03-01-2018, 10:42 PM
Atelos gave the recruits a hearty grin as he saw their success that lay before them. Recruit Lopez saluted, blood staining her shield and clothing. Her voice projected and they rest boosted up with confidence. Their newfound energy was astounding compared to the aching pains that the Spartan had to deal with. Hades was far too reckless for his own good.
“Captain Atelos! Recruit Lopez reporting, no Drow made it past our ranks sir!” Her voice trembled with a mixture of excitement, disbelief, and a bit of fear. She brought her arm down to her side although her body posture was stiff. Her face dropped as she saw the massive hole in Atelos chest, looking concerned she let out a gasp.
Atelos gave her a bright smile and waved off her concern, “Congratulations Lopez. You are all now Privates of the Darkshire army!” The recruits around her breathed a sigh of excitement, and although their physical bodies showed some wear and tear, they spirits seemed to lift. “Let’s go back home.” The party walked back to their short camp, somewhat surprised that their horses were still all in one piece. The Darkshire Protectors saddled their horses and began the trip home.
You know that felt good Spartan. We haven’t worked together in a long time. Atelos shook his head, the long dormant demon trying to become more active.
‘Hades. We both know that we somehow lost our strength. You can’t rush off like you used to. We may be more amicable but you cannot try and get me killed.’ Atelos scolded the inner daemon with his thoughts. He could feel Hades let out a mischievous grin.
That’s why you need to listen to me Spartan. Shudders went down Atelos’ spine. Hades once hyena like voice became silky and seductive, giving Atelos a glancing thought to listen to the God of Death.
Atelos mumbled to himself audibly, drawing the attention of the Sorcerer. The sorcerer gave him a half-smile, the Spartan’s internal conflict brought back nostalgia. Both primes had missed their trips together and disliked remaining idle.
With another few hours of the two primes enjoying a laugh with one another, the two were brought back to the Darkshire wall. While Shang’s wounds seemed a lot more superficial, Atelos’ gaping chest wound didn’t seem to make much progress in healing. He could feel his heart drop and his stomach clench, Hades’ influence was waning in his body. The once, spiderweb like tendrils that rebuilt his flesh weren’t there anymore. While this may have seemed like a blessing before, Atelos now had a responsibility. He was supposed to protect this place and Hades was half the reason on why he was so strong. Shang gave Atelos a curious, yet concerned look.
Atelos brushed off the glance and tried his best to appear confident and in charge. “Bring up the gates men!” His voice boomed and echoed through the air, with an immediate response of cogs turning, and the gate opening up. The party brought their horses in, the newly appointed privates waited ahead while Atelos and Shang went to go talk to the highest ranking officer here. Leading his horse to the side of the wall he could see one of his sergeants. He pointed to the officer before he spoke.
“Sergeant Brown, report to me the events that have gone on in my absence!” Atelos commanded.
The sergeant came rushing down the steps of the wall, giving the order to lower the gate as he walked down the steps. “Yes Captain Atelos! Your extermination party in the Werewolf District came back intact, reporting minimal sightings. Additionally, there had been some rumors that a vampire had infiltrated the ranks, however this source turned up false. Lastly, it had been reported that a select number of primes were asking about the Tarrasque, hopefully to exterminate it.”
Atelos’ face darkened at the last sentence. He hadn’t heard those words in a long time. “Excuse me Sergeant Brown. Did you say Tarrasque?” He raised his eyebrow, a vein bulging on his forehead.
“Yes sir. However, reports say the group of primes looked more than capable of taking care of it sir.” Brown looked almost happy in his report, unaware that his words had set off the Captain.
Atelos clenched his fist before screaming at the poor messenger. “How was I not told of this! This should have been of the utmost importance! How long has the beast been alive?”
The sergeant, intimidated by the rage quivered in fear, “F-for over a year now sir. I was told that the Tarrasque was a given and that you had more pressing matters.”
Shang Tsung piped up, “The Tarrasque? Why does this upset you Captain? It has plagued the Moors for quite some time.”
Atelos turned his head towards the sorcerer, gritting his teeth, “Because I fell the beast, personally.” His tone was less than friendly.
Hades voice slowly crept into the Spartan’s mind. Ah yes, the beast. You must remember the artefact of power, yes? This would be perfect for us to start our ascension. The voice trailed off, gone as quick as it came.
Atelos turned his head to Shang, “I must go to destroy the fiend again. It’s blood will be spilled by my hands once more. I would welcome your help in the upcoming battle. We must ride at once.” Atelos raised his spear in an attempt to gather a second wind but the pain from the gaping hole in his chest was more than enough to dampen his spirits.
Shang spoke up, showing slight concern for the Spartan’s health, “Although I also wish to destroy the nuisance, we have to rest from our battle. Neither of us are in the proper shape” Shang pointed to their numerous wounds.
Atelos gave Shang a stern look before nodding his head. “You are right Triumvir, we shall leave in the morning.” He gave a quick look to the gaping wound, “If my body permits it. In that case I shall head off and shall see you in the morn.” Atelos gave the sorcerer a quick wave goodbye before leading his horse to the barracks. The private were just behind Atelos, telling each other the story of their Drow slaughter as if they weren’t all present for it. The Spartan paid no mind, his headspace was preoccupied. Habitually, he walked through the barracks up into his quarters, lying comfortably on his bed, hoping for his wound to go away. Time passed and the sun sat, Atelos unable to sleep through it all.
“Hades. We need to talk.” His voice was filled with defeat and he sat upwards, looking out the window and into the clear sky’s moon.
“ Yes, Spartan? ”
“Captain Atelos! Recruit Lopez reporting, no Drow made it past our ranks sir!” Her voice trembled with a mixture of excitement, disbelief, and a bit of fear. She brought her arm down to her side although her body posture was stiff. Her face dropped as she saw the massive hole in Atelos chest, looking concerned she let out a gasp.
Atelos gave her a bright smile and waved off her concern, “Congratulations Lopez. You are all now Privates of the Darkshire army!” The recruits around her breathed a sigh of excitement, and although their physical bodies showed some wear and tear, they spirits seemed to lift. “Let’s go back home.” The party walked back to their short camp, somewhat surprised that their horses were still all in one piece. The Darkshire Protectors saddled their horses and began the trip home.
You know that felt good Spartan. We haven’t worked together in a long time. Atelos shook his head, the long dormant demon trying to become more active.
‘Hades. We both know that we somehow lost our strength. You can’t rush off like you used to. We may be more amicable but you cannot try and get me killed.’ Atelos scolded the inner daemon with his thoughts. He could feel Hades let out a mischievous grin.
That’s why you need to listen to me Spartan. Shudders went down Atelos’ spine. Hades once hyena like voice became silky and seductive, giving Atelos a glancing thought to listen to the God of Death.
Atelos mumbled to himself audibly, drawing the attention of the Sorcerer. The sorcerer gave him a half-smile, the Spartan’s internal conflict brought back nostalgia. Both primes had missed their trips together and disliked remaining idle.
With another few hours of the two primes enjoying a laugh with one another, the two were brought back to the Darkshire wall. While Shang’s wounds seemed a lot more superficial, Atelos’ gaping chest wound didn’t seem to make much progress in healing. He could feel his heart drop and his stomach clench, Hades’ influence was waning in his body. The once, spiderweb like tendrils that rebuilt his flesh weren’t there anymore. While this may have seemed like a blessing before, Atelos now had a responsibility. He was supposed to protect this place and Hades was half the reason on why he was so strong. Shang gave Atelos a curious, yet concerned look.
Atelos brushed off the glance and tried his best to appear confident and in charge. “Bring up the gates men!” His voice boomed and echoed through the air, with an immediate response of cogs turning, and the gate opening up. The party brought their horses in, the newly appointed privates waited ahead while Atelos and Shang went to go talk to the highest ranking officer here. Leading his horse to the side of the wall he could see one of his sergeants. He pointed to the officer before he spoke.
“Sergeant Brown, report to me the events that have gone on in my absence!” Atelos commanded.
The sergeant came rushing down the steps of the wall, giving the order to lower the gate as he walked down the steps. “Yes Captain Atelos! Your extermination party in the Werewolf District came back intact, reporting minimal sightings. Additionally, there had been some rumors that a vampire had infiltrated the ranks, however this source turned up false. Lastly, it had been reported that a select number of primes were asking about the Tarrasque, hopefully to exterminate it.”
Atelos’ face darkened at the last sentence. He hadn’t heard those words in a long time. “Excuse me Sergeant Brown. Did you say Tarrasque?” He raised his eyebrow, a vein bulging on his forehead.
“Yes sir. However, reports say the group of primes looked more than capable of taking care of it sir.” Brown looked almost happy in his report, unaware that his words had set off the Captain.
Atelos clenched his fist before screaming at the poor messenger. “How was I not told of this! This should have been of the utmost importance! How long has the beast been alive?”
The sergeant, intimidated by the rage quivered in fear, “F-for over a year now sir. I was told that the Tarrasque was a given and that you had more pressing matters.”
Shang Tsung piped up, “The Tarrasque? Why does this upset you Captain? It has plagued the Moors for quite some time.”
Atelos turned his head towards the sorcerer, gritting his teeth, “Because I fell the beast, personally.” His tone was less than friendly.
Hades voice slowly crept into the Spartan’s mind. Ah yes, the beast. You must remember the artefact of power, yes? This would be perfect for us to start our ascension. The voice trailed off, gone as quick as it came.
Atelos turned his head to Shang, “I must go to destroy the fiend again. It’s blood will be spilled by my hands once more. I would welcome your help in the upcoming battle. We must ride at once.” Atelos raised his spear in an attempt to gather a second wind but the pain from the gaping hole in his chest was more than enough to dampen his spirits.
Shang spoke up, showing slight concern for the Spartan’s health, “Although I also wish to destroy the nuisance, we have to rest from our battle. Neither of us are in the proper shape” Shang pointed to their numerous wounds.
Atelos gave Shang a stern look before nodding his head. “You are right Triumvir, we shall leave in the morning.” He gave a quick look to the gaping wound, “If my body permits it. In that case I shall head off and shall see you in the morn.” Atelos gave the sorcerer a quick wave goodbye before leading his horse to the barracks. The private were just behind Atelos, telling each other the story of their Drow slaughter as if they weren’t all present for it. The Spartan paid no mind, his headspace was preoccupied. Habitually, he walked through the barracks up into his quarters, lying comfortably on his bed, hoping for his wound to go away. Time passed and the sun sat, Atelos unable to sleep through it all.
“Hades. We need to talk.” His voice was filled with defeat and he sat upwards, looking out the window and into the clear sky’s moon.
“ Yes, Spartan? ”
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