Ep. 1 [Training/Knuckles/Open]

Ja'Ro had been traveling far, he assumes any. Many sun has risen and set since he left Reim. Time however, felt like a sudden gust of wind. He mind wandered much as he did now, setting out with a singular goal, which was to find his home once again. He'd heard tale of the wonders of the 'dungeons' and the immense power those who conquered them wielded. A desire to explore one lingered within his mind. Ja'ro suddenly stopped in his tracks. A last shadow cast over him, as his gazed averted upward.

"What in the...?"

A large piece of scrap metal lay wedged into the earth. Ja'ro stepped closer and began to examine it. There was obvious rust, however there was sonthimg else to it that Ja'ro knew well. The piece of metal shown signs of battle, a ferocious one at that. A solemn expression now sat on his face. He stepped around the 'gate' so to speak, too see  various pieces of metal, from what looked of armor to large machines.

"I wonder how many died here for foolish pride and ignorance."

He spoke aloud with a strange calmness. He continued forward maintaining his calmness each step of the way. This had been the most barren place he had seen since coming to this land. Although battle excited him, this much destruction were signs of war taking place here.

"I have to get back to the island. Hopefully no destruction has fallen upon my home."

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Ja'Ro continued his trek forward. All the while keeping himself alert, yet wandering inside his mind, exploring his thoughts. There was a feeling Ja'Ro could not describe. It was as if someone from beyond the grave was walking next to him. It felt like something was watching him. The silver haired warrior raised a eyebrow. "Hmm..." He let out looking to his left and right. The wind picking up causing the sand below his feet begin to shift. Unbeknownst to Ja'Ro, far ahead of him the winds had uncovered a long forgotten relic.  

It was a weapon from one of the original dungeons, Caim, The Razor Djinn. Just as the sands uncovered the blades, a shadowed figure picked up the blades and disappeared. Leaving behind a suit of armor. The armor looked as if it had been worn on this very battlefield. It looked to be restored or at least it looked as if someone attempted to refurbish the armor. Various charms and insignias that adorned the armors plating, would show that this armor was worn by a high ranking soldier. This fallen soldier stood there as if waiting for someone, or something to come within its radius.

Ja'Ro yawned loudly as he continued forward at a moderate pace. He wasn't in a rush , however he walked with a purpose. The more he walked the more the armor came into view. It turned from a shadowy blob to Ja'Ro being able to see 'brighter' details of the armor. Before Ja'Ro got to close he stopped. "Well what do we have here?" He asked himself in a playfully prepared tone.

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Ja'Ro lifted his sword and placed it on his shoulder and raised a eyebrow. "Hello? Anybody in there?" He asked to the suit of armor while stepping closer to it. The suit of armor remained motionless. "Hmm.." Ja'Ro leaned to the left and right, examining the armor. He then stepped wthin a arms reach, leaned forward, and looked into the eye slits of the helmet. His golden eyes trained on that spot, trying to see if he could see the slightest gleam of the eye. What met him were several golden butterflies exiting from the helmet of the armor. What followed was the smell of a corpse, but it quickly faded.

Ja'Ro reeled back quickly at the smell. Unbeknownst to him, Ja'Ro was being watched by someone. The magician looked on through a crystal ball. A delighted grin stretched across his face when a red haired man came within his field of vision. "This just got a little more interesting." The magician said to himself. A magic circle suddenly appeared above the crystal ball. "Let's get this party started." He said with a chuckle. Without warning the armor lunged at Ja'Ro, who quickly side stepped it.

"Maybe there is someone in there." Ja'Ro said to himself with a puzzled look.

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