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| Mercinus3 | Feb 23 2009, 04:22 PM Post #41 |
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The English Kitty Ninja
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Mercinus’ eyes were streaming from the pain, though there was more to his tears than the pain. He did not want to die. Not while he still had a life with Sindra, especially after the bond between them had grown so strong. He managed to feel his body being picked up, and his armour being removed, though the pain had wracked his body, unable for him to move. He was unable to hear anything from his ears, as his speeding heart was the only thing that he could hear. He thought back to what the prophet had just said. Is this what he meant? Am I the one who is going to fall? Another stabbing pain shot up his side, which had forced the mercenary to cry out in pain. He felt metal scraping metal, which had caused his agony to deepen. After a few minutes, the pain started to recede slowly, as the bullet that was inside him was removed from his body. It was when he started to feel the cold where his wound was did he realize who his healer was. The pain had slowly disappeared, and faded into another memory, and one that he would remember for the rest of his life. He felt the bandages being wrapped around his body, which was good news to the mercenary. Soon, a few minutes had passed, and his body was lifted up, and he felt the soothing warmth from his lover’s lap. Sindra’s words was the first thing that he could hear after the ordeal. "My love, would it be too much to ask that you stop getting hurt?" He tried to laugh, but the pain had caused him to wince, and prevent that laughter from coming out. His breathing was still rasping, though it was slowly getting back to normal. His eyes had cracked open, just to see the pain that was in her eyes. "I cannot bear to see you suffer." “I would…” He had started speaking, though the pain had caused him to weaken severely. Had the bullet gone 2 inches towards his right, then he would have lost the feeling to his legs. “… be more… careful… if it wasn’t for the fact… that I did not expect… an attack against anyone… I will try… and make sure I won’t… get hurt… in the future…” A smile crept across his face, though there was pain still within his face. “I don’t… want to see you… suffer as well… It was… bad enough for you to be… nearly killed… by our betrayer…” Slowly, he raised an arm, and touched her face. “I don’t… want to… lose you, my love…” After several minutes of being together, he lowered his arm, and tried to get up. He attempted several time to sit up, as the dull pain prevented him from getting up. Eventually, he managed to get back up onto his feet. A silver cloud had appeared in front of the group again, and Menza walked out of it. ”It seems that I have misjudged the scientist. And for that… I apologize.” The only thing that was running through Mercinus’ mind was the fact that he wanted him to suffer. Why hadn’t this prophet told them about the ordeal that he had to endure. It was bad enough to see Sindra nearly dying in his own eyes, with thanks to the now-deceased Drægar. Knowing that his claymore was going to be too heavy for him to carry, he upholstered his pistol, and fired. It had hit the prophet dead centre of his head, though he did not fall back. ”Although it was a great shot, and it should have killed a normal being outright, it is nothing more than a waste of gunpowder. Menza had tilted his head to the side, and the bullet had dropped out of his ear. Mercinus’ eyes widened. ”I know… you are surprised that I am still alive, after the fatal shot that you had pulled off. That’s what happens when you had survived the full might of the Dark Ancient, and had to find a way to keep your body alive. Though immortality is a great gift for anyone to receive, it is also a heavy burden, and it’s very hard for one to achieve this state. I, among a few others, would have to deal with this state forever. Though, there is only one weakness that I have to fear, for it is the only thing that would harm me. I shall not reveal it, for some people in this group would want to try and kill me for what has happened to you, Descendant.” Mercinus had holstered the pistol, and walked up to the prophet. “Why didn’t you tell us that I was going to suffer from something?” Although he tried to roar out the question, the numbing pain had prevented him from speaking louder than a rasping whisper. ”If I had told you about the oncoming shot, would you have gotten ready for the attack? There is some things in this world that you can’t change, and that is the path that lies ahead of you. If I had wanted to, I could tell you what would happen in the battle near Conuence, but that is something that I can’t say. However, due to the fact that you are injured, and you are possibly unable to fight as well as you would wish, I would assist you in the battle that is yet to come. Though I wasn’t planning on revealing who I am until we have met in Galbeez, the only thing that you should call me is Menza." Mercinus had thought about what the prophet, who had called himself Menza, had said. He sighed, and knew that he was right. If he had revealed that the mercenary was going to get shot, then he would have prepared for the inevitable, and endure it. However, it was the unknown attack that has now disabled him from fighting this battle that the prophet has said was going to take place. Perhaps Menza was right. Mercinus should sit this battle out, and only join in if Sindra was in serious trouble. ------------------------------------------ Inside the forest, just after Mercinus had been hit by the bullet from Hunter, MZ5205 gasped, and fell to his knees, clutching his side. Shocked by this outcome, the scientist had rushed to his side, and asked what was wrong. The ‘project’ didn’t need to say anything, since she had figured out what was wrong. ”It seems that you are not completely separate from the person who is in your rightful place. I should have seen this coming… though it doesn’t matter. You can still fight against the group, though you’ll have to fight them one at a time.” She had noticed that the ex-mercenary had arrived to where they were, and was shocked. ”It seems that you’re on your own during this fight. MZ is capable enough to fight a large group at a time. Not when Mercinus is still alive, and the unknown bond that is between them is still there.” Hunter cursed, but he didn’t care. He was going to end Mercinus’ life. One way or another. Edited by Mercinus3, Feb 23 2009, 04:23 PM.
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| Oracle | Feb 24 2009, 01:41 AM Post #42 |
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Though Mercinus' words brought joy to her heart, they also brought great pain. As she tenderly wiped the moisture from his cheeks, hers tears also continued to flow. She whispered softly back to him, afraid if she spoke louder her voice would crack. "I had no idea loving someone could be this painful, yet I would not trade a moment of loving you Mercinus. Now, I know you are not a man to lay about, and idle the day away. So let us see if we can get you standing?" She sniffled mightily, plastered a smile meant only for him on her face, and did her best to get him upright. Brodin simply did everything his sister asked of him. As he watched he realised Mercinus could not be in better hands. But strange conflicting emotions arose as she began to cradle him and talk of love. He just could not imaging Sindra, his wild arrogant sister, submissive to a man. Yet the two of them truly seemed dedicated to each other. He hadn't met a woman to even come close to melting the arctic recesses of his own heart. He would probably die a bitter old mercenary, far from home and hearth. His attention was broken by the sound of an almost musical voice. "Greetings, I am Alyre Seerwater, Change Elf of the Garresch Rainforest Fade Leaf clan. I'm glad to make your acquaintance, and am sorry if my appearance has caused you any trouble. May I know to whom I have the honour of speaking?" His crystal blue eyes gazed down recognizing the woman who had annoyed Sindra. Poor thing, he thought, and smiled back at her greeting. Her neck was craned awkwardly to look up at his six foot frame. He stepped back just enough to ease the angle, and bowed slightly from the waist." It is my pleasure to meet you miss Alyre. I am Brodin Bane of Galacteo, brother of Sindra." His head tilted toward his sister. Noticing Alyre's discomfort in the sun, he assured her that it would become more endurable as she was exposed to it. He himself had thought for a certainty it would be his death. Now almost six years later he hardly noticed it any more. "What brings you north? If I may be so bold as to pry? Elves are usually an elusive species? I had not thought to see one north of Terrubane." Mercinus staggered to his feet, and the following moment he was shooting at the silver man they had just recently encountered. The bullet had no effect. He didn't seem to be of their realm, nor playing by the rules of nature. It was all very strange. He was here to tell without telling, and help without helping. Did it really make any difference that he was here at all? Out of the corner of her eye she saw her brother talking to the Elf girl, and a rueful look of regret squinted her brows. She would have to make it a point to apologise to her. She should not have been so brusque. Then her lip quirked slightly at her brothers attempt to engage her in conversation. She and Brodin were misfits to be sure. She turned her attention back in time to hear the man say he was known as Menza. So, there were more battles coming before they ever reached Conuence. Something in the forest just ahead of them. Something important enough that they needed to be warned by an immortal. How she longed for a quiet time to rest, and just exist with Mercinus. If it came, it appeared it would not be any time soon. Edited by Oracle, Feb 24 2009, 01:45 AM.
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| Dark Jack | Feb 24 2009, 02:21 AM Post #43 |
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Not even Gerald's best verbal abilities nor his great comprehensive properties could help him to understand what in blazes Jey was talking about, mostly because of the way she said it rather than what she said. He just stared at her, completely confused, as he tried to make sense out of the apparently meaningless babble she had just let out in a steady flow. Galangdei was to Meryc like Gerald's crown was to him, because Galangdei always was in the hands of Jey, and Jey confirmed that Galangdei and her never parted ways but always were together. So, perhaps the point of all the babble was that Meryc was in fact the soul of someone else... probably this Meryc-person... that had somehow been trapped inside of Jey? And Galangdei was simply used as a referral to Jey, because she never let go of the sword? Gerald was not sure, it really did not make any sense to him. This was most definitely the hardest person Gerald had been forced to talk with during his long life - even the mob that had tied him to a stake and tried to burn him - and succeeded, not that it made much difference, since Gerald just climbed off the stake once the flames burned over the ropes that held him there - had been easier to talk to, in a certain sense. But instead of losing himself in wondering about things he might never truly understand because it only made sense in the head of this raving lunatic, Gerald turned the subject back to what interested him the most - getting the Forsaken Weapons from the odd group he had been following earlier. "Meryc and I certainly are dwarfed in the means of sanity by that of yours, Jey," he said as flattering as a living skeleton can, "But nevertheless, I fear that Meryc is correct. If I lose my crown, I will, err... go swoo-oosh? Anyways, I will stop moving until someone put the crown back on my head. That is why I think it would be better if you painted with the people, and I stood back and painted from a little further away, yes?" |
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| Teslyn | Feb 24 2009, 06:40 AM Post #44 |
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"Oh, yes," Jey agreed, "That is quite a loveerlylovely idea -- 'Cause we don't want GeraldRiver-whowantstheworld to go -- swoosh! Intoapile of ashes ashes we all fall down. Very, very goodidea," Jey repeated, so Meryc could hear. Meryc heard, but disagreed, but he didn't matter because he was sososo insane that sometimes Jey had no idea what Meryc was talking about -- like right now, Meryc kept saying don'ttrustdon'ttrustdon'ttrustjeydarlingdon'tdon'tdon't and Jey didn't now what he was saying, clearly 'cause he was sososo insane. Her mind was quick to latch onto something shinier - metaphorically, sort of - and -- "Flames. Swoosh! Roar!" Jey said, waving her free hand up on the air in an abstract miming of rising flames. "Did it hurt -- all burnedup, I burned myself once - on accident - and it hurt lots more than anything else - but you're alive - flames. swoosh! roar! -- when do I go to paint?" |
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| Dark Jack | Feb 24 2009, 11:33 AM Post #45 |
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"I'm alive, and it did hurt," Gerald responded bluntly when Jey ignorably referred to his transendance to lichdom, "As for painting, let us go and see if the people are, uh, ready to be painted yet. They should be back in that direction." He pointed with a bony index finger in the direction he had last seen the group with the impressive mana and the Forsaken Weapons, and at the thought of obtaining such power, he nearly got so eager that he lost control of his staff, the wooden shaft starting to shift in his grip once again and the malachite emitting a soft glow as his mana coursed through it. It was only through great effort and self-control that he managed to control his mana again and keep it inside his body. "When they are ready to be painted, and you are ready to paint, you are free to begin," he told her, starting to move back through the plains, in the direction he had just come from when he had tried to escape from the group he was stalking and Jey the stalker, "If it seems you need help, I will step in. Oh, and if you, err, paint any of them so much that they stop moving, I can make them move again and help us paint with the others. That might be useful." |
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| Teslyn | Feb 24 2009, 12:28 PM Post #46 |
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"Silly GeraldRiver-whowantstheworld!I never paint 'til they're not moving! 'Cause sometimes they get up and try to run away and it's sososo annoying. Like that one time when the plant-man, oh he is far from the only person, did something and it was just vicious, that I suppose he had a perfectly good reason - but it works much easier when they aren't moving." She nodded and turned before she hopped a skip-step, miming moving around too much, before throwing up her free hand again and shouting, "Bam!" Stopping, she spun on her heels to face the man-really not a man again, and tilted her head as she queried innocently, "See, stalker-man?" Just in case he wasn't sure who she was talking to, Jey crouched down and hopped around, doing her best impression of 'stalking'. Waving Galangdei in the general direction of in front of her, to stand for the group Stalker-really-not-a-man had been following, she pointed to herself with her open hand. "Stalker-really-not-a-man," she explained. "Right? Do we paint now - or do play Stalk-er and wait?" Edited by Teslyn, Feb 25 2009, 05:38 PM.
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| Shienvien | Feb 24 2009, 03:46 PM Post #47 |
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I want, I can, I do
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Username: Here I go by the name Shienvien (Shien) Arechiarnaw. Arechiar. Arech. That was he. Because at the moment, 'he' he was. He never knew what he was later. He might not be 'he' a few hours later. He might not be it only a minute later. He might be another gender, he might be twice as large, he might be a creature not even similar to what he was now... He only could use the fact that he could by no means turn into a rock or tree to calm himself down, as at least this far, his changes had been limited to living and moving things, in a certain (and rather wide) range. And lived he had a lot. 284 years to be precise. He reared himself up on his two hind feet as at the moment, he was a bipedal creature, and he had been lying down- because he had been sleeping. He rarely did that, as he actually needed no sleep. He knew most of the creatures around did. He didn't. He didn't also know why he didn't need to sleep, as he only knew he didn't need to do it. Maybe it was connected to his near-constant, spontaneous shapeshifting he knew no reason for. -It was just part of being the being he was. Usually he only slept when he had nothing better to do. Which was really a rather subjective thing by itself. Something better, that was. It acted on impulses, if someone was ever going to ask why it chose one course of action or another, he would be unable to explain. He didn't know. He didn't think over such things. It just did. He turned his head towards where the sun was placed in the open blue sky. Yes. He has time. He has always as much time as he needed. He moved on, his at the moment rather heavy body towering at three meters as he moved forward leaving behind, in the rocky soil, a trail of large, long foot-markings with deep scratches near one end. He had claws now. Odd. He didn't remember having those when he fell asleep. He had changed again. Not much, but he had. He could not control the changes that overwhelmed his body, no. Those just happened. Sometimes those were useful, when those made him stronger, sometimes not. Sometimes those turned him into something relatively small and weak. Sometimes not. Sometimes he was strong. He strode forward, quickening his pace. He didn't know where he was going. He just went. He wanted to go- somewhere. He didn't know where. But he went. He had to go somewhere, because of the mere fact that he wanted to go somewhere. Arechiarnaw stopped suddenly, as he seemed to hear... Sounds. He waited to hear more but his hearing had dulled again, leaving him wondering over the source of the heard sounds. He stood for a while, motionless, as he hoped the sharp hearing would return. It didn't. He turned, not towards the sounds, but in the opposite direction. He didn't know why, because of the mere reason he didn't think over it. Of course he was completely capable of reasonable thinking when he wanted to, but sometimes it just didn't seem the thing to bother himself, herself, itself or whatever he was at the moment, with that. Sometimes he did, when he thought he needed it, or wanted to do that. Thinking. They called it thinking. He called it thinking. So it was. He bowed down as he moved through the trees, which now were on his way. He was too tall and large right now to move through the foliage with ease. He had to break or crush several of the smaller and weaker plants in order to pass, or even take a way round the larger ones in his way. There was no use in wishing his body to change when he wanted or needed that. It just did it and he was too used to it to question it. It had always been so. As long as he remembered. As long as he had lived. He was. He did. He changed. Spontaneously. He never stopped to figure whether what he did was really reasonable or not. He felt that the thick green mass on his way had began to thin. Good. This means he'll soon be out of this all. A little more space for his large body, if it still is large then, of course. He soon realized that his current senses hadn't lied. The thick foliage was indeed backing down. He was closing to an open area. Already the sun was piercing the forest ceiling, letting few golden rays to hit the ground. Again sun. It was always there. And at least on cloudless days he could see it being there, somewhere up in the blue or not so blue sky. Sometimes the sky was gray. Because of the fact his eyesight and other senses changes as well as the rest of his body. But he could cope temporal colorblindness, especially when it gave him excellent night-vision in return, which it sometimes did. But sometimes he was plain blind, which he didn't like, even when he had other senses to fill the gap. Now he saw. In all colors humans could see. Sometimes he could even see in more. He changed his direction again, towards the place where the plants seemed to be placed the thinnest. He was now going almost back to where he had started but he didn't care. His move now were quicker, his motions more fluid, his body appeared slightly lighter... But he didn't notice it. Those were only the minor changes. those didn't affect him much. Those only had a little effect on his behavior. If any. Arachiarnaw came to a halt. More sun? He turned his head, inspecting the outer edges of his range of sight. Yes. Plains. He spun around and run. Run for it, not from it. It wanted to be... There. He was soon on the outer edge of the green. Plains. That was what those were. He darted forward. Suddenly, he was standing at one place again. Motionless. For a moment he sensed. And then he ran again. Soon, an unknown force began to bend him down as he ran. Those which had been fingers this far curving and hardening as they formed into powerful claws. Its head prolonged, it's teeth which had resembled long, thin blades this far retreated, remaining only as small fangs. It was now completely running on all fours, as any other quadrupedal lifeform, which it only moments ago had not been. Now it was. And it ran. Ran maybe three or four times as fast as a horse could. When its body gives it an advantage it uses it. Fully. And so it moved, as fast as this shape he had just shifted into, allowed. And it was indeed fast. So it ran, intending to get as far as he could from the place he had been in and as close to the undefined destination as it could, in the unknown time that was given to it. Only time seemed to change it, as 'it' it now was. No longer he. It couldn't tell what it exactly was at the moment. It seldom could. Because it was the Changer of the unknown race, the shapeshifter... It was Arechiarnaw. Arech. This was all it was. It was nothing more. It was nothing less. It was not the only one of its kind, no, it had seen others alike, even if they were rare. There would never been many like it was. They were rare. They remained that. But they will never disappear to nothingness either. It raised the wings it hadn't had only moments before. Not even when it started to run had it had those. but now it did. It had wings. It tore itself free of the ground, it ripped itself off the ground. No longer it touched the ground. It only leaned on thin air, which now seemed to be even thicker than water had ever been for it. It now was an avian being. It didn't know which one, as the creature it now was had no name in any language. Because there simply was no other like that. It flew. For hours it flew. Fast. Because it could. This was the only reason it knew. It didn't think over things it did. It never did. It just did. Because it could. And therefore it had to. Only because it could and wanted to it had to do things. It didn't know what drove it. Those were no more than flickering decisions in his head, making it take one way or another. Impulses. That they were. Its thoughts. Decisions. The things that made it to move. To search. To find. To live. Slowly, the air seemed to lose it's thickness. It was changing again. It left itself drop, opening the wings when it was still a mentionably higher from the ground. It glided to ground, as well as it could with its wings in the middle of the change. It still came down rather hard. It's changing, and doing it faster as its place in relation to the ground was no longer life-threatening to earthbound creatures. She got up. She was a some kind of humanoid. She wasn't hurt from the fall. Good. But the changes themselves never caused injuries, or were painful. Just... Uncomfortable. When they came in the middle of the fight. Or at some other inconvenient time. The changes seemed to know where she was, but they didn't seem to know what she thought or did. Yet these were not the places what triggered the changes. She had tried it before. Same places didn't mean same, or even similar changes. The most she now reminded an elf, with her long, black hair and emerald eyes, fair skin and otherwise elven contures. And she had clothes, which were actually part of her, as she hadn't had those before. Those had formed straight out of her very body. She generally didn't like humanoid shapes. Those left her literally unarmed. In that case, she could only hope that she would have better natural equipment by the time a fight came. Or at least, she could get the chance to flee. Or that she would change after being confronted with the enemy. So she could still fight. As she won't let herself be killed at once. As she had to live. Otherwise she could not fill her purpose. Which was doing what she did. Nothing more. Nothing less. Sounds. Again sounds. This time, she ran towards those. And towards those who made the sounds. Because there were others. Other figures. She had to go there. They were talking. That she heard. Edited by Shienvien, Feb 26 2009, 08:57 AM.
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A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence. -When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will. -I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies. -There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions. -The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right. -Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will. -I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it. -I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do. | |
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| Dark Jack | Feb 26 2009, 04:16 AM Post #48 |
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Although Gerald knew that being a lich made him impervious to most attacks on his person, since his bones could merely be reattached to his body or, if necessary, replaced by another bone infused with his essence, and that he could never be contamined with any known disease and that he would never age - in short, made him immortal - although he knew all of that, the first phrase that came to mind as he watched Jey/Meryc start jumping around like a moron were still the same. She's killing me... "We will first go closer and have a look to see what they are doing, and if they seem vulnerable, we can attack," he told her with a deep sigh - which really just was for the sake of sighing, since the air just whistled out from between his ribs anyways, with no lungs to be contained in, "If they look like they are still aware and nervous after they noticed me just before, we will follow them until they seem like they would be easy to... paint." |
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| Teslyn | Feb 26 2009, 06:39 AM Post #49 |
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W&W - waiting and watching were more Meryc's idea of fun than Jey's, and Jey didn't like W&W -- it was too much waiting and too much watching and not enough doing and everyone and their mothers knew that Jey was just no good at not-doing. But this was GeraldRiver-whowantstheworld's plan, and group had his Galangdeis, so she knew that she should probably do what GeraldRiver-who-wantstheworld wanted to do -- but she couldn't do it, so she looked up the sky turned red. "Righty-o!" she said, marching around in a circle and intending to do so until Gerald actually decided to lead them in a direction. She managed to keep on circling for a grand total of three seconds before she stopped, shook her head, and then gave a noncommittal little shrug that was an apology to Jey. "Can't do this," Meryc told Jey. "I'm not... sane enough. Yes - that's it. We can't keep doing this, Jey. I have a headache." Meryc blinked at Gerald, as if seeing him for the first time, before sighing and explaining, "Jey hates waiting. So she thought the insane might like some insane company." Edited by Teslyn, Feb 27 2009, 08:53 AM.
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| Mercinus3 | Feb 26 2009, 01:13 PM Post #50 |
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The English Kitty Ninja
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Mercinus turned around, and faced the group. “I guess that we have two options. We either can go and confront this mysterious force within the woods, and one of us dies. Or… we can try an head towards Galbeez, and try to get some supplies before…” He felt a hand from Menza touch his shoulder. Mercinus turned around, and glared at the prophet. “I don’t have time for you to lecture me on what to do or not, Menza. We’re having a vote on what we shall do about the threat that is before us…” The only thing that he had received from the prophet, was a dead serious glare back. Before the immortal had opened his mouth, the mercenary knew what he was about to say. ”You know that choosing what options this group should take is out of the question, Descendant. I know for the fact that the majority of the group is going to vote for fighting the scientist. I also happen to know that if the option was to go in the other way, and we do try and get to Galbeez, the scientist would follow us, and two-three members of this group who would be killed, including the person who was going to be killed with the former, and maybe one of the two lovers. However, this decision is up to you, Descendant. You can choose to vote now, or you can instantly go for the first option, and no one else should be killed, if the former’s conditions are not what it is going to be.” Mercinus had a tough decision before him, with thanks to the prophet’s words. He didn’t think about the consequences if the latter of the voting was. He cursed, angry for the person who had shot him. Although the latter of the voting would have helped him heal from this injury, he didn’t want the monsters inside from inside to kill Sindra. Or anyone else, for that matter. He held his side, the pain slowly draining out of his body. He could still fight anything that was inside, which would attempt to kill the chosen member. Finally, he turned towards the rest of the group, and looked at them, sadness within his eyes. “He is right… I think that we should head into the woodland area, and clear the enemies out. For those who don’t want to help me and the prophet fight this threat, should start and head towards Galbeez. So I ask all of you… who’s coming into the woods, and who’s heading for Galbeez?” |
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