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11/7/2015 4:15:11 AM
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[b]ancient lands...unknown[/b]
Akron sat at a simple dining table. Next to him sat his old enemy turned friend. The say adjacent to each other facing each other. Akron stared blankly into the cup of wine in front of him then drank it. The champion of light next to him watched Akron intently. Akron spoke after his short sip.
"It doesn't taste as good as it did before."
He put down the cup and looked to the champion. The champion in turn sat up a little straighter. He spoke in a quiet tone.
"It tastes the same as the last one before it."
Akron took another drink then put the cup down again. His face crinkled a little from the taste.
"No, it tasted better last time."
"It is still good though?"
"Bah, all good things always end short."
"Then what of your relationship with her?"
"Life is short."
"Romantic are you then Akron?"
"Not romantic, just stating facts."
"Facts?"
"Facts. I give her strength when she needs it, and she gives me the peace I could never find."
"Then why did you leave her to fight in this infernal war?"
"The reason why all fathers and husbands do. To make sure their families don't suffer. To plunge their hands into the filth...so their families can keep theirs clean."
"Your hands are pretty dirty then."
"That's why it doesn't matter then, because my hands are so stained that I can keep fighting, without worrying if it becomes worse."
"If that is so then how did you return to your family?"
"My hands have never been clean, I have simply worn gloves."
"Then leave this conflict. Go home and clean those [i]hands.[/i]"
"I cannot, some stains are permanent."
The champion of light smiled, and began to fade away.
"Your hands aren't dirty Akron, you just gave your purity to others."
He completely faded away, and in his wake sat Oshirik, Akron's old God.
"Faring well after leaving for so long? You certainly are a changed man."
Akron looked at Oshirik with a blank face. He knew why the immortal decided to pay a visit now of all times. The God came for his swift reasons as well. He put a small ring between the two. The ring of Akron from his time as a champion. His bonds to his homeland. Akron pondered the offer for a brief moment, then downed the rest of his drink.
"Doesn't taste so bad after all."
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"Gentlemen." Ryker appeared near them, no one saw him until he revealed himself.:
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Akron and Oshirik both snapped to combat ready almost reflexively. Akron quickly put the ring on and summoned his old sword all while rolling away from Ryker. Oshirik merely let off a blast of his power sending the table flying. He pulled out his scythe and both pointed their weapons at him. All in the blink of an eye. After a few seconds Akron recognized him, then lowered his weapon. The God did not however. "Ryker? What are you doing here?"
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Ryker smiled, his red eyes flashing. "Hello Akron. As for what I'm doing here, my brother has returned to kill me and Samantha. Ryan."
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"Your brother? There's another one?" Akron lowered the sword, as he lowered it, it liquefied into what appeared to be blood and vanished into the ring. More of the liquid came out and hardened over Akron's body turning into his old armor. "And you want my help? You've come at a bad time friend."
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Ryker nods. "We.... Well he died. Supposedly, many many years ago. It's a long story, if you agree to help I'll tell you on the way back." Ryker looks at him, his eyes changing back to their usual ice blue. "Akron I'm going to lay it out flat. Ryan might be more powerful than all three of us in this room combined for all I know. I could really use all the help I can get, but I understand if you're busy."
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"Ha." Both Akron and Oshirik made the dry remark at the same time. They glanced looks at each other having a silent conversation. Oshirik nodded and Akron turned to speak to Ryker. "When I said bad time Ryker, I meant genocidal bad. Remember that skulled opponent, the darkwraith we fought? He was merely a scout. And that talk of him wiping out the golden city? It's happening here as well. Only all of those forces are targeting us. I was called back here because if I stayed with you, my people, my land, my...gods would all be gone from existence totally. I can't come with you yet. But if you promise to stay and help me, I can return home to help you." The look in Akron's eyes was firm but desperate. Ryker could also sense the unease in Oshirik from both his body language and the aura he was casting.
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"Alright... I'll help you." Ryker nodded.
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"Good, but you'll have to make quite a few sacrifices..." Oshirik stepped forward and put down an archaic sword, made of bone. "The armor you have, the technology. All of it goes. It may give you an advantage, but here, it is too much. Those darkwraiths will learn to mimic the model, how it works. You'll damn us all the faster if they see you here."
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"I don't need it. My powers provided by the Marker will be enough." Ryker smiles.
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"Hopefully...but the armor still goes. We don't countless Ryker Evans running around with no method of killing them."
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"Yes that would be bad, my style of fighting is... Different." Ryker chuckles.
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"Good." Oshirik sheathed his weapon and turned his back to Ryker and Akron. "I must leave now. There are entities far more frightening than just darkwraiths." He vanished into the shadows leaving Akron and Ryker alone. Akron looked to Ryker with curiosity. "Ryan?"
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"You want to hear the story now?" Ryker sits down in the chair Oshirik left.
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"Yeah sure, it sounds like a pressing matter." Akron sat down in the adjacent chair after he pulled back up. He formed a dagger and began to absentmindedly pick at his nails.
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"Well.... When we were just kids, there was Samantha, Ryan, and I. We were a happy family. My brother was... Odd though."
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"Odd? There's a wide variety of odd: socially, physically, did he behave strange? Did he Have some sort of power that was out of place...did you do anything to him?"
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"More... The first couple. He was quiet. At first my parents thought he was just a very mature child... But he... Scared Samantha and I as children. Ryan and I shared a room, and every night.... I could swear I could hear a whispering, a sort of malicious words and phrases." Ryker pauses. "Something followed my brother. I don't know what. But something that was evil. It continued, but lessened the older we got. By 8th grade it was gone."
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Akron had cut his finger on the knife while he was listening. He intently watched some of his blood glisten on the table. He hardened the wound stopping the blood flow but he continued to watch the puddle on the table. "How did he die?"
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"My brother and I had started a scientific research foundry together. We were out of college, barely any money, hoping to get rich. We were working on technology for interdimensional rifts. Harnessing them." He pauses, thinking about their stupidity. "We thought maybe we could control them. Bend them so others could travel. We attempted to open a controlled one, Samantha was with us. The portal began sucking everything into it, like a vacuum in space. We were all hanging onto something, a piece of wall. I was slowly crawling my way across the floor to the control panel to shut off the gate. As I hit the button to close it, Ryan was sucked in. I thought he was dead, but somewhere... I knew... He was still alive."
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Akron sat silent again for a few more moments. Began to mold the blood on the table testing his old powers once more. "So then why seek revenge? Must have been those voices you mentioned before."[spoiler]calling it in tonight[/spoiler]
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Edited by Devious_Melons: 11/7/2015 2:24:20 PM[b][/b]
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[spoiler]dont take this personally but I haven't introduced my character and his homeland yet, so it's unknown to the inhabitants of the RP, the big ass thing I wrote is one of the parts that will lead to the introduction. It's not you...its me ;-;[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]K I will move this breach somewhere else[/spoiler]
