Long ago, an artifact now known as the Turobian King was crafted into this world. The Turobian King is a simple statue of a once powerful ruler named Aca-Tura who ruled the lands. Aca-Tura ruled with such power and authority that anyone who dared defied him suffered a wrath like no other. He punished people by ripping them to shreds with his own magic, took control of their minds and made them pull their own hearts out, and the worst was having their loved ones killed in front of them while Aca-Tura ate their hearts on a platter. The ruler's magic was demonic and unheard of and was unchallenged for decades. One day a mighty being named, Ka'Shiro, came across the lands to challenge Aca-Tura that would decide the fate of Turobian. Feeling confident he wouldn't lose, Aca-Tura accepted in a heart beat. Ka'Shiro unveiled something unheard of to the ruler, a cross. This caused Aca-Tura to be paralyzed for a few moments, giving the being enough time to pull out a statue that was crafted out of pure gold. Ka'Shiro begin to chant an incantation that slowly pulled Aca-Tura into the statue, causing the shape to change to him. Though Aca-Tura never truly died, he was imprisoned within the statue and just to make sure he could never be freed, Ka'Shiro broke both the arms off the statue and took them with him back from whence he came. Over the years, many people have touched and taken the Turobian King from its original resting place and left it many different places. Along with the Turobian King, the arm fragments were hidden somewhere in the world so that they would never be found and Aca-Tura would never see the light of day again. Legend has it, that if the two arms were reunited with the base..Aca-Tura would be free once again. However, many people have searched to find the Turobian King to merchant it for the money...While one man searches to find out if the legend is true.. View attachment 12301 Darion Barnes, an explorer who was no stranger to walking endless miles to satisfy his curiosity. He sat within the tavern rubbing his chin while looking down at the scroll with the legend of the Turobian Sultan, trying to get an idea where he should start on this journey. Perhaps finding the base? No..It's probably better to start with the arms and then the base. Darion was a bit short when it came to mysteries without any real clues. Slamming his hand on the table, twiddling his fingers at a rough pace while his other hand was propped up to his cheek. A heavy sigh of frustration escaped. "Where the hell did that damn being go with the fragments?...Maybe I should head towards Turobian ruins and see if there's any clues.." He rolled up the scroll on the table and placed it in his sack. Standing up while grabbing his trusty spear, leaving his pay on the table. The other men within the tavern began to speak behind Darion's back about how he was a fool for trying to find the fragments. He didn't care, he was going to search the end of the world if he had to. Opening the door to the outside, he looked towards the sign that pointed travelers to different places. From what Darion knew, he was going to have to head West; which was the way no traveler ever came from or dared went down, until today. Darion wasn't afraid of anything, even death itself. If he was going to die it would be searching for something he wanted to find.