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[quote]A man at the slope of the mountain raises his spyglass and tries to assess the scene. [/quote]
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[quote]"My name is Strife. I have been sent to personally oversee your actions. Unfortunately, you have violated the ritual." He solemnly points to the figures armed with guns. "Starting with those. Weapons of old are required, not those blasphemous tools. You must pay a blood price for your transgressions."[/quote]
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[quote]"What? You dare taint [i]the[/i] signs with profane weapons? Who authorized such heresy! They must be put to death [i]immediately[/i], lest you bring down the wrath of calamity upon your ignorant souls!" He drew a simple smallsword. "Quick! Bring the deluder forward while there's still time!"[/quote]
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[quote]"You fools! I am Strife! The hand of Maroth! If you so much as touch me, the one you claim to serve will slowly rend your souls in two!" The man stabs his sword into the ground and raises his hands, exasperated. "If you are true servants of Maroth, you will heed my words! If not, strike me down!" He falls to his knees. "Strike me down, and suffer the consequences of Maroth! [i]Do it[/i]!!! I look foward to watching your meager bodies stripped of their existence!" [/quote]
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[spoiler]Would you like me to PM you a short bio of my character, or would you like to be surprised?[/spoiler] [quote]Upon hearing the command, he presses the circular device strapped to his palm. As each weapon is fired, the man vanishes. Nothing remains, save for a coin-sized disc; various cracks line its metallic form, revealing smoking wires spurting small sparks. There's also a little white hexagon rapidly beeping. * * * A man suddenly appears in a grove of trees, stumbling against their trunks in pained gasps. He touches his shoulder, feathering the wound. His armor protected him from most of the fire, but his leg and shoulder couldn't sustain the pepper of gunfire. "Well... that didn't all go as planned. But..." He smiles upon hearing a massive detonation rock the mountain behind him. Painfully turning around, he peers at the damage through his spyglass to see how many survived. [/quote]
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[quote]The man's smirk falls into a frown as he removes another silver disc from the pouch on his chest. Sliding a sniper rifle from beneath his tan cloak, he loads the silver disc in its hopper and fires it through the hole in the mountain. The modified silencer is unnaturally silent; one may mistake it's sound for a slight gust. The disc soars through the air, to quick for the eye to follow and lands somewhere deep in the tunnel. Cocking the rifle's operating rod, he peers through the scope, trying to aim for a robed figure's head. Particularly the most dangerous. [/quote]
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[quote]The disc spins in the air from the impact and falls in front of Rogue's feet. Not a scratch is to be found across its surface. The man lowers his sniper rifle, pressing the disc on his palm and appearing directly in front of Rogue. "Don't shoot!" he urgently whispers. [/quote]
