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[h2][b]The Demigod of Secrets[/b][/h2]
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- Lazarus decides to leave Xerxes.
- He packs up a load of junk.
- He leaves, using 2 might and his portfolio to cover his tracks.
- This leaving is done at the dead of night.
- He heads westwards.
- He muses about not wanting to be a slave.
- 2 Might left.
- Decides to go to a valley.
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[center][h3]The Journal of the Blind Seeker[/h3][/center]

I think it's about time I left Xerxes. Too limiting here. I continue to feel more like a slave than a partner to Amartia. It's time I struck out on my own. Spent the day harvesting enough fruit to last a journey. Packed seeds to grow more. Might have to deal without the fruit until the seeds grow in wherever I go. The mountains might be nice, find a small valley. Strike out on my own there. Work on my machinations away from those who see me as naught but an asset or puppet.

I'll be leaving without telling Amartia, Less of a fight that way. I'll vanish into the night. Will cover up my trail just in case. Considering essential supplies. Have to assume my body requires mortal needs, so I must pack enough waterskins to keep me going until I find a river along my journey. Fruits should keep me awake, so there's no need for a shelter. Should I run out of fruit, I'll create a lean-to or some other form of shelter to rest in. Mountains may prove difficult to climb, may have to search for a mountain pass. Collapse it afterwards to avoid being followed.

From there I'll figure it out as I go. Will bring some various items of note with me that I might need for experiments. Will have to get in contact with Teknall for my machines. Can provide the blueprints, but not construct them.

I bid you farewell, Xerxes.

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Whispering the arcane words to lock the journal box, he slung it around his shoulder and hefted his pack. It was mostly fruit, but a number of waterskins hung off of it as well. In a satchel was some light experimental supplies. It was a shame he couldn't take the entire temple with him. He filled the room with divine energy, just in case Amartia got suspicious and went looking. Searching the temple would take time, and that would buy him what he needed to escape quietly. Next, his plan was to conceal his trail with all the power he could muster. This was important. Not being followed was an essential goal.

Then, in the dead of night, he set out. He kept quiet, sneaking about and avoiding any light. Should a witness sight him, they very well could tell Amartia. He wanted to get out of there with as little fuss as possible, and that meant not leaving a trail for another to follow. He'd harvest a few more trees for their fruit to avoid picking into his packed fruit to begin with, and then he would avoid the various villages of the countryside. With that, he set off westwards.

He strained himself, minimizing every last scrap of his trail. This meant going slowly, taking every precaution, down to avoiding footprints, and not rushing the cover-up of his divine energies. This would be a long journey, but it would be possible that he could speed up after he was out of the immediate vicinity. At least his arcane abilities assisted heavily in eliminating his tracks. And so on he marched, walking intently westwards. By the time daylight came, hopefully he would be well clear of Xerxes. It was too limiting a place. Not one he wanted to return to.

He could also hope that any of the various gods would not tell Amartia where he was going. That much was something he could only leave to fate. Something that was entirely unacceptable. He would need to focus on the detection device. Hopefully Vestec would keep his promise on assisting with that. Sure, a lack of one made life exciting, but he wasn't here to be excited. He was here because as a mortal he pursued power, and as a demigod he would continue to pursue power. But he wouldn't bend a knee to another person. He would sooner die than become a slave to another person. A reason he was leaving Xerxes.

His footsteps flattened the grass, and he had to continue whispering the words required to remove the flattening, restoring the grass to its former glory. The same with mud, and with sand. Leaving footprints was a beginner's mistake. He could've doubled over, but it was simply easier to use his inherent powers. So much easier than being a mortal, that much was sure. He imagined it would've been doubly so as a god. Only more reason to strive towards the next step.

He felt no regrets. It was time to set out on his own. To build his own laboratory. He needn't rely on another demigod for what he could do himself. Lest he become lazy, or dependent. Others, he felt, should've followed his beck and call. Not the other way around. Every journey began with a single step. He had taken that step, but another had tried to keep him in place. It was time to continue, one foot in front of the other.

One foot in front of the other.

Repeat.

Repeat.

He knew he would be doing this a long time. It was a necessity. He could speed up later, once he was out of the immediate danger zone. A valley, certainly, he thought. Making up his mind, he became hard set on going westwards. A valley would be hard to locate, sure, but that went both ways. A fertile one especially. He might need to bring in subjects. They wouldn't be able to live in a barren valley, nor would he be able to grow his fruit trees in said valley. It would take some time to find a good valley, but fortunately he packed. And especially fortunately he had strength and endurance that an average person would not have.

And so he marched on.