There had been an eerie feeling in Tokuno for quite some time, many believed due to Serado the Awakened always being… awake. Unlike the other “champions” of the Facets, Serado had proven himself to be worthy of the title, as he and his forces defeated and drove adventurers back through the moongates to never return, afraid of a little challenge. The people of Tokuno suffered greatly because of this.
They believed themselves neglected and cursed, causing them to withdraw from meaningful interactions with the other Facets, inducing a state of numbness to their perception of reality. This allowed corruption to seep easily into their lives, becoming nothing more than another action towards an unnecessary means to no real end. Artifacts of Tokuno, be they greater or lesser, were gathering dust and accumulating like excess cargo on a ship.
“Much like this piece of flotsom!” she grumbled to herself. Due to budget reductions and petty politics, the “ship” was nothing more than a standard dragon ship, unable to carry even half of what was in the cargo hold, let alone on the deck as well. She cursed the one responsible for this, loathing every minute of his presence within her mind.
Unfortunately, the scroll carried the seal of the Imperial Minister of Trade and whether she like it or not, she would remain loyal to her superior, even though he had…“KAL VAS FLAM!!” The sea serpent wretched over and floated lifelessly in the sea, the waves from her ship crashed upon it, leaving more debris for Lag the Monster to clean.