Post by oooo on Sept 17, 2022 11:13:32 GMT
Umibozou took a seat, when seated it was clear that he was large.
"Regrettable. For this, I'll start at the beginning so that you'll know the tragedy of the Yato. Near the dawn of time, our kind roamed Lonato, we knew no form of government, and every day we fought with each other in never-ending cycles of conflict. It was a paradise that pushed our kind and allowed us to have the power we wield today. But eventually, this splendid Eden was brought to an end, for travelers from other worlds disturbed our peace and tried to subjugate us.
But we were strong and defeated them, we feasted on their bones and took their vessels for our own. And we, at last, had the means to escape our system. Our kind moved through the galaxy, we looted and conquered for our pleasure. Worlds burned and every Yato knew enough blood to content themselves. But before we knew it, this era of plenty for our kind was brought to an end by the Clansmen.
They broke us, we who knew no government could form no united opposition, a thoroughly un-Yato concept. They sent us back to Lonato, beaten and bloodied. They took away our ships and we were and so we a free people were made into slaves. And we Yato would stay like this until I was born, many years later. I, Umibozu was mighty among my people, my strength unmatched, my mastery over the elements unquestioned. But, eventually, I grew bored of my mastery and wished to try my strength against the Clansmen. I didn't need a vessel, I simply flew where I needed to go, the void of space was no barrier to me, you see.
And I terrorized the worlds before at last, the elders of the Geyser challenged me. And I destroyed them in battle. I, a Yato had shaken the greatest empire in the universe and sent it teetering to collapse. It forced their leader, Cosmos to challenge me in single combat. He was the mightiest being in the universe, the progenitor of the Clansmen themselves. Together we fought, it was a bitter struggle and in the end he bested me. I didn't die, as the histories tell, but I was wounded from the struggle.
But that battle between us was greater than I knew, for it determined the course of our species. It was the first and the last time our kind stood on its own two feet, ever after did we the Yato kneel to the Clansmen. Even after their empire fell, our kind bowed its head to their successive dynasties, and with each dynasty, we grew weaker. We destroyed each other over the generations until at last most of our kind were nothing but weaklings who shared only a shred of Yato blood from their ancestors.
And in this weak and pitiful state, how did the Clansmen treat us? They destroyed us, of course. No doubt you heard from Date the details, though no doubt he left out parts of the story. But our kind is no more and Geyser has returned in force."
"Regrettable. For this, I'll start at the beginning so that you'll know the tragedy of the Yato. Near the dawn of time, our kind roamed Lonato, we knew no form of government, and every day we fought with each other in never-ending cycles of conflict. It was a paradise that pushed our kind and allowed us to have the power we wield today. But eventually, this splendid Eden was brought to an end, for travelers from other worlds disturbed our peace and tried to subjugate us.
But we were strong and defeated them, we feasted on their bones and took their vessels for our own. And we, at last, had the means to escape our system. Our kind moved through the galaxy, we looted and conquered for our pleasure. Worlds burned and every Yato knew enough blood to content themselves. But before we knew it, this era of plenty for our kind was brought to an end by the Clansmen.
They broke us, we who knew no government could form no united opposition, a thoroughly un-Yato concept. They sent us back to Lonato, beaten and bloodied. They took away our ships and we were and so we a free people were made into slaves. And we Yato would stay like this until I was born, many years later. I, Umibozu was mighty among my people, my strength unmatched, my mastery over the elements unquestioned. But, eventually, I grew bored of my mastery and wished to try my strength against the Clansmen. I didn't need a vessel, I simply flew where I needed to go, the void of space was no barrier to me, you see.
And I terrorized the worlds before at last, the elders of the Geyser challenged me. And I destroyed them in battle. I, a Yato had shaken the greatest empire in the universe and sent it teetering to collapse. It forced their leader, Cosmos to challenge me in single combat. He was the mightiest being in the universe, the progenitor of the Clansmen themselves. Together we fought, it was a bitter struggle and in the end he bested me. I didn't die, as the histories tell, but I was wounded from the struggle.
But that battle between us was greater than I knew, for it determined the course of our species. It was the first and the last time our kind stood on its own two feet, ever after did we the Yato kneel to the Clansmen. Even after their empire fell, our kind bowed its head to their successive dynasties, and with each dynasty, we grew weaker. We destroyed each other over the generations until at last most of our kind were nothing but weaklings who shared only a shred of Yato blood from their ancestors.
And in this weak and pitiful state, how did the Clansmen treat us? They destroyed us, of course. No doubt you heard from Date the details, though no doubt he left out parts of the story. But our kind is no more and Geyser has returned in force."