Hisir Namedene
Hisir quietly exits the basement and does a quick sweep of the household in order to locate Shade and the fugitives. Once all of his companions are rounded up, the group sneaks unnoticed out the front door. Now if only all plans could go that smoothly...
Zanzetkuken the Great
Zanzetkuken skillfully manages to get in a couple precise slashes to an elite soldier's power armor without leaving himself too open to retaliation. And although most of the damage done to the armor ends up being largely superficial, it still serves to make a very important point to all nearby Black Maple forces; that the Chosen One's blade is capable of slicing through their advanced gear as if it were constructed of wet cardboard.
While this newly revealed fact causes the elite soldiers to be more wary of the Chosen One and thus keep their distance, it also causes them to call upon the help of a few other squads in the area. In a matter of seconds, the Planeswalker is completely surrounded.
The Moderator(s)
"What was that? It's hard to hear you through all that thick, bulletproof armor you're wearing." The soldier scoffs. Apparently having had enough chitchat, he then prepares to attack...
The soldier lunges ferociously at The Moderator, yet ends up missing completely when the Chosen One avoids the lunge with a simple sidestep. The soldier is thrown off balance by all of the force put behind his failed attack, and crashes to the ground. Though not before grabbing onto the Chosen One mid-fall and pulling him down as well.
The two spend the next couple minutes wrestling with each other on the floor. And while, luckily, the soldier loses hold of his knife in the scuffle, he eventually gains the upper hand, and yet again finds himself on top of The Moderator.
"Heh...guess I'll just have to kill you with my bare hands." The soldier murmurs, as he struggles to keep the Chosen One down long enough to remove his darksteel helmet.
Other-Moderator"Damn it! It seems so obvious now!" The soldier exclaims, as his comrades express their disappointment through facepalms and long-winded sighs.
Sir Havel the Unyielding
"I recall them setting up an encampment not far from here shortly after they had discovered our location, though I wouldn't expect it to still be inhabited after all this time. Not after they were unable find anything else to take from the shrine, at least.
Unfortunately, we never did figure out where it was they originally came from. Not that it matters all that much anymore...
I'm afraid that at this point, it's more than likely that everything they stole was sold off to private collectors and the like long ago, undoubtedly for only a small fraction of the sacred objects' true worth; I can't think of any reason why they would have gone through all the trouble of taking the items in the first place if not to make money from them."
With a defeated look in his eyes, the shrinekeeper continues. "I believe there is still much you can do in this world to help lift the followers of Lunus from these dark times, but none of it involves the recommissioning of this shrine. We abandoned the lunar goddess, and allowed Her holy temple to be defiled by greedy fools...I am all that remains of our shattered order, and fear that even my actions are beyond redemption. That is why I must ask you, noble warrior, to deliver the precious few artifacts still here to the archival shrine in Sri Lanka, and request of Lunus that She collapse this sacred structure, so that it may be returned to the Earth from which it came, and cleansed of its troubled history."
Jorn Darkmane
Jorn places the desired items back into the laundry bag, and peacefully sets out on the roughly one-and-a-half hour walk back to Gadsden...
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Topic: Slaves to DZA: God of Everything: Chapter I: The Chosen Ones: Day 2 (Read 93618 times)