Baku
The Brass Sage
"Lo'ch muu'tuu drook'talun mech'dasimadj!"
His voice came mighty on the wind as the skimmers fell from their pursuit, in a cascade of colors made vibrant by the rising sun. The Brass Sage extended his hands into the air and kneeled, for Sky Weaver requests that the wise bow in humble spirit and intention so that the children of the desert might receive her knowing. The brass eagle cut through the air and for a moment unfurled its death tipped wings. The mechanisms within its form clicked and clattered.
"Lo'ch muu'tuu drook'talun mech'dasimadj! Druu'sii dok'raal nak'tali'mun! Do'oth'bek Nzuri Nak'tali'mun!"
The gears shifted and metal expanded and the bird became great, it's wings like many scimitars and it's cry that of a ravenous creature of the desert with a heart and chords of metal. Like a predator, it fold's its wings and darts toward it's prey aboard the wounded ship, talons and wings glinting dangerously in the rising Suldazan sun.
Baku said prayers quietly as the battle loomed above. He removed a knife from his belt and grabbed a passing chicken, saying sweet words and apologies to her before he cut her head off. A gift to the spirits of the sands and a binding of the energy he's gathered here...
His voice came mighty on the wind as the skimmers fell from their pursuit, in a cascade of colors made vibrant by the rising sun. The Brass Sage extended his hands into the air and kneeled, for Sky Weaver requests that the wise bow in humble spirit and intention so that the children of the desert might receive her knowing. The brass eagle cut through the air and for a moment unfurled its death tipped wings. The mechanisms within its form clicked and clattered.
"Lo'ch muu'tuu drook'talun mech'dasimadj! Druu'sii dok'raal nak'tali'mun! Do'oth'bek Nzuri Nak'tali'mun!"
The gears shifted and metal expanded and the bird became great, it's wings like many scimitars and it's cry that of a ravenous creature of the desert with a heart and chords of metal. Like a predator, it fold's its wings and darts toward it's prey aboard the wounded ship, talons and wings glinting dangerously in the rising Suldazan sun.
Baku said prayers quietly as the battle loomed above. He removed a knife from his belt and grabbed a passing chicken, saying sweet words and apologies to her before he cut her head off. A gift to the spirits of the sands and a binding of the energy he's gathered here...