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The Bedonis Plains are very dusty indeed and this is why they have been called the Plains of dust by the locals. Although Dust makes up the majority of the Plains there are also some areas of strangely lush grass. The plains are bordered by a large mountain range that almost circumnavigates these plains. These mountains are a fairl dangerous place to travel as there is a large and growing number of fiends here, Some of which are rumoured to have the powers of petrifaction. Many seemingly Statues have been seen here although it is unknown whether they are man made or just unlucky travellers. In the north East of these mountains you will find Golem Rock, It is the largest of all the mountains on Bedonis and can be seen for many miles around. It is even rumoured that The earth golem himself once lived here. It has since been found that hidden somewhere at golem rock there is a ancient city of rock like people who dwell in this rocky area. there magic deriving from ancient times working with the power of gaia.

main areas: Dust plains, Mountain range, Golem rock, secret rock city.


Soldiers begin giving out flyers and sticking up posters of recruitment.
Poster for Balduvia city of makina

Attention all we are calling forth those willing to fight for the makina faction army. a new would is rising for the power of science to take hold and now with your help the makina faction can tackle the immanent threat of the mist nation and there queen who with her people have begun this fight. It is up to us as a people to combat this threat from these barbarians and your president asks all of you to fight for are future and put this ruler of Arvardias ancient ways to rest. We need you to join the army of Balduvia and fight for your rights as a people for the future. For information on joining contact the President or come to Balduvia and talk to the recruitment workers there your aid could be vital.

(ooc you may pm key whiteheart for information.)

Metatrus slowly made his way tothe town there were monks walking the streets and once came over to welcome him

"Good day traveller from the mists do you wish to spend the night I am sure you have had a long journey."

"Thank you for your concern but it will be a much longer journey than this this is just the beginning all of a sudden metatrus swung his sword from his belt the blade was sharp and cleaved the man in two from his waist"

"Whyyyy..."

the man said slowly with his last breaths.

"You should know that a follower of the summons do what they must for their master as you are devout to yours as am I to mine"

It was then that some of the other monks saw their comrade some fled but others ran over to see what was going on.

"Dont worry you will be destroyed in an hour foolish monks of a lesser summon."

Several of the monk ran at Metatrus angered by his comment still he had not noticed the rock doihng a U turn.

"Titan is the true path One with the lands As is Alexander with all that is good why do you go against your own patron!"

Metatrus laughed.

"Alexander you think I worship him hahaha he is the epitomy of the opposing force of my God"

"Then you are a devil worshipper one who would destroy all to elevate himself a dark evil without question. You have sold yourself and forever will it be damned even if we fall you shall never prosper under a dark ones rule."

"Darkness is the only he who swallows the light do you want to be swallowed foolish human because it can be done"

It was then that metatrus heard a strange whistleing and upon turning he was confronted by a large boulder the same as before this time with no time to dodge he merely crossed his arms bracing himself as the boulder smashed into him and smashed him down to the ground behind it as the boulder came to a stop. Metatrus ached all over and slowly stood blood seeping from several small wounds and some of his robe had tattered.

"You will pay for that!!"

Metatrus stood and pushed his palm out at the nearest monk and a veil of darkness enveloped him which was then squuezed crushing the man and as the darkness dssipated the man was gone

Upon sight of this the few remaining monks gave up the fight in favour of their lives those that were devout now listened only to primal instinct.

"As for your temple it shall be sealed"

Metatrus lifted the rock that had hit him upon th same shadow magic that had destroyed the monk and pushed forward with all his might firing the rock into the cave entrance a shadowy aura surrounded it sealing the rock into the gap.

"My first work is done It is time to leave"

With that metatrus left the village walking off into the plains.

The night quickly changed into day and the pair come out from their little "hovel". After stretching and ensuring that their water skins where full (by using Muka's magic), they started climbing towards the mountain in front of them. Luckily for them, they had stumbled onto what appeared to be a smaller part of the ranges between two really tall peaks.

The pair laughed, bounded and stumbled as they ran down the mountain side. They did not noticed who actually was the last one down the mountain because they just keep running. It was not until they glanced over their respective shoulders and noticed that the mountains were quickly becoming smaller and smaller back there.

Slowly slowing down, Wamu looked around. There was nothing but dust in all directions. There appeared to be blotted trees around, but nothing that could provide suitable cover at night.

"Do you think you could create another one of those little hovels here, like you did on the mountain side?" Wamu said to Muka.

With a smile on her face, Muka stretched out her hands and a hill formed between both of them. It was not a large hill, but it appeared large enogh for the pair to sleep in.

"Is that good enough?" Muka said cheekily.

Shaking his head, the pair entered into the hill and slowly sunk a little lower into the sand.

The sun slow rose high above their heads and glared down on them. Yet, the tempture did not seem to rise. All around them, things seemed to be suffering from the heat, but neither Muka or Wamu felt as though it was having any effect on them.

Just off in the distance, a sandstorm picked up and moved towards them. Seeing it while it was still far off, Muka had an idea.

"Wamu, can I try to control that sandstorm? I am pretty sure I can do it1 Oh, can I please?" Muka said with a flutter of her eyelids.

Looking at her with her puppy dog eyes, Wamu shook his head. "Alright, get don't get us killed."

Clapping her hands and jumping with glee, Muka bounded ahead of Wamu and started to cast the spell.

The rage and fraustration built up inside of Wamu. He slowly straggered forward in the direction that dust trailed off towards. But he could hardly move, it was as though his body had been drained of its energy. As though he were a lifeless husk of his former self.

Not knowing what to do, Wamu reached around and took hold of his Deer Horn Knieves. He gripped the handles tightly and held them out in front of his body. And even though he was not sure of what he was doing, there just seemed to be one right answer to it all.

"Through viloliated dreams and mystic begins, you were born in to this world. Through placid minds and seething steps, you must go" Wamu barked out of his lips in his navie tongue.

Instantly, everything felt different. But this time everything was different from before. He did not feel as though he changed at all. Instead, all he felt was his anger and rage amplified ten fold. Looking down at his body, it had certainly changed, though.

Gone was his lean build. In its place were muscles and darker fur. Taking some comfort in his new appearence, Wamu took a deep breath in. Sand from already him was sucked up towards his face, but he breathed out before it entered his nose. He had picked up on their scent. He was not sure of their final location, but he knew now that he could smell his way there.

Ensuring everything he was caring was securely in place, Wamu started to run towards the place Muka had been taken. At first, he was not moving too quickly, but he was building up momentum. And it was not long until he was blazing across the plains of Dust.

Wamu just ran. That is all he found himself able to do. All he could do was run, until Muka was back by his side again. Those Horisians had no right to take her. They were going to pay and they were going to pay dearly. These were all the thoughts that were going though his head.

But suddenly, Wamu stopped. For some strange reason he found himself unable to maintain his stronger and bulkier beresker form. Falling down onto his knee, in the sand, he reverted back to his normal lean form. For a moment, he found himself completely unable to do anything. As if the shock of suddenly losing his strength had just drained him of everything.

"DAM IT!" Wamu screamed as he slammed his fist into the sand.

Slowly lifting himself up out of the sand, Wamu sat there thinking. Why had his power just left him? And for a few minutes, he just sat there thinking.