The Temple of Artemis(Pre-Event/Intro Thread)

[Erik Vrell]

Erik paced around the temple, fretting about his situation. He had tried to sound as confident as possible when he spoke to the spirit but in actuality he was a nervous wreck.
"What should I do?" Erik mumbled to himself.
"I'm all alone, I don't what I should be doing right now and I can even think straight."
Erik almost fell to his knees there and then. He felt like lying down and allowing someone to effortlessly kill him.

Just as he was contemplating giving up, a small voice seemed to appear at the back of his mind.
'Are you really going to just curl up and die!?' It asked incredulously.
"Well... Maybe." Erik replied pathetically.
'You are a worm.' The voice spat. 'You are the most pathetic excuse for a warrior I've ever seen.'
Erik remained silent. For a moment, he agreed with what the voice was saying.
'You haven't even won a fight since you came here, every time you have failed to protect your friends.'
"B-but I..." Erik started.
'I don't want to hear it!' The voice snapped. 'Remember the museum?' It sneered. 'Those marines wiped you out completely, you would have died if those soldiers hadn't intervened.'
"What about my fight against that thief and that metal man?" Erik asked, searching desperately for a scrap of dignity to hold onto. The voice laughed, a short, harsh laugh that seemed to carry all of Erik's failures with it.
'Are you kidding me?' The voice sneered. 'It was four against one, and you still came out worse than the guy you were fighting!' It chuckled more. 'Oh, and don't forget the battle at New Babylon.' Erik almost his his face in his hands at the thought of that.
"Please don't mention that." Erik said meekly.
'What's wrong?' The voice jeered. 'Can't you take the truth. Can't you accept that you were the weak link that lead to he destruction of New Babylon.'
"Please." Erik begged weakly. "Please stop." The psychic was on his knees, his head hung low in shame. Erik could feel tears stinging his eyes but he blinked them away quickly. The voice laughed again.
'Don't tell me you're going to cry.' It chuckled. 'You're not a warrior, you're just a big baby.'
"What do you want?!" Erik shouted, causing some of the people around him to give him odd looks.
'I want you to stop being such a pathetic worm!' The voice shouted back. 'I want you to be the great warrior that you have the potential to be! If you curl up and die in the face of a challenge like this, how will you ever become more than a coward?!' The voice cried.
Erik rose to his feet and wiped his eyes dry. A look of anger and determination crossed his face. "I won't just keel over and die!" Erik shouted.
"I will fight to my last breath! I will put Teucer to rest! I will survive! I will win!"
'That's the spirit!' The voice roared with him.

Erik paced around the temple once more, but this time he was filled with determination instead of panic. "What's my best chance of survival?" He wondered to himself. "If I want to succeed I will need allies no doubt, but where will I find them?"
While trying to brainstorm, Erik failed to look where he was going. He accidentally bumped into someone in his plotting.
"Oh! I'm sorry." Erik started, but then realised that this could be a great opportunity. The person he had bumped into was a young looking blonde man in a green tunic and hat.
"Greetings. I am Erik Vrell." The pychic said, holding out his hand in greetings.
"I am currently alone in this competition." Erik said, foregoing subtlety completely. "I was wondering if you would be interesting in forming a group with me." Erik smiled and held his hand out, waiting for an answer.