Post by Hapu Dokunado on Aug 28, 2021 4:38:34 GMT -8
Mission: 1 Star - Farmer for a Day, 2,000 WC
For the head priest of a sacred Namekian temple, timeless study was a staple in the life of Hapu. Aside that constant effort was spiritual meditation amidst the presence of the Ryudo Spheres. While Hapu wasn't researching cutting edge scientific studies, he was tending to the Ryudo Spheres within his home of Dokunado temple.
The two spheres were perpetually sourced ki constructs that were intertwined with the planetary surfaces sub concious web through the flow of Ki amidst living beings. The spherical constructs swiveled in place while at least two adepts maintained their performance at all times. Non stop Ki flow was required to subsist the rotation of these spheres and maintain the interjectory presence of a living mind within the energy.
The head priest of Dokunado Temple was currently sitting atop the center alter, exploring the recently uncovered depths of mentality collected by the Temples Spheres.
Atop the middle points of Hapu's horns was a bright glowing yellow light, and his hands were interlinked in a typical prayer position. On each of his shoulders rested the silhouette of the Ryudo Spheres behind him, and Hapu's aura was encircling his seated position. The ki flowed from him to the Spheres where it was rotated by the giant orbs spinning force like a petrol fuel in an engine.
With both legs crossed he was in a completely immersive level of higher conciousness and exploring the astral realm of Earth. During Ryudo Meditation the Namekian Priest used their masterful control of energy to search the spheres collected fragments of planetary energy for super conciousness embedded by strong passion. In some cases this energy was proficiently produced enough that vague concepts would surface, like locations and even vague descriptions of objects.
These vague details were evidence of planetary conciousness, and were often incredibly valuable. Whatever was found during meditation was certainly a living thought maintained by someone for a special reason.
The Temple could be alerted to any planetary presence or significance with the Ryudo Spheres.
The tabernacle Hapu was meditating atop was comprised of a white marble stone made altar, embroidered with green and black metallic trimming. The priest was concentrating with all of his might. Two cabinets were sited at the edge of the altar. Senzu beans were in the left sided cabinet, and the right was curiously empty. The configuration of the altar piece was incredibly meticulate and tidy.
As he traversed the ether verse with his mind, the energy collected by the Ryudo Spheres his Ki was sacrificed to he constructed mental forms to investigate. Ryudo Spheres were a part of Spoken Dragon Magic from Namek, and the disciples were collected around Hapu while he was in a trance whispering ancient chants.
Ancient creations of Namekian magic; these spheres were linked by geographic location to the natural key lines of Earth. There were 6 in existence, pairs of two at three temples around the world. Founded by migrating Namekians who knew the art of Spoken Magic better than any Earthling, hundreds of years ago; the natural connection of Ryudo Spheres to a planet enabled adepts of the Dragonic Arts of Namek to monitor all of the empathic thought forms subsisting within sapient minds of a planet.
The more Ki Hapu sacrificed, the deeper he was able to probe his astral projection within the Earth's collective conciousness.
For hours he searched the Ryudo Soheres mental landscape, to no avail. No great new topics were notable. Eventually Hapu fell unconcious, too hard headed to quit while he was ahead. He fainted on the stone tabernacle, and was immediately picked up by two of his servants. They brought him into the Temples infirmary where a Senzu solution was injected into his bloodstream to revitalize his exhausted body.
As Hapu was sleeping peacefully, the two adepts who escorted him to a medical unit were gossiping about their Master. The Temple of Dokunado was an in-family organization as far as administratively. All adepts within the Temple were cousins or siblings, and the two sisters knew Hapu quite well. Familiar since their own birth, the twins looked up to Hapu like a brother.
A strong leader who held his brave ideals close to the hearts of his allies; Hapu was beloved by his disciples despite his self prescribed ruthless path to greatness. They always talked of his exploits, and while he slept it made no difference. The girls were giddy, hopefully Hapu had discovered something. They hushed tones were heavy in breath, and they rambled on for hours.
The two young ladies whispered lovingly next to his bed while Hapu was resting, and he didnt hear anything. He knew the storyhowever, and the girls told it truthfully while he slept. The Namekian Priest was breathing normally, and faint snoring was audible as the girls were quietly retelling Hapu's most recent feat of ezcellence.
Most recently Hapu had gone on a recovery mission for a potential Dragon Shard. According to the Intel gathered by his Ryudo Spheres a "mythical force" was found on a farm plot. Hapu wasted no time leaving Satan City for the North Lands.
According to the deciphered knowledge the mythic force was in a rural town called Maka Maka, and Hapu rode by train past most cities on the way. When he arrived in the final station he had a days walk, and with his typical attire equipped he started walking. After a solid twelve hours of nonstop travel the dedicated Anti-Hero arrived in the farming town hoping to find a Dragon Shard.
Maka Maka was only a few dozen acres wide, and literally had a strict population for 27 farmers, wives and children. All of the towns reaidence lived on one of three small farms. Travel sick from the ride Hapu stopped at the town's motel for a drink and some Intel reconassaiince; and he didnt have to search hard to find this info. In fact a poster proudly stickered to the back wall declared it.
After sipping his seltzer and gin with the poster at his forefront, Hapu set out into the town while it was still daylight. Tiredness didnt effect the Namekian, his diet comprising of only the strictest quality of high grade meat. Hapu did not eat veggies. Lean, mean and full of piss and vinegar the priest went looking for the family listed in the help wanted poster.
Walking from ranch house to ranch house Hapu found his target in the last one. Ghe she wasn't listed, but he found it anyway. None of the household residents knew of a mythic force, except the last one. In fact they assumed Hapu was there to take it away from them. Curious what kind of mythic force it was, and hoping for an undiscovered Dragon Shard; Hapu was disappointed to find out a rare witch mask had afflicted the farm head of the household with a crippling disease.
Most disappointed Hapu nearly walked out. He was quite disappointed but as the family pled with him he rationalized a good reason to be so far from home.
At first dedicated to retrieving the mayhaps Dragon Shard, Hapu was not thrilled with the task at hand. In fact he had barely spoken to the people, mostly just nodding with his arms crossed.
The family requested he remove the curse, something easily possible for the Namekian Shaman and Dragon Clan Warrior. They had little to offer for thanks, but Hapu accepted anyways. With little to look forward as a reward for the long journey, he took what he could get and the family prepared for a curse cleansing according to the Namekians Will.
After salting the corners of the room, and lighting smokeless candles they were ready. A simple procedure, but dangerous eith medium Posessions as a risk. The wooden curse mask was as dangerous as a running chainsaw.
Hapu was not thrilled to be dealing with the obtuse workings of Demon Namekian magic. At this point in time he had been figuring he would be killing some vandal Demon Namekians who had accidentally stumbled upon a force far greater than Piccolos will could be carried down. Unfortunately he was instead sitting at a dinner table chanting prayers for protective boons while he performed the excorcism.
The large ten person family was all sitting at the table with him. Men and women of all looks and sizes were holding hand as the Namekian instructed. They were scared and wouldnt keep quiet. Hapu growled for silence, and the meek humans obeyed with their eyes closed and heads pointing down.
Holding hands did nothing, but it was entertaining to Hapu to have his whims fulfilled. Sometimes getting dogs to sit down meant you first had to get them to shut up.
Smiling the Namekian called for the afflicted to come downstairs where the ritual place was prepared. After a good ten minute wait a man with a mask came downstairs, limping with clear pain in his knees. The young man couldnt speak, and was cursed with frailty and muteness. He waved his hands, and Hapu guided him where to sit. Blindness was a serious symptom of a lethal clock ticking.
Hapu was familiar with the curse, a hand me down from Namekians of Old who used wood to carry enchantments in the field. Likely used against wild rabbits to keep them from eating vegetables; it had landed in this human families unfortunate clutches.
Hapu commanded the man to sit down, and explained the process was painful. The man nodded his head in an expriosnless confirmation. The black wooden mask stunk like hell, and his decaying flesh seemed to be fusing to it. Hapu knew he would soon die, and despite his apathetic agenda for the human race; he had agreed to help him so he began his work.
Putting his two fore fingers to his forehead Hapu was now standing. Roaring with all of his ferocity Hapu powered up and lightning began to sparkle around where he was touching his forehead. The happenings seemed to disturb the mask, and a wretched screeching was heard. Despite clearly being from the man, it sounded like the screams were from the very ranch house walls.
The whole family began to lose their minds, metaphorically. Unknowing what would happen to their loved one they were crying and running to the mans side. Suddenly stopped by Hapu's shout, the priest instructed them back with a cruel bark.
Hapu was now ready for the removal and he didnt need the whole clans interference. The air around him began to ripple, and vacuum spaces were exploding around him with loud pops.
Once he jutted his fingers forward a lightning cracling six pointed star made of ki flung forward and latched onto the mask. At first a vicious burning squeal was emitted by the burning wood being singed by the electrical current, and the strong smell of flesh burning filled the air.
Some of the family out right fainted and others ran away, but Hapu was not moved. He waited for the next phase of his excorcism.
As the ki burned at the mask the man seemed to eventually fall unconcious. Planking up in a straight armed to sides figure, he keeled over onto the ground. The mask made a new sound yet again, as if a drunken bum was retching; when suddenly it flew from the mans face.
The mask was reaching for the ceiling with black ribbons when Hapu dragon dashed with a spinning roundhouse. The wooden mask broke at the crescent heel of his boot and fell into ashes. Spinning eloquently Hapu landed on the other side of the house.
The masks victim was still unconcious and laying on the ground. His face was not unharmed, and it looked like a wicked burn had afflicted him day by day for the last ten years. Some of his flesh was charred like scabs, and other parts were very soft and white. A truly gruesome sight, but fortunately the man wouldnt wake up for a few hours.
Hapu explained the enchantments life long effects to the family, detailing how Demon Namekian Magic had a preference for the power of flesh over spirit in practical appljcation.
While he spoke to the unassuming humans it was clear he had animosity for the Daimao. The people paid it no mind, and even bought some of the on hand salves Hapu had brought with him. It didnt take much to sell his goods after such an ordeal, and hiding a bit of facts was nothing to the Namekian villain.
The mans scars wouldnt heal ever, but Hapu failed to mention that. The meager earnings he recieved weren't worth the effort, or recounting how Piccolos lack of temperance brought the miracles of Earth into the dirt.
Once he returned home his disciples recovered the story by word of mouth, and Hapu immediately continued his search for Dragon Sharsa. When he awoke the twins who were watching him would check his health, and he would continue the search again.
Word Count: 2,172
For the head priest of a sacred Namekian temple, timeless study was a staple in the life of Hapu. Aside that constant effort was spiritual meditation amidst the presence of the Ryudo Spheres. While Hapu wasn't researching cutting edge scientific studies, he was tending to the Ryudo Spheres within his home of Dokunado temple.
The two spheres were perpetually sourced ki constructs that were intertwined with the planetary surfaces sub concious web through the flow of Ki amidst living beings. The spherical constructs swiveled in place while at least two adepts maintained their performance at all times. Non stop Ki flow was required to subsist the rotation of these spheres and maintain the interjectory presence of a living mind within the energy.
The head priest of Dokunado Temple was currently sitting atop the center alter, exploring the recently uncovered depths of mentality collected by the Temples Spheres.
Atop the middle points of Hapu's horns was a bright glowing yellow light, and his hands were interlinked in a typical prayer position. On each of his shoulders rested the silhouette of the Ryudo Spheres behind him, and Hapu's aura was encircling his seated position. The ki flowed from him to the Spheres where it was rotated by the giant orbs spinning force like a petrol fuel in an engine.
With both legs crossed he was in a completely immersive level of higher conciousness and exploring the astral realm of Earth. During Ryudo Meditation the Namekian Priest used their masterful control of energy to search the spheres collected fragments of planetary energy for super conciousness embedded by strong passion. In some cases this energy was proficiently produced enough that vague concepts would surface, like locations and even vague descriptions of objects.
These vague details were evidence of planetary conciousness, and were often incredibly valuable. Whatever was found during meditation was certainly a living thought maintained by someone for a special reason.
The Temple could be alerted to any planetary presence or significance with the Ryudo Spheres.
The tabernacle Hapu was meditating atop was comprised of a white marble stone made altar, embroidered with green and black metallic trimming. The priest was concentrating with all of his might. Two cabinets were sited at the edge of the altar. Senzu beans were in the left sided cabinet, and the right was curiously empty. The configuration of the altar piece was incredibly meticulate and tidy.
As he traversed the ether verse with his mind, the energy collected by the Ryudo Spheres his Ki was sacrificed to he constructed mental forms to investigate. Ryudo Spheres were a part of Spoken Dragon Magic from Namek, and the disciples were collected around Hapu while he was in a trance whispering ancient chants.
Ancient creations of Namekian magic; these spheres were linked by geographic location to the natural key lines of Earth. There were 6 in existence, pairs of two at three temples around the world. Founded by migrating Namekians who knew the art of Spoken Magic better than any Earthling, hundreds of years ago; the natural connection of Ryudo Spheres to a planet enabled adepts of the Dragonic Arts of Namek to monitor all of the empathic thought forms subsisting within sapient minds of a planet.
The more Ki Hapu sacrificed, the deeper he was able to probe his astral projection within the Earth's collective conciousness.
For hours he searched the Ryudo Soheres mental landscape, to no avail. No great new topics were notable. Eventually Hapu fell unconcious, too hard headed to quit while he was ahead. He fainted on the stone tabernacle, and was immediately picked up by two of his servants. They brought him into the Temples infirmary where a Senzu solution was injected into his bloodstream to revitalize his exhausted body.
As Hapu was sleeping peacefully, the two adepts who escorted him to a medical unit were gossiping about their Master. The Temple of Dokunado was an in-family organization as far as administratively. All adepts within the Temple were cousins or siblings, and the two sisters knew Hapu quite well. Familiar since their own birth, the twins looked up to Hapu like a brother.
A strong leader who held his brave ideals close to the hearts of his allies; Hapu was beloved by his disciples despite his self prescribed ruthless path to greatness. They always talked of his exploits, and while he slept it made no difference. The girls were giddy, hopefully Hapu had discovered something. They hushed tones were heavy in breath, and they rambled on for hours.
The two young ladies whispered lovingly next to his bed while Hapu was resting, and he didnt hear anything. He knew the storyhowever, and the girls told it truthfully while he slept. The Namekian Priest was breathing normally, and faint snoring was audible as the girls were quietly retelling Hapu's most recent feat of ezcellence.
Most recently Hapu had gone on a recovery mission for a potential Dragon Shard. According to the Intel gathered by his Ryudo Spheres a "mythical force" was found on a farm plot. Hapu wasted no time leaving Satan City for the North Lands.
According to the deciphered knowledge the mythic force was in a rural town called Maka Maka, and Hapu rode by train past most cities on the way. When he arrived in the final station he had a days walk, and with his typical attire equipped he started walking. After a solid twelve hours of nonstop travel the dedicated Anti-Hero arrived in the farming town hoping to find a Dragon Shard.
Maka Maka was only a few dozen acres wide, and literally had a strict population for 27 farmers, wives and children. All of the towns reaidence lived on one of three small farms. Travel sick from the ride Hapu stopped at the town's motel for a drink and some Intel reconassaiince; and he didnt have to search hard to find this info. In fact a poster proudly stickered to the back wall declared it.
After sipping his seltzer and gin with the poster at his forefront, Hapu set out into the town while it was still daylight. Tiredness didnt effect the Namekian, his diet comprising of only the strictest quality of high grade meat. Hapu did not eat veggies. Lean, mean and full of piss and vinegar the priest went looking for the family listed in the help wanted poster.
Walking from ranch house to ranch house Hapu found his target in the last one. Ghe she wasn't listed, but he found it anyway. None of the household residents knew of a mythic force, except the last one. In fact they assumed Hapu was there to take it away from them. Curious what kind of mythic force it was, and hoping for an undiscovered Dragon Shard; Hapu was disappointed to find out a rare witch mask had afflicted the farm head of the household with a crippling disease.
Most disappointed Hapu nearly walked out. He was quite disappointed but as the family pled with him he rationalized a good reason to be so far from home.
At first dedicated to retrieving the mayhaps Dragon Shard, Hapu was not thrilled with the task at hand. In fact he had barely spoken to the people, mostly just nodding with his arms crossed.
The family requested he remove the curse, something easily possible for the Namekian Shaman and Dragon Clan Warrior. They had little to offer for thanks, but Hapu accepted anyways. With little to look forward as a reward for the long journey, he took what he could get and the family prepared for a curse cleansing according to the Namekians Will.
After salting the corners of the room, and lighting smokeless candles they were ready. A simple procedure, but dangerous eith medium Posessions as a risk. The wooden curse mask was as dangerous as a running chainsaw.
Hapu was not thrilled to be dealing with the obtuse workings of Demon Namekian magic. At this point in time he had been figuring he would be killing some vandal Demon Namekians who had accidentally stumbled upon a force far greater than Piccolos will could be carried down. Unfortunately he was instead sitting at a dinner table chanting prayers for protective boons while he performed the excorcism.
The large ten person family was all sitting at the table with him. Men and women of all looks and sizes were holding hand as the Namekian instructed. They were scared and wouldnt keep quiet. Hapu growled for silence, and the meek humans obeyed with their eyes closed and heads pointing down.
Holding hands did nothing, but it was entertaining to Hapu to have his whims fulfilled. Sometimes getting dogs to sit down meant you first had to get them to shut up.
Smiling the Namekian called for the afflicted to come downstairs where the ritual place was prepared. After a good ten minute wait a man with a mask came downstairs, limping with clear pain in his knees. The young man couldnt speak, and was cursed with frailty and muteness. He waved his hands, and Hapu guided him where to sit. Blindness was a serious symptom of a lethal clock ticking.
Hapu was familiar with the curse, a hand me down from Namekians of Old who used wood to carry enchantments in the field. Likely used against wild rabbits to keep them from eating vegetables; it had landed in this human families unfortunate clutches.
Hapu commanded the man to sit down, and explained the process was painful. The man nodded his head in an expriosnless confirmation. The black wooden mask stunk like hell, and his decaying flesh seemed to be fusing to it. Hapu knew he would soon die, and despite his apathetic agenda for the human race; he had agreed to help him so he began his work.
Putting his two fore fingers to his forehead Hapu was now standing. Roaring with all of his ferocity Hapu powered up and lightning began to sparkle around where he was touching his forehead. The happenings seemed to disturb the mask, and a wretched screeching was heard. Despite clearly being from the man, it sounded like the screams were from the very ranch house walls.
The whole family began to lose their minds, metaphorically. Unknowing what would happen to their loved one they were crying and running to the mans side. Suddenly stopped by Hapu's shout, the priest instructed them back with a cruel bark.
Hapu was now ready for the removal and he didnt need the whole clans interference. The air around him began to ripple, and vacuum spaces were exploding around him with loud pops.
Once he jutted his fingers forward a lightning cracling six pointed star made of ki flung forward and latched onto the mask. At first a vicious burning squeal was emitted by the burning wood being singed by the electrical current, and the strong smell of flesh burning filled the air.
Some of the family out right fainted and others ran away, but Hapu was not moved. He waited for the next phase of his excorcism.
As the ki burned at the mask the man seemed to eventually fall unconcious. Planking up in a straight armed to sides figure, he keeled over onto the ground. The mask made a new sound yet again, as if a drunken bum was retching; when suddenly it flew from the mans face.
The mask was reaching for the ceiling with black ribbons when Hapu dragon dashed with a spinning roundhouse. The wooden mask broke at the crescent heel of his boot and fell into ashes. Spinning eloquently Hapu landed on the other side of the house.
The masks victim was still unconcious and laying on the ground. His face was not unharmed, and it looked like a wicked burn had afflicted him day by day for the last ten years. Some of his flesh was charred like scabs, and other parts were very soft and white. A truly gruesome sight, but fortunately the man wouldnt wake up for a few hours.
Hapu explained the enchantments life long effects to the family, detailing how Demon Namekian Magic had a preference for the power of flesh over spirit in practical appljcation.
While he spoke to the unassuming humans it was clear he had animosity for the Daimao. The people paid it no mind, and even bought some of the on hand salves Hapu had brought with him. It didnt take much to sell his goods after such an ordeal, and hiding a bit of facts was nothing to the Namekian villain.
The mans scars wouldnt heal ever, but Hapu failed to mention that. The meager earnings he recieved weren't worth the effort, or recounting how Piccolos lack of temperance brought the miracles of Earth into the dirt.
Once he returned home his disciples recovered the story by word of mouth, and Hapu immediately continued his search for Dragon Sharsa. When he awoke the twins who were watching him would check his health, and he would continue the search again.
Word Count: 2,172