Post by Triton Augustus on Aug 4, 2019 22:30:08 GMT -8
A bag upon his scaled back, the islander wandered his way into a land of rubbish submerged in a nation of mighty mainlanders. Triton did not know the claims of gods living in the land to be true, but he had not braved such a perilous journey of many days to find a man with naught but little might.
No, for it was upon hearing a legend that the islander had found himself determined to find its hero. The legend told of a great warrior with hair of crimson fire that had the might to slay the god Hephaestus!
"John Summers!" he declared, the shout making its way about the garbage in search of an ear to heed it. "I come requesting aid! For I have heard many stories of your greatness and might!"
No, for it was upon hearing a legend that the islander had found himself determined to find its hero. The legend told of a great warrior with hair of crimson fire that had the might to slay the god Hephaestus!
"John Summers!" he declared, the shout making its way about the garbage in search of an ear to heed it. "I come requesting aid! For I have heard many stories of your greatness and might!"