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Forsaking the Warrior IV; Polemistis - Thread VIII
Topic Started: Apr 10 2013, 10:33 PM (98 Views)
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(( Continued from: http://w11.zetaboards.com/The_Eternal_Game_RPG/topic/8664925/3/#new ))

The Lykos Kinsman trudged towards the banks of the river, his journey draining him of energy quick. He shuffled his feet slowly, dragging up soil in the trails which it created. Suddenly the bank of the river came into view.

Finally, water! Praise the Gods for the kindness they delivered after this harsh, and mournful existence!

Polemistis strafed towards the water in his black and silver detailed Type-33 GML/E Combat Harness as he reached the shore, stomping his feet into the water as it shattered like glass underneath him. He had found water, a source which would nurse him until he could revive his strength again.

A good home.

He quickly cupped a scoop of water in his left hand, raising it up to his mandibles as he tilted his head back; the water funneling into his mouth as a feeling so satisfaction washed over him like the fast-moving river which ran under his feet. He then cupped more water, rinsing his Combat Harness's Protosteel Plating as the stains of his own purple blood washed out.

A feeling of relief rang over his right arm as well, the tenseness in the muscles relaxing as he then dressed his chest wound with the remarkable substance with the same effect.

After many long minutes of tending to his needs in the water, he returned to the shore—finding stocked shelter under the hefty branches in the oaks which scattered around the basin. He crawled into one, (short for his size, but the largest one) as he relaxed.

He watched the sun which raised higher and higher into the morning sky, as he let the events of dawn dwindle through his mind. He escaped the Toa, Skakdi, and the Vortixx late in the night to avoid allowing his mental decay to worsen—traveling across the Grasslands early in the night as he caught sight of two other beings.

An Initiator and a Makuta...

He was rather surprised, his own God's in the Arena, but he avoided approaching the Initiator as he knew it would show disrespect. He knew his sessions well...

He then closed his eyes, carelessly—as he allowed rest to take him, ignoring the screams which rang through his conscious; either being pain or his own mental decay.

It was the only rest he received in days... and he savored it...
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The Lykos Kinsman awoke, the rain pounding against the ground violently—much to his annoyance, but he knew he could not stop the force. He then turned to examine his Type-33 GML/E Combat Harnesses forearms, examining the removed components of his dual T-7 E/W Knives, which would have been of good use to the Lykos if they had not been removed.

Instead, he examined the details of the Combat Scales which covered his body, and what attached the suit to the body of the subject. The technology which would have been capable of turning him invisible, strengthing the endurance of the subject, and gave him an adrinline boost had been removed. This annoyed him greatly, and with his Plasma Core requiring a charge soon—he would have to remove the component.

He was unarmed, injured, and otherwise weak against any opponent—bothering him to the extent of anger.

Kvar, what has happened to you? he asked himself, already knowing the answer...

I, Kvar 'Ravah-Neota: dismissed my own honor, allowed my Paketo to die, falling victim to the horrendous ways of the Brotherhood, hurting myself more by joining the Order...

I had to hide my true identity, knowing the Order would execute me if they knew who I truly was... I threw away the remaining crumbs of my honor by denying my own heritage... all the Lykos's did...

And now that I am defying my morals further by being forced to kill these people who in their time had wronged me not...


The Lykos slouched down, shedding his first tear in the Arena... his first tear in decades...

Who am I? he asked himself, a monster or a hero?
Edited by FireDrag1091, Apr 11 2013, 11:34 PM.
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Polemistis watched the river run in front of himself as the rain continued to pour. His shelter was continuing to allow the rain to pass through the roof of his shelter—much to his disturbance as he was in a rather solemn mood. He felt rather down, realizing that he was breaking his own morals ever second that he lived, every moment he denied his own honor.

It was too much for him.

He had never contemplated suicide, but at this moment it felt as if it was the most reasonable thing to do, it would restore his honor, give him new life... it seemed as if the benefits outweighed the consequences. He had nothing to live for, nobody considered him a friend or an ally—and all around his presence aggrivates even the smallest of creatures.

He looked at his right hand, examining the physical tears left by his own mistakes. It was so clear, he was already killing himself... slowly, painfully...

Suddenly, a loud splash just a couple meters away caught his attention—as he crawled out of his shelter. It was too large to be a regular fish, the vibrations resembled something else...

Someone else...

The shape which made the vibrations was very clearly a being... and someone he knew, someone who he rescued from the cold grip of death.

Niha...

As quick as a flash of light—he was off, traveling upstream to the scene, and something caught him off guard...

His God was killing the Toa...

(( Continued in: http://w11.zetaboards.com/The_Eternal_Game_RPG/topic/8704601/2/#new ))
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