Rasputin: Traveler? 'Member those dead people you brought back to life? And then made them practically immortal? And then also gave them super powers? Traveler: Yes, I do! Those are my risen, my guardians, my champions of the light! They will push back the darkness and protect humanity! Rasputin: Protect humanity, you say? Traveler: Indeed. Rasputin: Well, looks like they're doing a whole lot of "enslaving and slaughtering anyone who defies them" than "protecting." Traveler: Huh? What are yo- oh. Ohhhh... ohhh... shit. Rasputin: Yeah, that was a super bright idea. "Oooh, look at me, I'm the Traveler, I'm gonna bring a whole bunch of dead people back to life and give them badass powers that make them a God among mortals! They totally won't abuse that! Teehee!" Yeah, You -blam!-ed up bigtime. Traveler: Look, it was a good idea at the time. And hey, maybe some of them will rise up and start doing some good. Hopefully. Just you wait. Rasputin: Whatever. If only your risen were like my frames. Cause you know, they actually DO what Papa 'Sputin says. Idn't that right, frames? *Frames are sweeping vigorously* Rasputin: They like brooms. [i]A lot.[/i] Traveler: Sigh. --------------------------------------------------------------------- *The Dark Horse Felwinter, a warlock, sat at a table. Sitting on the other end was Citan, a titan, who was a Warlord.* Citan: Sooooooo.. didn't think you'd come back up here. Felwinter: I go where ever I can do some good. Like here, for example. Citan: You were doing good where you were. On that mountain of yours. Felwinter: Felwinter Peak? Citan: Sigh.. No one calls it that. No one. Felwinter: Look, pal, I conquered that mountain all on my own, I think I have the right to call it whatever the -blam!- I want. Besides, my pals call it Felwinter Peak. Citan: Your pals? Felwinter: Yeah, the Iron Lords. They're a bunch of goodie two shoes are running a crusade to stop the warlords. Eventually, they'd come for me, and I don't like sleeping with one eye open. So I joined them. Which is why I'm here.. so, you wanna give up your territory? You can still patrol it and stuff. Citan: So, you come here acting like you want peace but you want me to give up my territory? Felwinter: Yeah, thats.. That's kinda what I just asked. Citan: Why you little..! *Citan rage flips the table at Felwinter, but Felwinter blinks out of it* Citan: Hey! Get down here before I- OOOF! *Felwinter shoulder charges Citan's face in with his knee, Citan fell on the floor, face covered in blood* Citan: How.. How did you do that?! Felwinter: Oh, Lady Jolder taught me how to do that. *Felwinter has a flashback of Lady Jolder shouting "PERGRINE GREEEEEEAVES" and kneeing him reapatedly in the face* Felwinter: Ahh. Good times. Citan: You insufferable swine! I'll kill you! Felwinter: Yeah, not in your current condition. Besides, even if you joined the Iron Lords, I don't think you'll change. So, I'm just gonna shoot you with my sniper and end it right here. See ya. *Felwinter shoots Citan. Shortly after, Citan is revived by his ghost* Citan: Sniper? That isn't a sniper! That's a shotgun! Felwinter: I lied. *Felwinter shoots Citan again, and his ghost, killing him for good and ending his reign of terror.*