Role

Chapter 1

Now eager with purpose and intrigue, Mizakohei has found a definative path. Mizo has
studied the Scions to what he believes is a great extent. He is aware of their mysterty
still, and knows there is also much undiscovered. Desirous to learn of their power,
and power even beyond the realm which he lives, this will prove to be his motivation
and dedication. Qualities he has already shown to himself, his guild, and those around
him. Is it enough however, to both his new God, and the Scions?

Mizakohei will use the teachings from the Temple in which he was banished, and begin
his worship to the Lord of the Dead, the Dark Beroxxus. Mizakohei is not unfamiliar
with the divine pressence, and can only hope for the wicked blessings and teachings of
the Dark God. In much doubt to himself, Mizakohei wonders why the Dark God would even
bother with him. Perhaps it is a mere destiny that Mizo is granted blessing by the Dark
God? NO! Mizakohei cannot let these thoughts bewilder him. The sheer thought of
inconfidence and incompetancy would absolutely ward away the sagacious Dark God.

Mizakohei began a long, and perhaps deathful trip to the frigid Granite Mountain, a
mountain next the Jaded Mountains. Thought to be the tallest, and coldest of mountains
standing. Mizo is not much for long hikes or journies. Mizo does not know much about
the outdoors, nor much about survival in the wilds. Mizo took quick, thorough lessons
from an adept survivalist and hunter named Paranipis, or rather, Iss. Mizakohei has
found strange, though much needed alliances under awkward circumstances. After getting
help packing the nessecities to stay warm, and well fed, Mizo built up stoutheartedness
to begin his journey of faith.

Nearly three weeks later, Mizakohei stood bundled in at least four layers of heavy
clothing, and with only a small sliver in his face mask to see out of, he stood atop the
Granite Mountain. Mizakohei considered the reputation of this mountain top well-earned.
Mizo felt as though his eyes could see further than anyone else's had before. For a
moment in the plain agony of the mountain, Mizo found enjoyment in the howling winds
and clouds. He could even focus on the warmth of the sun for brief periods of time,
which seemed very unusual. Calling forth on his magics to create a fire, as he has been
doing the entire trip, Mizakohei settled down at this high point of the mountain. Mizo
gave a great sigh of relief just before he began his meditation and ritual of Honglath,
or the ritual of Clear Thinking.

Mizakohei came out of his trance a week after he began. He felt anew, invigorated with
great self-realization. He gave a mighty and stormful laugh, and called upon the Plane
of Earth to rain down rock and snow alike, in a great avalanche. Tracing his hands
through the air with precise movements, and in unfaultering acuteness, he summoned
the great howling winds of the mountain to carry him down to the bottom of the great
Granite Mountain. Mizo could not contain himself from giving a wicked laugh of delight.
Mizakohei pressed on in his jounrey with coolness and decisiveness.