It's Time For The Opening Act!!

[Khlas, the Brave]

Khlas heard the clicking in his mind, almost as if his own clicking growl was echoed in a softer tone. It was, relaxing to hear some semblance of home. No, it was a warped definition of home, one forged from the echo of the dead. Khlas calmly spoke, "Scrap... waste, life blood of Eliksni. Turns waste into Ether, all I need." The frame and form of the Orb was complete. The machine was growing and forging itself to be a immense orb of life, simplistic at some points, but one that represented the purity of life.

Khlas decided to tell his little story, and spoke, "Where I am from, Servitor is life. Only hope, Undead Soldiers try to kill you. We kill them back, but they come back. They always come back. They stole our worlds, stole our god, stole our future, stole our lives. The Great Machine, their Traveler, made us great. We were Eliksni, beings of the golden age. All were Captains, all were Archon Priests. We stood 10 feet tall, mighty, strong, powerful, wise. Great Machine made Ether, but it left us to die. We lived, but we starved. The common became weak Dregs, the advanced Vandals, the exceptional Captains, and the commanders Kells. Kell, I wish to be. Grow big, grow strong, lead House. The Eliksni deserve life too, we survived hell and Darkness, starvation and devastation. Humans survived less, yet rewarded more, is that fair?" Khlas leaped onto his completed orb, the Servitor, that unleashed a purple aura around it.