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Broomhandle45
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Tellius was a long, faded dream. But that was a good thing, he thought. It allowed him to see the world with fresh eyes. The Mad King was dead, Tellius saved from disaster...and all Ike wanted to do was travel. What a world it was out there, and someone of his talents had more than enough to get by. There were cultures and civilizations that he never thought possible, places that had never heard of Tellius, or others wondering what kind of language he spoke.
He had fought over a hundred battlefields for different causes, but the end result always was the same: he left when the job was done, and when he was paid. It was the true life of a mercenary, and there was no greater ally or partner than Ragnell. The massive sword rested against his shoulder in it's well used leather sheath, the sun beating off the tanned hide. All he had to his name was his armor and pack, his cape billowing gently into the wind. And so, Ike walked...with nothing but his own skills to keep him alive for camping and hunting. It was cathartic, something he desperately needed...he felt that he had lost his connection with who he was, what he wanted out of life. It was a bitter sweet realization that the life of the mercenary suited him...it was what he was, what his father was. He didn't want to lose that...and he felt selfish for simply leaving. But he knew Soren and Titania would have everything in good hands.
Here, Ike found himself in the land of Hyrule. A place he had never heard of, nor understood. His only knowledge of the name came from a passing merchant. The air was thick and heavy as he moved through the precarious and rocky path that surrounded Death Mountain. The clouds overhead were dark and foreboding, with a rumble of thunder that gave no rain. Ike wondered if it was a bad omen, but he would soon find the answer out for himself.
Heading further down the path was when he saw a gorgeous plain, spreading as far as the eye could see. Banners were raised at every angle and corner. Ike narrowed his eyes in curiosity as he moved down towards the valley, where he saw green skinned creatures chattering orders at one another, formations of them astride giant boars. That's when he realized that the clouds were not natural, because from them came creatures that he had never seen before...lancing magic into the opposite formation in dark bolts of energy.
His blue brows furrowed in thought, his cape whipping in the wind. He was never one to wade into a battle without knowing what was going on, but his gut churned, watching the display. He tightened his traveling pack against his back, and smoothly drew Ragnell out of the worn sheath. It's golden blade gleaming, he didn't hesitate as he moved down the mountain and leapt into the air. The green skinned Bulbin astride a boar had no idea what hit him as Ike sliced him in two and landed with a heavy thump. The back lines turned and scattered in surprise as Ike's eyes narrowed, and he readied his sword.
And suddenly, the front lines of the opposing side were not so heavily assaulted.
He had fought over a hundred battlefields for different causes, but the end result always was the same: he left when the job was done, and when he was paid. It was the true life of a mercenary, and there was no greater ally or partner than Ragnell. The massive sword rested against his shoulder in it's well used leather sheath, the sun beating off the tanned hide. All he had to his name was his armor and pack, his cape billowing gently into the wind. And so, Ike walked...with nothing but his own skills to keep him alive for camping and hunting. It was cathartic, something he desperately needed...he felt that he had lost his connection with who he was, what he wanted out of life. It was a bitter sweet realization that the life of the mercenary suited him...it was what he was, what his father was. He didn't want to lose that...and he felt selfish for simply leaving. But he knew Soren and Titania would have everything in good hands.
Here, Ike found himself in the land of Hyrule. A place he had never heard of, nor understood. His only knowledge of the name came from a passing merchant. The air was thick and heavy as he moved through the precarious and rocky path that surrounded Death Mountain. The clouds overhead were dark and foreboding, with a rumble of thunder that gave no rain. Ike wondered if it was a bad omen, but he would soon find the answer out for himself.
Heading further down the path was when he saw a gorgeous plain, spreading as far as the eye could see. Banners were raised at every angle and corner. Ike narrowed his eyes in curiosity as he moved down towards the valley, where he saw green skinned creatures chattering orders at one another, formations of them astride giant boars. That's when he realized that the clouds were not natural, because from them came creatures that he had never seen before...lancing magic into the opposite formation in dark bolts of energy.
His blue brows furrowed in thought, his cape whipping in the wind. He was never one to wade into a battle without knowing what was going on, but his gut churned, watching the display. He tightened his traveling pack against his back, and smoothly drew Ragnell out of the worn sheath. It's golden blade gleaming, he didn't hesitate as he moved down the mountain and leapt into the air. The green skinned Bulbin astride a boar had no idea what hit him as Ike sliced him in two and landed with a heavy thump. The back lines turned and scattered in surprise as Ike's eyes narrowed, and he readied his sword.
And suddenly, the front lines of the opposing side were not so heavily assaulted.