Board Thread:World Map/@comment-24937485-20161129063822/@comment-24937485-20161201175859



*Interestingly enough, even though it was night-time it was still pleasantly warm outside like it would be after a hot summers day.*

Staring at you in silence, the old man can’t help but admire your conviction and strength. It reminded him of how he was back in his younger days. Then, as you walk over to comfort Saphira the old man gazed down into the crackling campfire, waiting a moment before answering the question you asked earlier. He wasn’t taken aback by your direct tone in the slightest; rather he seemed to respect it.

“Now that Saphira is under your wing, it’ll be but a 10 hour flight from here to reach the mountain top. It is there that your final and true test will begin. This test, however, differs for each son of the Red King. For me, I had to force a sword using my fists to prove my determination and strength of will.”

Holding up a giant fist, the old man grinned as it became enveloped by a gauntlet of red scales that oozed a crimson ‘smoke’ of hot chakra.

“Since I’m not a full born son, one who is said to be born only once every 100 years, my transformation is only partial.”

The old man gave you a stare like he saw something more in you than you may realize.

“There’s something about you that’s special, kid. And the more special you are the harder your test will be. In the end, what is truly tested is your spirit for it is spirit that fuels the flame of Agnis.”

Throwing some more wood into the fire, the large man disappeared behind the shack Keldran came out of, and after a minutes returned with three huge racks of meat. He then stabbed a large stick through two of the racks and threw the third as Saphira who snatched it from the air in a wild and animalistic fashion.

“Heh, even though she is part blue, she still holds the ferocious spirit of the reds. Doesn’t she?”

He asked you while handing you one of the staked racks, as he himself sat down and held his above the fire to slowly roast it.