Still 2127
Esoti sought a home elsewhere. He didn't want to risk encountering his parents, and seeing their disdainful faces. Serenity was out of the question for long term living.
He rented an inn room in Serenity. Nothing fancy, just a place to sleep.
And so he set his eyes on the closest neighboring city, Londo.
There he wandered the streets, trying to gauge whether or not it would be a good place to stay, when he encountered Victoria A. Kasca. A child, even younger than he.
At this point, Esoti was somewhat malnourished, and Victoria gave him a hamburger, which he started to eat.
He spoke with Victoria about what happened to him, and some rough outlines of the cult he was in. At this point, it began to slowly click that maybe the cult was wrong about some things.
As he was halfway through eating the sandwich, Victoria was approached by Maharaba, who accused Victoria of stealing a sword. An argument ensued in the middle of Londo. Accusations of the sword being demonic, and occultist were thrown around. Esoti didn't understand the significance of all of this and just stepped back.
The argument kept heating up, and then Maharaba attacked Victoria with lethal intent. Victoria came out on top, and then brutally cut off Maharaba's arm in the middle of town.
A traumatizing experience.
Even if Victoria was nice and helpful, he'd never be able to get the image of her ripping an arm off, showering the streets in blood. Staying in Londo, and remembering those memories every day didn't seem like a good idea. And so he went elsewhere.
Late 2127
Esoti took some time to learn blacksmithing and artificing, practicing on his own, and refining his talent, though he didn't feel he could make anything actually worth using.
Esoti traveled through Meranthe, getting the lay of the land of all major non-island settlements. Fortune seemed a nice place. Martyr's Vigil was also an option. Gloomlight was a no-go, every time he walked through that unreality gate, he felt like he was going to projectile vomit.
Despite being so close to his starting point, that left Frontier as the last remaining area.
While here, he ran into Phillip. A man who needed some blacksmithing done. Mythril armor. How wonderful, Esoti had just learned how to work with mythril. And so, Esoti took up the job.
It went poorly. Esoti's method of crafting, by placing controlled explosions inside of an ingot to form it worked, while also causing large explosions in the middle of town, sending armor plates flying everywhere through the marketplace.
Just when his confidence was beginning to increase, his failure with crafting the armor kicked him back into the dirt of self-doubt.
Esoti sought a home elsewhere. He didn't want to risk encountering his parents, and seeing their disdainful faces. Serenity was out of the question for long term living.
He rented an inn room in Serenity. Nothing fancy, just a place to sleep.
And so he set his eyes on the closest neighboring city, Londo.
There he wandered the streets, trying to gauge whether or not it would be a good place to stay, when he encountered Victoria A. Kasca. A child, even younger than he.
At this point, Esoti was somewhat malnourished, and Victoria gave him a hamburger, which he started to eat.
He spoke with Victoria about what happened to him, and some rough outlines of the cult he was in. At this point, it began to slowly click that maybe the cult was wrong about some things.
As he was halfway through eating the sandwich, Victoria was approached by Maharaba, who accused Victoria of stealing a sword. An argument ensued in the middle of Londo. Accusations of the sword being demonic, and occultist were thrown around. Esoti didn't understand the significance of all of this and just stepped back.
The argument kept heating up, and then Maharaba attacked Victoria with lethal intent. Victoria came out on top, and then brutally cut off Maharaba's arm in the middle of town.
A traumatizing experience.
Even if Victoria was nice and helpful, he'd never be able to get the image of her ripping an arm off, showering the streets in blood. Staying in Londo, and remembering those memories every day didn't seem like a good idea. And so he went elsewhere.
Late 2127
Esoti took some time to learn blacksmithing and artificing, practicing on his own, and refining his talent, though he didn't feel he could make anything actually worth using.
Esoti traveled through Meranthe, getting the lay of the land of all major non-island settlements. Fortune seemed a nice place. Martyr's Vigil was also an option. Gloomlight was a no-go, every time he walked through that unreality gate, he felt like he was going to projectile vomit.
Despite being so close to his starting point, that left Frontier as the last remaining area.
While here, he ran into Phillip. A man who needed some blacksmithing done. Mythril armor. How wonderful, Esoti had just learned how to work with mythril. And so, Esoti took up the job.
It went poorly. Esoti's method of crafting, by placing controlled explosions inside of an ingot to form it worked, while also causing large explosions in the middle of town, sending armor plates flying everywhere through the marketplace.
Just when his confidence was beginning to increase, his failure with crafting the armor kicked him back into the dirt of self-doubt.