The world had been in trouble for some time, even beyond the missing princess. Primarily, this danger had been through the behaviors of various dark beings. Some were relatively simple , but others could either manipulate the air or impersonate flora before spinning into a whirlwind of power. There were also a slow incursion of those who should not have ever existed, though the number of those last ones were still relatively tame, seemingly waiting for someone in specific before moving in.
Sitting against a tree in a relatively clear area was a young man, one in his mid-twenties, who seemed to be quietly observing the area, but for one element: his eyes were covered by a blindfold, as if bandaged for some reason or another. He had a small metal baton of some sort by his side, and though he was seemingly staring out into the distance with apparently blind eyes, the baton had morphed its head to the shape of a small needlepoint, tracing a sequence of symbols in the ground that seemed to momentarily glow with each stroke of the makeshift stylus. Once they were completed, drawn up in various places around this entire location over time, he seemed to pause, the item's point disappearing, and turned his head this way and that.
Gregory Zivaku had his own reasons for being here. This was the land touched by the Sundrop Flower , and though it had been removed, the legend remained, and so there may have been some remnants of power for him to learn about, some means of using the healing powers of the sun for invention. There were rumors of it out in the forests or swamps, but he would not follow them too far if they had been incorporated by another.
The various warding sigils would protect the immediate area from incursion, but only if those dark beings were to arrive, and only for set amounts of damage each, akin to a limited-time minefield that would burn those of ill intent who came close without harming the forest itself. The burgeoning mystical power within him screamed for release as ever, but he had been self-trained well enough to avoid those calls to the best of his abilities though exercises like the one he had just undergone for nearly thirty minutes of relative quiet, at most using his arcane sight to look around the area through his blindfold. If someone were to arrive, he would likely see them unless they were to teleport into the area or come up behind him, and through his power, he would likely be able to discern their supernatural prowess and the elemental nature of its form.
He had been mostly alone since gaining a ship of his own in Radiant Garden, but others were always welcome.
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