Getting back to business

[Erik Vrell]

Erik's eyes snapped open. He had fallen asleep on the stairs to the New Babylon court while waiting for Victor. The psychic rubbed his eyes, disappointed that no one had shown up. Maybe it was foolish to believe that he could resurrect New Babylon, even with Victor's help. Everything he had tried to do recently had fallen flat, and he didn't know what to do anymore. 

Erik stepped inside the hall and dropped to his knees. He drew a rough sketch of the mad god's crest in the dust with his finger. The visage of a sword piercing through a mind soothed Erik in a perverse way. The psychic clasped his hands in front of his chest, and did his best to pray to his patron. He didn't even know if his thoughts would reach his God from the Omniverse, but wanted to try nonetheless. 

"Oh great Gal'skap, our mad father in the outer reaches of the world, he who shatters the minds of the unworthy, hear the prayer of your chosen son. I am lost in this world, and I need your guidance. Please, give me something." Erik said quietly. Suddenly, his prayers were interrupted by uneven footsteps. Erik rose to his feet and turned quickly. A bandit, rendered mad from the harsh sun and lack of water, came stumbling into the hall, clutching a bloody dagger. There was only mania in his eyes as they locked onto Erik, and he lunged at the psychic. 

Erik drew Mageslayer and cut the half-dead bandit down in one swipe. The man fell to the ground silently, and the blood sprayed from Mageslayer's edge in an arc, spraying the impromptu prayer area in blood. At first, Erik was mad at the desecration, but then a thought occurred. What if this was the sign. Erik's eyes switched from his sword's edge, still dripping blood, to the holy symbol bathed in red. Of course, the mad God was calling his prophet to war. Erik dropped to his knees once more, hands crossed in fervent prayer. "Thank you, mad lord, for delivering this sign to me." 

Erik rose to his feet, sheathed Mageslayer and grabbed his horse. "Come." He said to his mount. "Gal'skap has given us work to do." The horse's ears twitched at the sound of the mad god's name, and eagerly set off out the New Babylon gates after Erik was seated. A grin split Erik's face, the psychic eager to finally have a purpose in this world that he could carry out alone.