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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
10/3/2015 8:51:28 PM
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"Oh really? Who may I ask were you around?" He began to circle her and write in a journal that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
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"Let's see.... A fallen guardian..... A cabal guardian...... My clients....... My lover...... Sometimes the vanguard...... That's all I can remember right now."
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He finally stopped walking around her and started sketching her. "Interesting. And why are you here. Is it to stop that tomb ship that just left?"
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"A client wanted Intel about what was going on, so he hired me."
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His eye's locked on her wound and he put away the journal and began pulling out salves and bandages. "Sit." He told her.
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[b]xerox sits down while looking at the cut, it was deep and long[/b]
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He took out a canteen of water and gently poured it over the wound. After mopping up any water left he applied a salve in and around the wound. He stitched up the gash and finally wrapped bandages around her arm.
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"Thanks for the help, now..... I need to warn the city about what has happened."
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"Ok you do that and I'll follow that ship." With that he turned and started walking back to my ship.
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"Be careful, the person who was commanding the hive was a guardian.."
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He stopped in his tracks and without turning he asked. "Was his name Grixis?"
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"I think, that's what the two knights that I fought called him."
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He continued again and this time with anger in every step. Void energy blackened the imidate area around him and left a dark trail in his wake.
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"Damn.... This guy must be pretty bad if just his name sparks anger in people..."
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The Warlock stomped up the ramp of his ship and took off to where the tomb ship exited. There was still some minor fluctuations from their warp drives and plugged in the corrdinants and engaged his own warp drive.
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[b]xerox got on her ship and heads to the city, she had to warn them about the coming storm[/b]
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On the ride there the Warlock took off his armor and gear and went to sleep on his bunk. When he did fall asleep he dreamed of Grixis. He killed his team and family with no mercy.
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[b]xerox establishes a comm link with him so they can work together to kill the dark guardian[/b]
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A soft beeping woke him up and he looked at the console. He had almost arrived at where Grixis exited. At the thought of him he clenched his fists. He opened the link to the female knight. "I've almost arrived. Did you warn the City?"
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"Yup, I hope that they will take up arms, the last thing they need is two gods attacking them at once."
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Edited by Zalamiir: 10/4/2015 5:28:23 AMGrixis was once again standing on the platform outside of the bridge at the front of the Cruiser in the open void of space. He couldn't wait to be back aboard the Dreadnaught again. The thoughts of returning the Ahamkara back into the realm of the living was at the forefront of his mind. The amount of devastation it would do was unfathomable. He glanced to his left to look at Molkir. She hid her emotions well, but he knew she was thinking about the same thing he was. Their thoughts were interrupted however at the sound of footsteps. Some that sounded small, and one that sounded large. He looked over his shoulder to look back at the interior of the bridge to see who approached them. He was pleased to see that it was his Blades. And this time [i]all[/i] of them. There was Men'kaar and Calvik on the left and right. In the middle of the two however, was Vôlik-Dal. He was an excellent swordsman and a remarkable leader. He could see weaknesses on both singular and multiple enemies that most would have missed. Grixis considered him to be a perfect balance of Men'kaar and Calvik. His speed was not as great as Men'kaar's, nor his strength as good as Calvik's. But he was still far superior to that of any Hive Knight. His sword's blade was made of pure Solar energy. And then at the back of the group, towering over them all, was Stronix, the Fanatic of Alak-Hul. As the name implied, he was the exact image of that traitor. He was the same size, he wore the same armor, and wielded the same ax as he once did. If Grixis didn't know any better, he would have sworn that the gear [i]did[/i] belong to the Dark Blade. Oh well. They all joined the two of them on the platform outside where they first kneeled and said their 'my liege' greetings. Vôlik-Dal was the first to break the silence. [i]"Is it time?"[/i] "It is time," he responded. He looked at Molkir, who was now anxiously looking at him. "Give the word," he said Without hesitance, she entered the bridge, and gave a shrieking call to the collection of Wizards. [i]"At last,"[/i] Men'kaar said. In no time at all, the space in front of them opened up into a massive black and green portal. The Cruiser accelerated it's speed and into the portal. The moment they passed through the threshold, the portal shut closed behind them.
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Just seconds after they left the Guardian's ship entered the same space the cruiser once was. "Dang it! We just missed them!" Frustrated he opened the com channel with the knight. "I just missed them. Any idea where they would go now?"
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"I think I know, there is another dreadnaught orbiting Jupiter, that might be where they went."
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"Great. Can I expect that you are trying to catch up to me?"
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"Yup, my sword is sharpened and ready for combat."
