The Master's Worlds
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Ezbal The Desolate Tundra
When Stes escaped Gal after so many years, the world's master called after him and said, "you know your different, not just because you've survived so long, but because you're meant for Gal. You can go back to earth for now, but its no longer your home. Gal is." And that was it, he returned to a world that thought he was dead, from a hell he hoped hed never see again.
Returning to earth, he was met with the difficulty of proving his identity and proving he wasn't insane, that he hadn't hallucinated the events in Gal. But he knew that was real, he had the experience the strength and the skills, he had the scars earned in deadly combat, he had the furs and claws from his various kills, but it was all to far fetched for anyone. But he soon returned to society and his relieved family, but returning wasn't as easy as he thought. He couldn't stand the taste of most foods, especially anything with artificial sweeteners. The days were too bright, needing sunglasses, and sunblock to protect his now light sensitive skin, and it was so noisy his ears be pounded with sounds. The night was worse, you wouldn't believe how many things like a reaper sneaking up on you, his poor family cat scared to death of him now. And then there was his newfound abnormal strength, and his amazing skills surprising those around him. But he did his best to cope, he got a job working at a noodle restaurant, he began reapplying for college, and making new and finding old friends.
But he couldn't help thinking of that other world, at night when he dreamed, he dreamt of the quiet only broken by a momentary squeal of something that had been caught and killed. He soon realized the psychotic master had been right, he missed Gal, he missed its simple straightforward rule, its peaceful but dangerous aura, a place to not be feared but respected. Gal had changed Stes, so much he even found comfort in the dreams where reapers chased him down, in remembering the strange but welcoming company of the witches. But Gal's master wasn't quite done with the young man, not yet. The master had not only made Gal, it was only one of six very different worlds, all just as dangerous in its own right, and it was time for Stes to see them.
On a day he worked a coworker asked for him to go grab them a bag of sauce from the walk-in freezer. Entering nothing was odd, it was its simple cold self, he stepped to the back and bent down grabbing the bag but noticed something. On Gal, something in the air left a strange white residue on things, to the unfamiliar eye it looked simply like a bit of salt residue, certainly nothing to bat an eye at. But to Stes, it was an omen of older days. He quickly stood, his heart beating faster as he panicked, only to see the door now gone, a wall all that remained. He felt a cold breeze accompanied by an unprecedented temperature drop and spun only to see an impossible landscape.
As he stared at it, a view that in another time and place would have stolen his breath, only quickened his heart, but he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of excitement for this world. But whispering in his ear he heard the voice he hadn't heard even in dreams since he escaped Gal, "Welcome my young friend," said the voice of the master, "this is my world Ezbal, the Desolate Tundra. You've been away for a year now, and its time you saw the rest of my realm." And with a cocky remark slipping a knife into Stes's hand, "good luck, and Stes... welcome home." And Stes was left in the snow, a small smile on his face.
New World, New Rules
In Gal there were set rules, don't make noise, waste nothing, don't stay in one place too long, cover your trail, and respect the land. Of course, there were more refined ones for specific situations, but when Stes the Ghost of the silent forest arrived in this tundra landscape it was quickly clear that the rules had changed. First to survive one needed a home base a place to store gear and gather their resources. Two camouflage is just as important as an effective weapon. And more then ever the one needed to respect his surroundings.
In Gal, we had the Manowans, but in Ezbal there's the Nomads a traveling humanoid race that mostly consists of herders and hunters. They know this land as well as anyone but are best at hunting the native herd animals Morae. -
Gallery
Ragnars
Top Predators in Ezbal, until Stes shows up.
Defending the Fallen Against the Horror
Stes standing his ground against a creature called a Horror, massive ill tempered monsters, but not ruthless. He defends the members of a Nomad, the resident humanoids, hunting party impressing them with his courage and skill.
A New Home
Stes' home deep within a canyon, away from would be predators, but not invulnerable.
The Bleeders
Massive ape like creatures, serving the master. They are viscous biting their victims and slowly letting them bleed out, but also know to torture those it catches with varying means.
The master Realm
Starting, we see the one we hover is Rama a mountainous world, closest next is Manglo the lost desert, and farthest Ja the first world an industrial world entirely and the largest of all six worlds.
Morae
The primary source of food for Stes, standing the size of a cow, these are not easy to hunt as they will not hesitate to pulverize an attacker.
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