Ixion prowled the lands.
In Qubel, the farmers and villagers gave him sullen, expressionless glances before shrugging and returning to their mundane activities. As if to say to themselves - another adventurer. Another wanderer of the roads, a hunter of beasts, prone to delusion and mad hopes.
Fools! They were the deluded ones.
One day they would learn. He would find the secret weapons, and train up his abilities. And while they were tilling the earth and paying taxes to their leering liege-lords, he would be doing acts of unspeakable might. He would unleash anguish and death upon the whole of the world!
But for now, the thing called Ixion had to wear his human skin, waiting until the dark powers within him could grow and burst forth.
