Approval and voyage layout
Mashyuu's large hand palmed the odd looking fruit in his deep pocket just as he burst through the last of the forest. Mashyuu looked over his shoulder at the trees, many had been knocked over by the pyramid that came to life and attacked the man, others destroyed in his battle with the guardians of the fruit. Worst of all was the state of the sacred land, small craters, burned patches of grass and trees and his broken sun glasses. Lazily, Mashyuu ran his large hand through his sweat drenched black hair and flung the fluid off his fingers then he dug into his other pocket and placed the broken frames of his glasses back on his face to at least block out some of the rising sun's light.
His arms hung at his sides next to the two chain scythes placed in the holsters on his hips. He was tired, thirsty and hungry, along with sore from injuries but Mashyuu didn't let it stop him. He trudged along his chosen path for hours until he reached a small, flat patch of land. The land itself was barren of life, the grass had died out long ago, leaving only patch of clumped dirt that had been beaten down into a solid path by many feet. Mashyuu walked a series of feet forward, how far exactly Mashyuu was unsure of in his dazed condition. When he reached the edge of the land he couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the ground going down into what he would call a small valley.
At the end of the valley was a large cave, too dark to clearly see inside of but outside of it was a ran down camp site. Something that looked like it hadn't been used in years. Mashyuu crouched low and flapped his wings, using the pressure to throw himself forward and down the hill without having to walk or even fly. Slowly he slid to a stop and made his way towards the camp site without a word or even checking to make sure he wasn't walking into a trap. Once he arrived at the small campsite he started to rummage through the belongings in the area. A small locked box, a wide table made of wooden slabs that had been tied together quickly. A small rack of digging supplies and a wheelbarrow to cart materials back and fourth. A singular one man tent and a backpack.
Mashyuu scooped up the small chest and the backpack and settled into the tent that had a one man cot and a pillow in it. He plopped down on the cot and put the box at his feet, then started to go through the bag. "Alright... lets see. This bag is sort of heavy... Iron ingots?.... Four of them to be exact. Odd. What else. A canteen of water. Good, I'm thirsty as hell. Oh awesome! Dried beef and trail rations! This will come in handy." Mashyuu exclaimed with relief and joy. Slowly he set the ingots in the bag again and set the sack aside. Without fail he started to eat a few sticks of jerky and a hand full of the rations to make sure he didn't starve. He topped it off by drinking a few swigs of water and saved the rest for the next day, just in case things didn't go smoothly for him. Mashyuu laid down on the cot, too tired to continue on through the day and fell into a deep sleep...
Part 1: The Camp
Mashyuu's large hand palmed the odd looking fruit in his deep pocket just as he burst through the last of the forest. Mashyuu looked over his shoulder at the trees, many had been knocked over by the pyramid that came to life and attacked the man, others destroyed in his battle with the guardians of the fruit. Worst of all was the state of the sacred land, small craters, burned patches of grass and trees and his broken sun glasses. Lazily, Mashyuu ran his large hand through his sweat drenched black hair and flung the fluid off his fingers then he dug into his other pocket and placed the broken frames of his glasses back on his face to at least block out some of the rising sun's light.
His arms hung at his sides next to the two chain scythes placed in the holsters on his hips. He was tired, thirsty and hungry, along with sore from injuries but Mashyuu didn't let it stop him. He trudged along his chosen path for hours until he reached a small, flat patch of land. The land itself was barren of life, the grass had died out long ago, leaving only patch of clumped dirt that had been beaten down into a solid path by many feet. Mashyuu walked a series of feet forward, how far exactly Mashyuu was unsure of in his dazed condition. When he reached the edge of the land he couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the ground going down into what he would call a small valley.
At the end of the valley was a large cave, too dark to clearly see inside of but outside of it was a ran down camp site. Something that looked like it hadn't been used in years. Mashyuu crouched low and flapped his wings, using the pressure to throw himself forward and down the hill without having to walk or even fly. Slowly he slid to a stop and made his way towards the camp site without a word or even checking to make sure he wasn't walking into a trap. Once he arrived at the small campsite he started to rummage through the belongings in the area. A small locked box, a wide table made of wooden slabs that had been tied together quickly. A small rack of digging supplies and a wheelbarrow to cart materials back and fourth. A singular one man tent and a backpack.
Mashyuu scooped up the small chest and the backpack and settled into the tent that had a one man cot and a pillow in it. He plopped down on the cot and put the box at his feet, then started to go through the bag. "Alright... lets see. This bag is sort of heavy... Iron ingots?.... Four of them to be exact. Odd. What else. A canteen of water. Good, I'm thirsty as hell. Oh awesome! Dried beef and trail rations! This will come in handy." Mashyuu exclaimed with relief and joy. Slowly he set the ingots in the bag again and set the sack aside. Without fail he started to eat a few sticks of jerky and a hand full of the rations to make sure he didn't starve. He topped it off by drinking a few swigs of water and saved the rest for the next day, just in case things didn't go smoothly for him. Mashyuu laid down on the cot, too tired to continue on through the day and fell into a deep sleep...