Bahir spared no time in packing his material things. He left a note with the King's chamber maiden to let him know that the fanalis would be out on his own, training to become a better guard. While that was true, Bahir's true reasoning for this sudden departure was much more personal and selfish. He had come to an unsettling realization as of late. He is a fanalis. A member of the race known as superior hunters. Their legs were supposedly stronger than steel; their speed unmatched. If this was true, why was Bahir so inferior to the others in terms of his strength? Merrze and Ayero seemed to be able to hold their own against other fanalis and the elite soldiers of Kou. Bahir, on the other hand, was only able to pick off the standard soldiers. Something that he wasn't too fond of when evaluating himself... especially compared to the women of his species.
Growth. This was the main reason behind Bahir's small adventure. He lifted the packed back of clothing and other equipment and strapped it to his back. I can do this... He thought to himself as he tucked his throwing spikes, Shadow's Fang, and Triple Stick into a secret compartment in his room. He didn't want to depend on any of his unorthodox weapons. He needed to work on using his race's strength as a means of fighting, not just his tricks. Well... here goes nothing... He closed his door and began his journey, leaving the palace and his duties behind for a time.
The fanalis made his way out into the sandy region that was still under the control of the Reim empire. The area was barren and only housed wreckage, or so that's all that the people of Remano knew. They didn't think that any part of the Western Front was hospitable to anything. Even if this wasn't true, Bahir wouldn't let the possibility of others being present prevent him from doing what he had to do. He just hoped that there wouldn't be anything that met with him that would end his life. Especially since his weapons and equipment were still in the palace.
He found what he figured to be a suitable place for him to call his "home" for the time being. He walked into the large metal vessel that seemed to be hollowed out from the past war with Heliohapt. He looked around him to see the other debris lying about around him. He figured that he would spend his time for the rest of the day making a makeshift building. He scoured the Western Front for up to ten meters from his base. He found a large metal sheet and lifted it slowly. With muscles tensed, Bahir carried the sheet back to the hollowed out hull and dropped it to where one of the edges embedded into the ground. Bahir took a step back to look at what he had now to decide what he was going to have to do to finish it.
The fanalis looked around and found a rather long log. It was roughly seven meters long and had a diameter of seventy centimeters. Bahir took it into his makeshift hut and set it against the second sheet of metal that he found earlier. He made sure that the log was set sturdily and wouldn't be moved by pressure. The fanalis took another step back and bent his knees a bit before springing into the air. Bahir landed on the top of the main part of his hut and reached out to the top of the new sheet.
Gripping the metal, Bahir started to pull against the metal. The log kept the main body of the sheet from moving, but gave the top half of it a pivot point for it to start to move. The fanalis was a little shocked in the progress he was making. The metal sheet was bending to him imposing his will upon it, but he could definitely feel the effects of doing so. His arms were starting to tingle and "burn". He couldn't help, but to stop what he was doing. This is ridiculous... The assassin sighed as he looked towards the ground. I think this'll be alright for the night... With that thought, Bahir leapt from the top of his makeshift hut and landed on the soft sand beneath him. The sun was setting already. With a heavy sigh, Bahir walked into his in-process hut and leaned against the metallic wall. Before he knew it, he was drifting off into sleep..
Secondary Specialization Count: 768/2000Growth. This was the main reason behind Bahir's small adventure. He lifted the packed back of clothing and other equipment and strapped it to his back. I can do this... He thought to himself as he tucked his throwing spikes, Shadow's Fang, and Triple Stick into a secret compartment in his room. He didn't want to depend on any of his unorthodox weapons. He needed to work on using his race's strength as a means of fighting, not just his tricks. Well... here goes nothing... He closed his door and began his journey, leaving the palace and his duties behind for a time.
The fanalis made his way out into the sandy region that was still under the control of the Reim empire. The area was barren and only housed wreckage, or so that's all that the people of Remano knew. They didn't think that any part of the Western Front was hospitable to anything. Even if this wasn't true, Bahir wouldn't let the possibility of others being present prevent him from doing what he had to do. He just hoped that there wouldn't be anything that met with him that would end his life. Especially since his weapons and equipment were still in the palace.
He found what he figured to be a suitable place for him to call his "home" for the time being. He walked into the large metal vessel that seemed to be hollowed out from the past war with Heliohapt. He looked around him to see the other debris lying about around him. He figured that he would spend his time for the rest of the day making a makeshift building. He scoured the Western Front for up to ten meters from his base. He found a large metal sheet and lifted it slowly. With muscles tensed, Bahir carried the sheet back to the hollowed out hull and dropped it to where one of the edges embedded into the ground. Bahir took a step back to look at what he had now to decide what he was going to have to do to finish it.
The fanalis looked around and found a rather long log. It was roughly seven meters long and had a diameter of seventy centimeters. Bahir took it into his makeshift hut and set it against the second sheet of metal that he found earlier. He made sure that the log was set sturdily and wouldn't be moved by pressure. The fanalis took another step back and bent his knees a bit before springing into the air. Bahir landed on the top of the main part of his hut and reached out to the top of the new sheet.
Gripping the metal, Bahir started to pull against the metal. The log kept the main body of the sheet from moving, but gave the top half of it a pivot point for it to start to move. The fanalis was a little shocked in the progress he was making. The metal sheet was bending to him imposing his will upon it, but he could definitely feel the effects of doing so. His arms were starting to tingle and "burn". He couldn't help, but to stop what he was doing. This is ridiculous... The assassin sighed as he looked towards the ground. I think this'll be alright for the night... With that thought, Bahir leapt from the top of his makeshift hut and landed on the soft sand beneath him. The sun was setting already. With a heavy sigh, Bahir walked into his in-process hut and leaned against the metallic wall. Before he knew it, he was drifting off into sleep..