Wandering through the familiar setting of a large forest with pink petals, Solmar found himself where the bigger part of his journey had begun, Sakuramori. While it could be argued that his story had originally started out in the River village, as that seemed to have been the place where he had been born, he knew that it was in Sakuramori that he had first started to truly develop himself into what he was today. Though he wouldn't go as far as calling himself a mage as most of what he did was just using his magically gifted abilities in order to increase his own physical prowess or imbuing his sword with fire, there was no denying that he had the capacity to be one. It made him remember how, some time ago, another mage who was apparently working for the "Council" believed that he had the potential of being a good enough mage for their Guild. At the time, he did not really know what to make of it, even though he had grown to like the woman who asked him for it.
The thing was however that he had been going around much of Fiore, and had not heard a whole lot of good from most of the villages in regards to the local Guilds. One in particular was called the Something Wolves from what he could remember, which was a guild that was located near the Phoenix mountains. As it was there that Solmar had gone through one of his most harrowing encounters ever, he had more or less stopped seeing Guilds as a good thing for a very long time. The same thing went for the Council, who had apparently failed to see the threat posed upon the Mountain village because they believed that it was nothing more than old wives' tales. Told by people as a means of scaring kids into staying inside and not going out at night, it was due to this that the villagers started blaming the farmers and hunters that were living outside of the village for taking the children in the first place. As one might imagine, this created a lot of friction between the people of the Mountain village.
This feeling only grew more whenever so much time passed and another child disappeared, never to be seen again. By the time Solmar got onto the trail of this happening, he had done some looking around and was talking to a lot of different villagers, including those that had lost children. As this was something that wasn't very characteristic of him as he would usually just head out and hope to wing it while in the act, it went to show how invested he was in this job and that he wanted to save the children that had disappeared in this way. He remembered how he had thought it hard to believe that no one had actually taken the time to look into it, as he felt that missing children were one of those things everyone should care about. Within a matter of hours, he had personally come to figure out where these children had been taken, albeit in a bout of serious luck as well as his own skillfulness in searching for tracks and leads. But once he reached the place, it turned out that he was a good fifty years too late.
As the vast majority of these children had been killed in some of the worst ways imaginable, their souls torn from their bodies as a sacrifice to a dark god that might not even have existed in the first place, their bodies had been torn to shreds as a large Yeti outcast was promised the remains. As this was the deal made between the wraith and the yeti, the bodies acted as payment for the creature protecting the cavern in which all of these sacrifices were being made. With the kids that had their lives sacrificed to the dark gods were left as souls outside of their body, which was being devoured in front of their eyes, as well as those of the kids that were still in captivity, their souls were warped by the wraith into mindless wisps that did exactly as she wanted, whenever she wanted it. With every new wisp she created, she became more powerful, her necromantic powers rising as she remained far removed from her true goal, returning to her former mortal body.
Though it had all happened quite long ago, Solmar remembered everything quite well as he found himself drifting through the Mountain village again. While the villagers all greeted him rather happily, considering them to be some sort of hero to them, he only returned a slight wave in response. The way he saw it, he was not fit of the title of a hero, for all he had done was put an end to something horrible that should have ended years before he had even been born in the first place. Things such as these made him sick to his stomach, especially when there was this big governing body that was supposedly overlooking all of the guilds and making sure the country remained safe. However, through them and their own lack of belief in a story told by small time citizens such as these hunters and farmers, dozens of kids had lost their lives, and that felt like the kind of thing he could never forgive for as long as his memory of it would be retained.
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The thing was however that he had been going around much of Fiore, and had not heard a whole lot of good from most of the villages in regards to the local Guilds. One in particular was called the Something Wolves from what he could remember, which was a guild that was located near the Phoenix mountains. As it was there that Solmar had gone through one of his most harrowing encounters ever, he had more or less stopped seeing Guilds as a good thing for a very long time. The same thing went for the Council, who had apparently failed to see the threat posed upon the Mountain village because they believed that it was nothing more than old wives' tales. Told by people as a means of scaring kids into staying inside and not going out at night, it was due to this that the villagers started blaming the farmers and hunters that were living outside of the village for taking the children in the first place. As one might imagine, this created a lot of friction between the people of the Mountain village.
This feeling only grew more whenever so much time passed and another child disappeared, never to be seen again. By the time Solmar got onto the trail of this happening, he had done some looking around and was talking to a lot of different villagers, including those that had lost children. As this was something that wasn't very characteristic of him as he would usually just head out and hope to wing it while in the act, it went to show how invested he was in this job and that he wanted to save the children that had disappeared in this way. He remembered how he had thought it hard to believe that no one had actually taken the time to look into it, as he felt that missing children were one of those things everyone should care about. Within a matter of hours, he had personally come to figure out where these children had been taken, albeit in a bout of serious luck as well as his own skillfulness in searching for tracks and leads. But once he reached the place, it turned out that he was a good fifty years too late.
As the vast majority of these children had been killed in some of the worst ways imaginable, their souls torn from their bodies as a sacrifice to a dark god that might not even have existed in the first place, their bodies had been torn to shreds as a large Yeti outcast was promised the remains. As this was the deal made between the wraith and the yeti, the bodies acted as payment for the creature protecting the cavern in which all of these sacrifices were being made. With the kids that had their lives sacrificed to the dark gods were left as souls outside of their body, which was being devoured in front of their eyes, as well as those of the kids that were still in captivity, their souls were warped by the wraith into mindless wisps that did exactly as she wanted, whenever she wanted it. With every new wisp she created, she became more powerful, her necromantic powers rising as she remained far removed from her true goal, returning to her former mortal body.
Though it had all happened quite long ago, Solmar remembered everything quite well as he found himself drifting through the Mountain village again. While the villagers all greeted him rather happily, considering them to be some sort of hero to them, he only returned a slight wave in response. The way he saw it, he was not fit of the title of a hero, for all he had done was put an end to something horrible that should have ended years before he had even been born in the first place. Things such as these made him sick to his stomach, especially when there was this big governing body that was supposedly overlooking all of the guilds and making sure the country remained safe. However, through them and their own lack of belief in a story told by small time citizens such as these hunters and farmers, dozens of kids had lost their lives, and that felt like the kind of thing he could never forgive for as long as his memory of it would be retained.
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