Post by Jhelks on Mar 23, 2019 14:50:42 GMT
In a small, cold room shadows danced in battle with azure light. The gloom held an oppressive feel, a weight that was crushing to those whom had known the sun for all their lives. Yet the Namekian contained within the dimly lit chamber felt a peaceful ease, for the first time in decades he truly felt at home now that he had returned to the city which had spawned him. Silently meditating with his legs crossed, hands curled in his lap the warrior Jhelks observed his rented home. Orange candles stacked along counters, shelves, and his table flickered with blue flame fighting to cast illumination across the dark apartment.
The candles where made from a wax unique to the Namekian underground, distilled from the silk of a Namek spider. The furniture about the room was carved from petrified plant life, or shaped obsidian from the nearby magma grottoes. Every fiber was formed from spider silk or the fur of some subterranean beast and leather was cured from shaved mushroom stalks. Ever since Jhelks had returned to his homeland the Namekian had found himself constantly surprised at the resourcefulness of his clan. After being forced to hide underground the people of the Dark Clan had adapted to the sunless world in a truly inspirational manner.
Laughter and shouting broke Jhelks concentration suddenly as a myriad of voices echoed song, praise, and laughter from outside the warriors thin glass window. Curious as to the ruckus Jhelks spread his legs and rose out of bed, dressed in nothing but loose fitting black trousers the warrior crossed to his window and threw the portal open wide.
A wave of sound and smell assaulted Jhelks once the simple barrier was opened. Broiling meat, sweat from hundreds of bodies, and just a tinge of the coppery scent of blood made up the everyday smells of Slug Town and the chattering of hundreds of voices was the cities heartbeat song. Slug Town existed much like a bazaar would upon most worlds, except that the whole city was in on the game and the lack of any sunlight meant Slug Town never slept. Looking down from his apartment to the street below Jhelks saw what was clearly a raiding party returning from the surface, and the large crowd that cheered their obvious victory.
Twenty or so Dark Clan warriors draped in the yellow robes of veteran raiders pulled wheeled seven carts laden with hefty clay pots the size of children. Jhelks did wonder what spoils the raiders had captured from the surface, but in the end the actual gains mattered little. The warrior knew that Dark Clan Namekians reveled in greed and desire, the fact that the party had returned with anything would mean that the city would feast and sing late into the eternal night.
Looking up from the commotion below Jhelks scanned the massive caverns horizon, capsule homes and structures carved from the very bed rock littered the landscape in haphazard design. A combination of grand bonfires, Red Ribbon designed light towers, and natural patches of bio-luminescence fungus lit the city in many different colors and yet the one constant in the tunnels beneath Namek was darkness. Even with the hundreds of lights cascading their labor across the city deep wells of shadow still remained. A electronic clock in the distance let Jhelks know that it was nearing dawn of Namek's first sun, as good a time as any for the warrior to begin his day.
Turning away from the window Jhelks began a small morning training routine which lasted about an hour, the warrior than drank some cool water from the tap, bathed himself with bucket of soapy water and a sponge and finally dressed in his usual white robes. Once he was finished the warrior exited his apartment and made for the streets of Slug Town.
Once out on the street Jhelks could feel the reverberations that was the cities life blood. Everyone bustled back and forth, walking down the cobbled road often involved dodging or ducking swarms of vendors and thieves alike. Slipping in and out of the crowd when convenient Jhelks decided he might as well head for the magma grottoes and get some much needed training accomplished. Upon first arrival in Slug Town the warrior had expected his own strength to far exceed the average clan member, yet as it was Jhelks had been surprised to learn that he sat somewhere in the middle of the clans power infrastructure. The warrior respect strength, both in himself and others. So even though he felt pride in knowing his people were strong, Jhelks had no intention of sitting around and letting others grow beyond him.
In his musings the warrior found that his path had taken near to a great feasting tent. From the look of the carts placed off to the side of the bright red structure this had been where the raiding party had wound up with their spoils. Still curious about what the raiders had claimed Jhelks decided to duck in for a few minutes and take a gander at the looted treasures.
Passing through the massive entrance flap Jhelks bore witness to a hall lined with six great feasting tables. Meat from all manner of beast lay flayed, carved, and sliced upon grand platters of silver as Namekians of all sizes gorged upon the succulent flesh. Towards the end of the great hall was a raised stage, a single flabby Namekian stood upon the structure with an air of supremacy lighting his features. "What is going on here?" Jhelks thought as he moved over to the nearest table and swiped a strip of roasted meat from a platter, much to the dismay of an older Namekian.
Whilst Jhelks chewed upon the tasty morsel a rhythmic beat sounded from the stage plunging the tent hall into silence. Fire erupted in small gouts from the stage corners and unseen drums beat a hearty rhythm as the flabby Namekian on stage danced back and forth, the short burst of entertainment coming to a sudden end when the fat man cackled a haunting laugh. "Gentleman, gentleman. It is my honor to showcase the rewards of this months ULTIMATE GAMES!" the flabby Namekian shouted as he heaved his way over to a pull string, and with a might pull, raised the stages rear curtain.
The velvet drapes lifted to reveal a large steel cage, and contained within its bars was a dozen or so children. The small beings weren't Namekians, in fact Jhelks was certain they were Sayians and humans over all. "Yes take a good look my brothers, this months games will yields such precious spoils." The flabby Namekian announced with another disturbing cackle.
Jhelks looked on in boredom as the flabby Namekian continued his rantings. The warrior cared not for games and children being sold as slaves meant little to the man. He could remember how it had happened to him and he knew the strong children would survive. So as the crowd cheered and rejoiced at the news Jhelks swiped another scrape of meat from the platter before him and turned to leave the scene behind. Before the warrior could reach the door however a cloaked figure caught his wrist up in a gloved hand.
Jhelks assaulter pulled him into a shadowy corner where the warrior reversed their grip and slammed them against a support beam of the grand tent. The cloaked figures hood raised up just enough for Jhelks to find himself face to face with a Sayian woman. "Please sir, I'd like to hire you." she said in a pained voice as Jhelks's grip threatened to break the woman's arm. A curious look came over Jhelks features as he let the woman go, who rushed to fix her hood. "Fine. Lets talk." the warrior Namekian replied.
WC: 1,307
Total WC: 1,307
The candles where made from a wax unique to the Namekian underground, distilled from the silk of a Namek spider. The furniture about the room was carved from petrified plant life, or shaped obsidian from the nearby magma grottoes. Every fiber was formed from spider silk or the fur of some subterranean beast and leather was cured from shaved mushroom stalks. Ever since Jhelks had returned to his homeland the Namekian had found himself constantly surprised at the resourcefulness of his clan. After being forced to hide underground the people of the Dark Clan had adapted to the sunless world in a truly inspirational manner.
Laughter and shouting broke Jhelks concentration suddenly as a myriad of voices echoed song, praise, and laughter from outside the warriors thin glass window. Curious as to the ruckus Jhelks spread his legs and rose out of bed, dressed in nothing but loose fitting black trousers the warrior crossed to his window and threw the portal open wide.
A wave of sound and smell assaulted Jhelks once the simple barrier was opened. Broiling meat, sweat from hundreds of bodies, and just a tinge of the coppery scent of blood made up the everyday smells of Slug Town and the chattering of hundreds of voices was the cities heartbeat song. Slug Town existed much like a bazaar would upon most worlds, except that the whole city was in on the game and the lack of any sunlight meant Slug Town never slept. Looking down from his apartment to the street below Jhelks saw what was clearly a raiding party returning from the surface, and the large crowd that cheered their obvious victory.
Twenty or so Dark Clan warriors draped in the yellow robes of veteran raiders pulled wheeled seven carts laden with hefty clay pots the size of children. Jhelks did wonder what spoils the raiders had captured from the surface, but in the end the actual gains mattered little. The warrior knew that Dark Clan Namekians reveled in greed and desire, the fact that the party had returned with anything would mean that the city would feast and sing late into the eternal night.
Looking up from the commotion below Jhelks scanned the massive caverns horizon, capsule homes and structures carved from the very bed rock littered the landscape in haphazard design. A combination of grand bonfires, Red Ribbon designed light towers, and natural patches of bio-luminescence fungus lit the city in many different colors and yet the one constant in the tunnels beneath Namek was darkness. Even with the hundreds of lights cascading their labor across the city deep wells of shadow still remained. A electronic clock in the distance let Jhelks know that it was nearing dawn of Namek's first sun, as good a time as any for the warrior to begin his day.
Turning away from the window Jhelks began a small morning training routine which lasted about an hour, the warrior than drank some cool water from the tap, bathed himself with bucket of soapy water and a sponge and finally dressed in his usual white robes. Once he was finished the warrior exited his apartment and made for the streets of Slug Town.
Once out on the street Jhelks could feel the reverberations that was the cities life blood. Everyone bustled back and forth, walking down the cobbled road often involved dodging or ducking swarms of vendors and thieves alike. Slipping in and out of the crowd when convenient Jhelks decided he might as well head for the magma grottoes and get some much needed training accomplished. Upon first arrival in Slug Town the warrior had expected his own strength to far exceed the average clan member, yet as it was Jhelks had been surprised to learn that he sat somewhere in the middle of the clans power infrastructure. The warrior respect strength, both in himself and others. So even though he felt pride in knowing his people were strong, Jhelks had no intention of sitting around and letting others grow beyond him.
In his musings the warrior found that his path had taken near to a great feasting tent. From the look of the carts placed off to the side of the bright red structure this had been where the raiding party had wound up with their spoils. Still curious about what the raiders had claimed Jhelks decided to duck in for a few minutes and take a gander at the looted treasures.
Passing through the massive entrance flap Jhelks bore witness to a hall lined with six great feasting tables. Meat from all manner of beast lay flayed, carved, and sliced upon grand platters of silver as Namekians of all sizes gorged upon the succulent flesh. Towards the end of the great hall was a raised stage, a single flabby Namekian stood upon the structure with an air of supremacy lighting his features. "What is going on here?" Jhelks thought as he moved over to the nearest table and swiped a strip of roasted meat from a platter, much to the dismay of an older Namekian.
Whilst Jhelks chewed upon the tasty morsel a rhythmic beat sounded from the stage plunging the tent hall into silence. Fire erupted in small gouts from the stage corners and unseen drums beat a hearty rhythm as the flabby Namekian on stage danced back and forth, the short burst of entertainment coming to a sudden end when the fat man cackled a haunting laugh. "Gentleman, gentleman. It is my honor to showcase the rewards of this months ULTIMATE GAMES!" the flabby Namekian shouted as he heaved his way over to a pull string, and with a might pull, raised the stages rear curtain.
The velvet drapes lifted to reveal a large steel cage, and contained within its bars was a dozen or so children. The small beings weren't Namekians, in fact Jhelks was certain they were Sayians and humans over all. "Yes take a good look my brothers, this months games will yields such precious spoils." The flabby Namekian announced with another disturbing cackle.
Jhelks looked on in boredom as the flabby Namekian continued his rantings. The warrior cared not for games and children being sold as slaves meant little to the man. He could remember how it had happened to him and he knew the strong children would survive. So as the crowd cheered and rejoiced at the news Jhelks swiped another scrape of meat from the platter before him and turned to leave the scene behind. Before the warrior could reach the door however a cloaked figure caught his wrist up in a gloved hand.
Jhelks assaulter pulled him into a shadowy corner where the warrior reversed their grip and slammed them against a support beam of the grand tent. The cloaked figures hood raised up just enough for Jhelks to find himself face to face with a Sayian woman. "Please sir, I'd like to hire you." she said in a pained voice as Jhelks's grip threatened to break the woman's arm. A curious look came over Jhelks features as he let the woman go, who rushed to fix her hood. "Fine. Lets talk." the warrior Namekian replied.
WC: 1,307
Total WC: 1,307
