The winds whipped and howled through the mountains, bringing with them a bitter cold from the peaks. Other than the howling winds it was quiet and lonely up here, with nothing more than Karakuri city and the old, forgotten ruins of the once proud and illustrious guild, Eclipse Soul. Few would have a reason to ever come up here, especially since all known members of the guild were assumed dead. And yet, as if to spite that logic, a faint song could be heard, carried on the wind and calling out to anyone who might be in the area, a strong, baritone voice echoing softly through the mountains.
"Yo ho ho ho, yo ho ho ho! Yo ho ho ho, yo ho ho ho! Making a delivery, bringing it across the sea, Binks sake in the hold, as we sail through the breeze! Far across the eye can see, the sun is shining merrily, as the birds fly in the sky as they sing out with glee!"
These words rang out across the mountains, echoing out from one source, a ridiculously tall, very broad man, wrapped in a red, hooded cloak, with a brilliant black and gold phoenix emblazoned on the back and a small pack slung over his shoulder. To many a familiar magic would come from the man, a magical signature that hadn't been felt in a long time indeed.
Akryn slowly looked up at what had once been his home, his first home and his first guild, the ruins of Eclipse Soul, and he couldn't help but smile. It had been a long time since he had looked upon its stone walls and rising spires. The last time he had been here was during the dispute over guild leadership, when he and Deniel had fought to see who would lead. In the end Akryn had lost and Deniel was chosen by the guild as their new leader. It had stung and forced the wind mage out to a new world and new adventures, adventures that hard been brutal and wonderful.
"Bid adieu to everyone, as we set out under the sun...." he muttered to himself, turning away from the guild and making his way towards the slope of the mountains. He had many things to do, and while he would love to sit there basking in nostalgia, the former assassin had a job to do.
"Yo ho ho ho, yo ho ho ho! Yo ho ho ho, yo ho ho ho! Making a delivery, bringing it across the sea, Binks sake in the hold, as we sail through the breeze! Far across the eye can see, the sun is shining merrily, as the birds fly in the sky as they sing out with glee!"
These words rang out across the mountains, echoing out from one source, a ridiculously tall, very broad man, wrapped in a red, hooded cloak, with a brilliant black and gold phoenix emblazoned on the back and a small pack slung over his shoulder. To many a familiar magic would come from the man, a magical signature that hadn't been felt in a long time indeed.
Akryn slowly looked up at what had once been his home, his first home and his first guild, the ruins of Eclipse Soul, and he couldn't help but smile. It had been a long time since he had looked upon its stone walls and rising spires. The last time he had been here was during the dispute over guild leadership, when he and Deniel had fought to see who would lead. In the end Akryn had lost and Deniel was chosen by the guild as their new leader. It had stung and forced the wind mage out to a new world and new adventures, adventures that hard been brutal and wonderful.
"Bid adieu to everyone, as we set out under the sun...." he muttered to himself, turning away from the guild and making his way towards the slope of the mountains. He had many things to do, and while he would love to sit there basking in nostalgia, the former assassin had a job to do.