Jorn Darkmane
Jorn gives the man a basic explanation of the of trial he and the other Chosen Ones are partaking in; making especially clear that at this very moment, several of the participants are likely working tirelessly to bring an end to the entire human race. Disappointingly, this somehow doesn't seem to make the man any more hospitable toward the warlock.
"...Then I suggest you go and tell all of these other 'chosen' beings that they're not welcome around here, either. Now stop wasting my time and get moving."
The Moderator(s)
The Moderator shoves the soldier trying to hold him down aside, and hurriedly goes for the assault rifle laying nearby. Once the weapon is in hand, he stands up and empties the magazine on the approaching opposition.
Those soldiers that aren't killed or seriously injured scatter for cover, while the less fortunate of them lie bleeding on the floor a few meters in front of the Chosen One. It's quite an empowering feeling to single-handedly stave off an entire military squad on their own turf.(
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Understandably upset after watching his comrades get mercilessly gunned down by a seemingly invincible opponent, the soldier responsible for tackling the Chosen One only seconds ago rises to his feet, and attempts to wrest away the assault rifle.
Other-ModeratorOne of the soldiers smirks. "Alright, I think I got this one. But just to be sure...is she a prominent political figure?"
Taom
After grabbing a newspaper from the hotel lobby, the Chosen One heads out into town in search of a person or place willing to 'lend' him 100$. Shouldn't take too long, assuming he doesn't suffer from the same navigational problems he did when he first arrived in the settlement...
Zanzetkuken the Great
Ignoring all orders to drop his weapons and surrender, Zanzetkuken stands idly before his new adversaries; calmly waiting for the moment they decide to open fire. As soon as that moment arrives, the Chosen One makes use of his planeswalking abilities and suddenly appears behind the elite soldiers, causing them hold their fire and glance around. "Where is he...?"
The Planeswalker delivers a snappy one-liner in response the the soldier's inquiry, before continuing with his plan to beat them all into unconsciousness:
Zanzetkuken slightly underestimates the strength of his opponents at first, which results in a rather ineffective initial attack. With a second swifter and more focused strike to the head, he manages to stun the targeted soldier for a few seconds. Yet before the Chosen One can take advantage of the stunned soldier's vulnerability, he is grabbed by another member of the squad and slammed onto the ground with incredible force. It would seem that, true to its name, power armor does indeed make the wearer more powerful.
One of the other elite soldiers takes aim at the Chosen One with his laser rifle and fires at near-pointblank range. Of course, the shot fails to penetrate the darksteel armor, and instead ricochets off at the just the right angle to hit the soldier in his own leg.
Sir Havel the Unyielding
The shrinekeeper sighs. "Our troubles began more than a quarter of a century ago, when a young, disgruntled monk defected from the shrine and fled to a far off settlement...
Like several other of Her followers at the time, he had begun to doubt his faith. With Lunus' influence in the world waning more and more with each passing year, he felt that he was wasting his life by staying here, and one day, simply packed what he could and left without saying a word to anyone. Aware of the dangers that the surrounding land holds, we sent out others to search for him, but with no luck.
A couple of months after his departure it became apparent that, for reasons I doubt I'll ever know for certain, he had revealed this shrine's location to groups that cared little for our ways and teachings, and were instead only interested the sacred objects kept hidden here. We were soon being regularly accosted by thugs who demanded that we hand over our possessions and leave our haven. Each time we refused, and each time they came back more aggressive than the last.
Over time, fighting began to occur, and our skirmishes with these groups eventually escalated to the point that lives were being lost. Yet while they were always able to replenish their forces and come back even stronger than before, our numbers quickly dwindled down to near nothing...faced with total eradication, we brought all of our most precious artifacts down to this chamber, and over the course of the following days, hid passively while everything else in the shrine was taken from us.
Once they could find nothing left to steal, they stopped coming back, and it was at last safe for us to emerge from hiding. Sadly, however, the irreparable damage to our morale had already been done; after experiencing such hardships, my remaining brothers and sisters were no longer willing to serve a deity that they now felt had forsaken them. They decided that they too would defect, and set out to try and make a better life for themselves elsewhere; I even overheard planning to take a few of the saved artifacts with them to sell off once they relocated...
I had already witnessed firsthand the consequences of us abandoning our responsibilities in this world...I wasn't prepared to let this shrine be desecrated any more, and lose what little we had left. So...when the time finally arrived that they told me they were leaving...I stopped them."
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Topic: Slaves to DZA: God of Everything: Chapter I: The Chosen Ones: Day 2 (Read 93227 times)