Post by Tiberius Spurius on Oct 26, 2010 11:11:04 GMT -5
Anything that was ever built came from the earth, and naturally once it decayed into ruin it returned from whence it came. This progression was similar to human nature, constantly building and destroying, but that's what made humans so versatile and so promising: their ability to adapt. Yet there would always be pauses in time, or simple delays, where they would lag between the steps and instances such as this occurred. He had heard the roaring flames and the cracking lightening many nights ago but he'd had ventured out to investigate until now.
The tower, once one of Windwaltz's dedications to those that died in the War, lay in ruins once again and Tiberius Spurius leisurely strode among the shattered stones. He wasn't here to admire the architecture that lay about him, but to feel the residue of the power that was left behind. He had seen the forces of elementalism used twice: once to seal him away and the other very recently in Spain through the witch named Roan. Both times he was amazed at the raw power that was utilized against him, yet he could never find the source.
Some rumors said that all humans that possessed magic had the potential to be awakened, but Tiberius had yet to see proof of that. He'd heard of the secret chamber within the Great Library of Alexandria, but that was wasted away by the sands of time and nothing could be gained from it. So that meant his testing ground would remain here at Firefox, but naturally no one would willingly let him temper with them. After all, he needed only one more book and he'd have the ability to impart the Fire element onto anyone. Such a creative and a destructive force was fire, and how he longed to have it under his control.
But for the meantime, he'd search the ruins of the tower and be content with the tingling feeling that excited his skin or the after-taste that remained in his mouth. These sensations were enough to satisfy any cravings he had for this sort of power, but he knew that like all things in history it would come to an end. And he'd have to find a new source...
Or provoke a new source...
The tower, once one of Windwaltz's dedications to those that died in the War, lay in ruins once again and Tiberius Spurius leisurely strode among the shattered stones. He wasn't here to admire the architecture that lay about him, but to feel the residue of the power that was left behind. He had seen the forces of elementalism used twice: once to seal him away and the other very recently in Spain through the witch named Roan. Both times he was amazed at the raw power that was utilized against him, yet he could never find the source.
Some rumors said that all humans that possessed magic had the potential to be awakened, but Tiberius had yet to see proof of that. He'd heard of the secret chamber within the Great Library of Alexandria, but that was wasted away by the sands of time and nothing could be gained from it. So that meant his testing ground would remain here at Firefox, but naturally no one would willingly let him temper with them. After all, he needed only one more book and he'd have the ability to impart the Fire element onto anyone. Such a creative and a destructive force was fire, and how he longed to have it under his control.
But for the meantime, he'd search the ruins of the tower and be content with the tingling feeling that excited his skin or the after-taste that remained in his mouth. These sensations were enough to satisfy any cravings he had for this sort of power, but he knew that like all things in history it would come to an end. And he'd have to find a new source...
Or provoke a new source...