Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20161219065535/@comment-4211788-20161219074824

"Attention! Stand tall, soldiers!" Tyrone calls for the Igna-Troops.

A young hawk stands at attention with his hand saluting to Tyrone. Covered in armor, only the hawk's feathery arms could be seen.

Tyrone places a hand on the hawk's shoulder. "Hiero, you are a great warrior and an excellent leader of rookie squad Huo. You've been working yourself over, kid. I think you may need a break man, it's been a while since I've even seen you with out that armor."

The hawk pauses as he stares at the lava lizard in front of him. "With all due respect, Ridas and I do not take breaks. Especially when the island is in desperate need of repairs."

Tyrone sighs as he rubs the hawk's shoulder. "Look Hayden, you weren't meant to live your life like this. Ridas would reward you with some down time, he has mentored me too, kid. I as your commander and leader of Igna-Tribu demand you take leave, we're not even in war."

The hawk takes off his helmet, revealing his rather long hair. "When this tribe is attacked and squad Huo is inexperienced, you know why." He hands the helmet to Tyrone as he leaves to his quarters in Ridas' palace.

Tyrone watches as Hiero walks off, he then looks at the bird's helmet and sighs. "He's never going to be over Ridas' death.."

Now in his quarters the hawk is practicing his combat techniques on a dummy. Hiero effectively burns the dummy to a crisp with a look of vexation. He then sits down by his desk, looking at a picture of him and Ridas when he was only just a boy.

"Old man.. I wonder if your country's peace makes you happy.." The hawk laments.

A bright figure appears behind Hiero causing the bird of prey to jump to the defense.

"If I were you, I'd leave right now." Hiero says as he unsheathes a dagger from his boot.

Numen appears as he holds his hand out to the aggressive hawk. "Hayden, you may not know who I am or what I promise but your help is needed."

"What? So you think I'll just run up and help you with out reason? How do I know you're not an outsider trying to ruin my island?" The hawk raises his brow as he circles the hooded monk.

Numen sighs as he snaps his fingers showing an image of Azima. "You know what this is right, bird?"

Hiero lowers his weapon and stares at the planet. "That.. That's the globe that Ridas used to own.. If I'm correct, that's a representation of this world?"

Numen nods, he then shows the planet getting split appart by a creature of unimaginable power. "That is the future of this planet. A figure of unimaginable power.. Is coming. He's coming to destroy this planet and I must assemble a group of heroes to take that beast down. I need you to retrieve me the Voice of Spirits.. An ancient relic that is known to be the heart of the world, of this very universe. Please, Hayden.. You are your planet's only hope."

Hiero looks to his side, contemplating whether or not what he's told is true. "What's your proof? How do I know this isn't a lie?"

Numen opens a window and points out to the sky. The monk focuses on a small purple star in the distance. "Do you see that? That is the beast, that is Malwrath. He is weak now, but he is gaining strength rather quickly. Hayden, I seek your help because I understand the passion you have towards your home. I would've chosen Ridas as the hero but he's long dead, you are his true disciple, the one student who has the potential to save all of the world. Not Tyrone, not anyone else. You've shown your abilities as a leader, you must save Azima. Do it not for the planet, but for your people."

Hiero loods down and takes a deep breath. "I wasn't going to take a break any way." He cracks stretches out and grabs his sword of Huo along with Igna-Tribu's flag and his scarf.

"I'm game, but I will not lead some army of people I don't even kn-.."

Numen nods as he places his two index fingers on the sides of the Hawk's head, knocking Hiero out cold.

Hiero would awake on a deserted beach with dying plantlife and a polluted ocean. He stands up, awaiting for Numen's return.