Kyyrk
Vylmira's Wrath
Voph's gripped the control sticks of his ship and eased them downwards to begin his descent towards the planet below. A dark and foreboding place. A place he could only recall visiting once before. Perhaps it was this that brought him back. There was something here he was meant to find. Something that was essential to him. Even if he knew not how nor why. But he would find out soon enough. As his ship dipped towards the planet's surface, his radio crackled to life. "Unidentified craft, you are entering Vylmiran Airspace. Transmit identification codes immediately." Voph reached over to press the button that would transmit, only to find Horace already pecking at the button. He smirked to himself. The bird was proving quite useful after all.
Srina Talon had instructed Horace to travel with him since before his return. The creature had been fiercely loyal to the man once known as Voph. But the more he learned of who he once was, he was not sure that such a person was capable of existing any more. Voph made a mental note to thank Srina profusely. She'd hoped Horace would help him discover who he was. But at the time, neither of them knew just how literal this task would become. "Wrath. Welcome Home. Full clearance is granted. Tower out." Yet another name he did not feel he deserved. But it was one that opened doors. So who was he to judge?
The shuttle flew low over the city, then off into the wilds. Voph could both see and feel the devastation wrought upon this planet. What had once been a bastion to the Confederacy, and the bleeding edge of her technology, now lay in ruin. Soon the trees began to thin, as a mountain range came in to view on the horizon. It was not his goal, but it had once been his home. And as he flew over, he couldn't help but wonder if the woman he'd left it to still resided there. Voph soon brought the ship to rest in the midst of a snowfield north of the mountains. The air here was frigid, the vegetation minimal. They were close to the pole. They were also close to one of the oldest buildings on the planet. An old bastion of the Knights Obsidian, torn asunder by the Cataclysm.
The White-Gold Tower.
Voph knew not for what he quested. But he did know that it was to be found here...