- SlayerThicc Boi
- Joined : 2016-10-29
Posts : 591
Age : 20
Location : The Dance Floor
Sun Sep 23, 2018 1:33 am
By this point in her life, Izalith had almost forgotten who she was.
Not in a metaphorical sense but a physical sense. She has yet to ever use the gifts that her mother had given her since birth, only knowing how to use a few spells that her older sister, Sylvania, had taught her. Though useful in very specific situations, they weren't going to cut it if Izalith had gotten into a real fight. Not only that, she wasn't very skilled in the art of combat itself, so maybe a bit of training was what she needed,
Currently, we find our wandering swordsman in the depth of Arizona, treading in the place known only as Death Valley. This day in particular was a contender for possibly one of the hottest days recorded. Due to the extreme heat, her left eye has become irritated, causing it to become extremely itchy. This phenomenon caused her to remember back to her time with her family, making note that Sylvania had an extreme dislike for the heat. Thus it would make sense that her body, and her eye, would stay true to that distaste as well.
So why Death Valley? Well, while it wasn't the largest desert, it was big enough for her to set up a small training session. Izalith did not know her own power, but she could get a general grasp of how strong she was, so if she were to cause major damage then it would be minimal and nobody would care. At the moment she was roughly 5 miles in, with the closest hint of civilization nowhere in sight. As a matter of fact, there was sand for miles, only disrupted by the occasional cactus or starving lizard. There was sand in places where sand shouldn't be, and that fact made Izalith slowly start to regretting coming here.