Draken World

Bathed in the warm light of the sun, the lush beautiful and vibrant archipelago of Yamata flourished, like a stunning garden. Behind Yamata sat the Oeo. It’s water so clear that you could, see the blemishes on your skin, from its reflection. Its purity was used as a comparison to all things clean. Teeming with crustaceans and fish, untouched by the harsh arcane energy, and not yet mutated.However most of the citizens in Jux knew Yamata, by the dividing Maelstrom. Scarcely anyone could make the journey to Yamata, without assistance from a flying level Draken, or a strong enough mage. The Maelstrom was a monstrous never ending force of nature, which whipped and lashed against the cliff face of Yamata.Comprised of eight colossal whirlpools, that leads to the dark abyss. With clashing waves so violent and fierce, they would break the bones of any creature too reckless or weary to avoid its wrath. It is said that there is enough water in Maelstrom, to quench your thirst by gazing at it.

Encara shook Yamada’s hand up and down with enthusiasm. Yamada stared wide-eyed, unblinking, with his lips slowly parting and jaw dropping. Encara slowed the shaking down, cocking his head at Yamada, waiting for a reaction.“Uh....are you okay?” He said giving him a concerned look. Yamada nodded his expression frozen.“You..don’t want to be a knight?” Yamada shook his head, his expression still frozen in place. Encara let go of Yamada’s hand, it continued to go up and down with the same cadence.He took a few steps back, inspecting Yamada from a distance, still with a frozen facial expression, and shaking his hand up and down.“You...you uh take your time to process that information. I’ll go talk to Urkse.” Encara turned around shaking his head disturbed. He leapt into the sky, like a feather and floated in the air. He proceeded to walk on the air, towards the village, celebrating and feasting on the giant octopus.Encara found Chieftain Kekoa, congratulating a guardian on being recru

Yamada woke up, with heavy eye lids, and heavier body. Scrunching his face, the searing and sharp pain brought him to his senses. He shot up trying to clutching his nose, feeling the intense pain in his gut, letting out a pained groan reeling back.“By the Blessed, how are you up?” A woman said astonished, rushing over to help him. She gently coaxed Yamada into his bed.“Where...where am I?” Yamada asked, with tears blurring his vision.“The hospice, Grand Mage Urkse brought you here. Do not fret, you will be blessed, when the Blessed is free.”Yamada forced himself up, the pain radiated out and shot through his body like fire. The nurse tried to push him back down to no avail. He clutched his gut, and shook his head, using the pain to fuel himself.“Where is Grand Knight Gwyneth?” he shakily on his feet. “You need to lay down and-““WHERE!?” He yelled, his voice echoing through the stone walls.The nurse went silent leaning away from him. She took a few seconds to compose herself.“M

Yamada lay on his straw bed, struggling to fall asleep on its stiff shape. He wished for a hammock, but he felt it stupid to ask for what, others would consider a downgrade. The Citadel was too noisy for him, with drunken citizens yelling angrily in the streets, or worse singing unfamiliar songs. He missed the crashing waves of the Maelstrom, or the gentle ripples of the Oeo, that lulled him to sleep. Yamada left the room frustrated desperate for fresh air. He walked outside, gazing at the kingdom, bathed in the pale moon light. The lanterns had faded, and the cool air was refreshing. He took a few steps forward, accidently kicking the armour Gwyneth had left behind. Yamada clutched his mouth shut, letting out a muffled whimper, suppressing the urge to scream. He sat down clutching his foot, and felt around the cold matte black armour. He had thought that Gwyneth brought it inside for safe keeping. Why would anyone leave such precious armour outside in the streets? Surely the Cita

Gwyneth woke up at the break of dawn, feeling another blanket on her body. She perched up onto her hands, looking down at the empty mattress. She wrapped herself in the blankets, walking outside her quarters, to see one of the handmaidens stitching his frayed Kāṣāya.“Where is he?” She asked.The handmaiden bowed. “He left an hour ago, and tried to change his clothes, before he left, but....” She said holding up his frayed Kāṣāya.“His clothing was more fragile than we thought.” She said with an awkward smile.“So what did he do?” Gwyneth asked. “He left in a huff, redder than a rose, when he found out he was wearing your clothes.” The handmaiden said with a gleeful smile.Gwyneth dressed herself with alacrity, striding out of the Keep, walking down towards the Third Ring. Vexgar approached her with a furious scowl, each step he took had a solid thud.“Butcher!” He barked.“I believe you're meant to call me Grand Knight Gwyneth, or would you like for my squire to embarrass you again?”