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Richeyz -> Rebellion (6/4/2012 21:10:01)
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Rebellion
Prologue: Many Years Ago
Scene: A darkened forest upon the sunset of autumn. Drakath is there with a mysterious stranger.
?: Drakath, you know what may happen if this goes through! Think of your followers, the people that actually care for people like us--
Drakath: NO ONE CARES FOR US!
The mysterious strangers backs off a bit
Drakath: YOU THINK THEY WOULD CARE FOR US IF THEY LEFT US OUT HERE IN THE WILDERNESS?!?!
He opens himself up to the world: LOOK AT US!! NO ONE CARES FOR US, NEITHER ME, OR YOU!! I SHOULD BE KING!!
?: What you did was an act against the Pactagonal Order, a crime against humanity!
Drakath: THE WORLD IS IMPURE!! FIGHT EVIL WITH EVIL!!
?: What you did was neither good, nor evil. It was simply Chaos!!
Drakth: LIKE I CARE!!
The mysterious stranger pulls out a sword: As your friend, I am ordering you to stand down.
Drakath pulls out his sword: Are you willing to fight me, "brother"?
?: STAND DOWN!!
Drakath charges at him, the stranger does the same. Weapons clash mid-air, back and forth multiple times. Once the weapons miss eachother, slashes across both Drakath and the mysterious stranger's faces. Both Drakath and the stranger and broken in sweat, tired and panting.
?: Do you really want to continue this? After all you've been through, you're going to throw it all away?
Drakath clenches his teeth and grips his sword harder: SHUT UP!! WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE?!?!
?: I am not going back to the order ALONE, what you did was a mistake, an error. Leaving the knights without jury only worsens you crime.
Drakath: WHAT I DID WAS ON PURPOSE!!
The stranger grips his sword, the blistes on his hands bleed. He clenches his teeth: Then you leave me no choice, you are banned...
The stranger then performs a holy skill that makes hastens his abilities. In a flash, he is behind Drakath. Drakath can barely move in time, a large blow to the back. Drakath vomits blood and leans over, yelling in pain. The stranger adjusts his right half-glove, sword under his arm: In your condition it will take you days to return to Oaklore, the wound I've inflicted will cause much significant blood loss. You'll die before you can reach Oaklore's walls. I shall tell the Pactagonal Knights about your death...
As the stranger walks away, Drakath begins crawling in his direction: Dangit... DANGIT!!
KAARRRIIIIAAAAAKKKKKK!!!
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