They etched their flesh with shadowy tattoos, learning to fight alongside shrouded reflections of themselves. He then claimed the temple for himself, establishing his Order of Shadow, and began training his acolytes in the ways of darkness. The Kinkou, frozen with shock, fell in droves as Zed's warriors cut them down. In one hand, he grasped the box-and in the other, his freshly bloodied blade. Moments later, Zed emerged back onto the temple steps. The elderly man laid his weapons at Zed's feet, imploring his former pupil to renounce the shadows in favor of a more balanced path. Zed urged his followers to embrace the fervor of war, but soon enough he realized his own abilities would never match his ambitions without the black box.Īmassing his new acolytes, he returned to the Kinkou temple, where he was met by Kusho. Any soul who threatened his homeland, or stood idle in its defense, was marked for death without mercy-including native vastaya who wavered in their allegiance. Unbound by Kinkou doctrine, he raised a following of warriors to resist Noxus. When Kusho refused, Zed turned his back on the order that had raised him. Zed demanded the Kinkou strike at the Noxian invaders with every means at their disposal. He came face to face with Great Master Kusho. Shadows enveloped Zed's mind, feeding his bitterness with contempt for the weak, and hinting at an ancient, dark magic. Even though he knew it was forbidden to any but the masters of the order, he peered inside. In the temple's hidden catacombs, he discovered an ornate, black box. Zed refused to let lofty notions of balance stand in the way of punishing evil. He was haunted by the memories of Jhin's grisly murders, and rising tensions between Ionia and the imperialistic forces of Noxus only worsened his disillusionment. Returning to their temple, Zed's heart bloomed with resentment, and he began to struggle in his studies. The young Zed marched forward with his blades held high, but Kusho stopped him, ordering that Jhin be imprisoned instead. When they finally succeeded, the "demon" was revealed to be a mere man named Khada Jhin. In time, they journeyed together with their master to track down the infamous Golden Demon. In spite of this, the two pupils became like brothers. Though Zed's passion shone through in every technique he perfected, he lacked Shen's emotional balance. Even so, he felt overshadowed by another-his master's son, Shen. He dedicated himself to understanding the Kinkou's spiritual tenets, quickly outpacing his peers both in combat and study. Taken in by Great Master Kusho himself, Zed found his place within the temple's ancient walls. I confess to even printing out some of the material from this very blog to read “properly”.Zed's story began as a boy on the home of the Kinkou Order. But there’s nothing quite like the tangible feel of paper. I think the ease of access to alternative forms of entertainment or games and tv/streaming services which you can carry around in your pocket is also a big factor. I think though that the point Deptfordx made about computer games has definitely cannibalised the overall interactive immersive experience market which gamebooks obviously owned in the 80s. I wonder if you added up all the sales through the different channels whether sales of books generally are stable or rising/falling. To state the blindingly obvious I suppose the now ubiquity and ease of access of the internet and quality of screens, ereaders and tablets etc and the decline of delayed gratification all leads to online downloads of Ebooks and PDFs being a cheaper, quicker and easier distribution method.
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