Coming to a Close! Porunga Here I Come! [DBH/Solo]

Three balls rested on the pedestal and three more were in the hands of the Changeling, things were coming together smoothly in Namorel's eyes and they were one ball away from acquiring the capabilities of summoning the Dragon of Dreams Porunga. Namorel was rather elated that the time was coming along for him to bring back the one he felt responsible for the death of. The prior Guru Gadulka passed before him time should have come and Namorel knew this well enough... so before anything the Namekian wanted to resolve that before any other matters were wished for by him or Sickle.

Namorel knew what Sickle wanted, something that was beyond his current limitations, a form that would put him on par with the other races until he could master his current suppressed states as Namorel had learned that they were. This was perfectly fine with Namorel, as the Namekian himself wanted to wish for some degree of security himself, for that his body could be pushed beyond its physical limitation and let him survive longer and push further without worrying about death so that he could work to protect Namek ceaselessly. These were the two other wishes that the collecting pair were set on and this is what Namorel was determined to accomplish for very soon.

He would step once more form the catacombs underneath the Guru's hut, making slow paced steps across the room and to the entrance to the hut itself. The bright lights of the triune of suns shone violently into the hut from this singular exit. It was a bright day, brighter than usual oddly enough. The Namekian would take the path down the cliff side, not intent to save any time on this particular day. He was waiting for the radar to pick up a ball for him, and until he heard much of anything he would go about his tasks as Guru.

As he made his way to the bottom of the towering rock that maintained his hut, the Namekian would make aim for the nearby Dragon Clan village, activity was brimming from the streets as the markets were lined and children were at play. Attention shifted to Namorel as he made his way between the huts and buildings, each of the villagers watching the acting Guru make his way around. Namorel would smile at the lot of them, letting them know all was well and he was simply out on a stroll to see how all was doing in the surrounding villages. In a matter of time the activity of all would start to resume to what it was prior, slowly encroaching into that buzz of life once again.

All seemed to be well enough in the other villages too, the Namekian receiving similar attention as he had in the prior village in the others. Their buzz fading and returning at form once more as he reassured him he was not there with bad news of any sort. Namorel picked up a small bag of fruits in the Warrior Clan market, taking one from it and stowing it away on his back as he then launched himself into the air, he wanted to check in on one of the frontier villages... the one that he had left so long ago. It would be quite the flight, soaring over the azure landscape for hours and hours, swooping through rock formations, some which still retained the fortifications of battles long over.

He would drop to the ground ten yards from the village edge, making sure to greet the guardsmen, both or which saluted to the Guru, word seemed to have reached the frontier without issue. Namorel's steps were still slow as he made pace to the village center where the next generation were training, pulling the bag from his back, he gave the fruits to the children, who all seemed elated to have a mid training snack. Namorel, however, did have business here as compared to the other villagers. Making his way to the hut of the acting village commander, he had them fill him in on the situation with the Dark Clan on the frontier.

All seemed to be going smoothly enough, but Namorel was still worried. Would he have the time he needed to get his wishes and secure further safety of Namek? These were thoughts that bothered Namorel to no end and he hoped, hoped that he would have the time and ability to get done what he needed before an all out war started on Namek... something he wanted to prevent if he could help it with his infrastructural plans for the planet. To unify the villages and form proper cities on the planet, each as a bastion of safety and development... the cornerstone of the developing planet and to show that Namek was not some backwater world in space that other empires could toy with.

With the information he needed acquired from the village leader, Namorel would repeat this process step by step until he had been to each village and heard their take on the current status of matters. Most seemed well on each front, almost as if the Dark Clan had gone into some manner of hiding for the time being. Satisfied with what he had learned from each village and making sure all was well among them, Namorel began to prepare himself for his trip back to the hut when his radar started going wild. The machine was beeping and one glance at it would reveal that there was indeed a Dragon Ball nearby, perhaps this would be the last one that Namorel and Sickle needed to complete their set and make the wishes they needed.

Launching himself into the sky, radar in hand and determination across his brow, Namorel was ready to get the final ball. Heading due east at a break neck pace, the Namekian flared his ki violently to let others know that he was coming and he meant business with what was there.

Namorel
Namekian
PL: 47,177
Trans:
Improved Power [x10]
PL: 117,940
WC: 1,001
WC: 1,001
TWC: 1,001
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 11,794