L O S T
The grassy planes spread forth, spanning across the horizon and marred by the occasional wayline of scarring, long lengthy splits down to the hard, packed earth beneath the rolling hills. Bosph was a beauty if ever there was one, and the scars only made to enhance this in an odd, perhaps twisted way. She had landed down upon this particular planet a day or so before, leaving the Vhailor behind in one of the very few spaceports, and leaving all signs of civilisation behind. She had come here with a very specific purpose in mind, as ever her time was carefully used so as to waste none of it. On this very planet, somewhere amidst the grass, a legend in his own right wandered. The Dark Prophet, reminiscent of the Chosen from centuries prior, was said to roam the grassy planes, a man she sought after.
Alchemy was still an art she had to learn, despite the number of Alchemists at her disposal, the knowledge in her arsenal, it was not enough - she had barely scratched the surface. While she did not deny the abilities and power held by Valik, her Master despite her having been Knighted, the young girl sought to expand her sources all the same. Daxton, Kaine, Balaya, Valik, there was barely a talented Alchemist she had not set herself to, and the Dark Prophet was one of the final individuals to seek out upon her list. And thus it was that she ventured, the grass reaching her waist in some areas, brushing up against her like a lovers caress... Not that she was familiar with such a sensation. Should this rumour prove to be true then it would further her means... But was it?
@[member='Kaz Valnor']
Alchemy was still an art she had to learn, despite the number of Alchemists at her disposal, the knowledge in her arsenal, it was not enough - she had barely scratched the surface. While she did not deny the abilities and power held by Valik, her Master despite her having been Knighted, the young girl sought to expand her sources all the same. Daxton, Kaine, Balaya, Valik, there was barely a talented Alchemist she had not set herself to, and the Dark Prophet was one of the final individuals to seek out upon her list. And thus it was that she ventured, the grass reaching her waist in some areas, brushing up against her like a lovers caress... Not that she was familiar with such a sensation. Should this rumour prove to be true then it would further her means... But was it?
@[member='Kaz Valnor']