An Echo from the Past Given Form [NPC Thread] Jun 20, 2019 22:26:46 GMT
Post by Namorel on Jun 20, 2019 22:26:46 GMT
With a shudder the ground quakes as the earth around a large chamber up heaves and is tore asunder. An ancient power once thought long sealed away has awoken deep in the bowels of the Frost Seijin capital. Not a single word echoed through the room as the gargantuan door or imitation katchin exploded, launching shrapnel in all direction, only a gaping hole where the barrier once stood. In the unsettled dust of the cataclysm sat the shadow of a large man, his features hidden in the shadows and his intentions lying behind an ancient grin.
The being wasted not a minute as he stepped from the frozen chamber, frost still clinging to his regressed green skin. His yellowed muscle pads showing extensive signs of age and his appearance considerable when one takes his hate into account. With a wave of his hand the debris cleared, dust settling and ground cleared.
Rising into the air, the elder Namekian was unphased by the debris above him as he rose through the ceiling, crashing open a chasm in the floor of each room above. His target was the throne room, one just beyond his finger tips centuries back and he wanted to see if the current king was any count compared to his predecessor.
Ah yes, the stone work hasn't changed a bit. It's almost tranquil. Come out here little emperor, I want to meet you face to face., The Namekian mocked as he came to a rest on the floor ahead of his crater. His arms rest tucked behind his back and eyes continuously scanning the room for his intended target. His patience was drawing thin, but he could not be rash at a moment like so for he was uncertain just how long he has been in that forsaken stasis chamber.
Demon King Namorel