response to all the positive attitude and it was making Basil sick. "Tch...what a head ache..." His purpose here was merely a transitional one as he made his way towards the imperial palace in search of another candidate to accept the vessels of depravity held in the case he carried with magic. Little did he know, there was a potential candidate hiding among the happy festival goers below.
Despite the troubling times, no one could deny the vim and vigor such celebrations inspired. For one day everyone could but their normal jobs to rest and enjoy participating in the grand event full of laughs and good times. Stalls lined the streets selling foods and favors to lend to the atmosphere as fire works and confetti rained from the roof tops. The crafted dragons dancing along the main road highlighted the evening as it soared through the lantern-lit streets casting their blessings upon onlookers.
But the fake dragons "flying" on the ground could not compare to the black "dragon" soaring through the air. Occasionally silhouetted on the back drop of the full moon or bursting fireworks, Basil the black magi, flew through the air using gravity magic as he looked down over the Zou capital in disgust. The white ruhk were fluttering about in response to all the positive attitude and it was making Basil sick. "Tch...what a head ache..." His purpose here was merely a transitional one as he made his way towards the imperial palace in search of another candidate to accept the vessels of depravity held in the case he carried with magic. Little did he know, there was a potential candidate hiding among the happy festival goers below.