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The Tale of Rasta: The Wild Lord
Glynax
It was a new day... The sun was high in the air. Everything was calm at the Cloud Temple. Things seemed as always with everyone going about thier daily duties.. No one sensed the atmosphere changing.... At first, that is. The air began to swift with force inside and around the Cloud Temple. In the blink of an eye. Rasta the Human was created by the unknown forces that create the rest of the known World... He was nothing. No one noticed he existed. For the longest time, he would wander. Trying to find a meaning to his life. He would come across wonderous things.. Things of spectacular and shape! After so much excitement, he longed to see his brethrens home. So he traveled a far distance in search of Oren. The Human Capitol.. As hard as he tried at first. Nothing could help him from getting lost on the King's Road. For days he stryggled wondering if he would ever truely find Oren. Then, just when his luck was looking down Rasta was able to find the city and all it's glory! It was magnificent. People crowded the streets in a daily rush of duties and chores. He ignored most and spoke to some.. He did not find there company of importance at the time. He looked at the huge city, everything he could take in, he recorded in his mind for later information.... It then came very apparent to Rasta that it was time for him to start his own life.. In the wild. He always thought to himself "What better place to make a home than in a place everyone is afraid of?" So he was off. He took from Oren by sea and on his journey, saw many castles and homes.. He wondered if there was an area untouched yet? As he began considering this concept. He spotted land that looked more barren than anything he had seen yet since his time on that World. He sailed his boat into a little cove and departed from it. He began by constructing a small sanctuary that he used for safety and other rituals of his nature.. It still stands to this day, secret to all but him. Once he had became bored with his small home, his greed set in for more power, land, wealth.... He looked around his area and saw a tall mountain in the distance with a waterfall coming down the side of it. He decided to head for this waterfall.... He made the trip in less than a few minutes and began examining the water... He decided he would will himself to do it, but he started to swim up the powerful force of the waterfall! At many points, he almosy dies of suffocation, from it being such a large mountain. He made however, unscathed and began to research his surroundings... He looked back down on the world from where had come and could see his small sanctuary from the distance. He decided the spot was more than sufficient and began cutting down all the wood in the area.. It took him a few days to clear the last of it. He used the wood he cut to make his basic tools and began by digging a stronghold into the mountain.... Through this he found many materials in which he used to upgrade his of tools.. More and more he constructed his amazing stronghold until he was satisfied. With his mighty castle constructed on top of a tall mountain.. Rasta began to hunt. At night, monsters would become afraid of the wild warrior. With a full suit of Iron armor and three or four Iron swords on him at a time. The Wild man began to slash, cut, stab and slice! No monster could kill him and his fighting abilities... He profited off the killings every night immensly. He soon enough had an amount acceptable for pushing hispower farther. He began to construct a town around his castle in hopes of attracting loyal citizen to rule over. As the town become bigger everyday by his sole hands.. so does the size of emptiness with in the city.. To this day, Rasta has become known as Lord Rasta of Montego. The city of his sole creation... And that, my friendly reader.. is where Rasta resides this day. In his perfect town. write -replace i