04-03-2016, 05:46 PM
The sound of flesh being torn and bones cracking faded as Tegan made his way to his tent. Baron Deathchew was so intense, the power he held was crazy. Tegan wanted power like that, he wanted that power and he'd follow the Baron until he got it.
Tegan, age 24, stood about 6'1", an athletic masculine build, shoulder length greasy black hair, scar over his right eye (which was white, as if blind) down to his jaw. As rough as he looked there was still a refined quality about him, one would say it was his posture or the way he walked. Tegan's tent was of moderate size, a large bedroll and chest, enough room to lye with as many as ten women and still have room. Though he rarely made time for such an endeavor, Tegan was obsessed with the Baron. Ever since he'd been drug into the camp with the caravan he'd been with.
The caravan was made up of thirty or more Secondaries. They had all been refugees from the great battle in Nippur. Many of their homes were burnt to the ground from the battle between their "King" Gilgamesh and ProtoMouse. Or so Tegan had been told, he had joined the caravan after the event. The people were pitifully hopeless, Tegan almost felt bad. They had put so much faith in their King and watched as their homes were destroyed in the battle, which had ended with the Banishment of their "All Powerful King". It was their own fault for not being any stronger, had they not put so much faith into one savior they could have fought back and helped protect their kingdom. This was a problem Tegan saw in many Kingdoms... his own in particular... it was the reason he left... well, forced to leave would be more accurate. It was frowned upon to try and rally the people in order to remove the current King and his weak subjects from their position and replace them with a stronger one. Tegan didn't hold any resentment for being thwarted and forced to escaped to a place as loathsome as the Endless Dunes, after all he wasn't strong enough to accomplish his plan. He hated himself, hated his weakness. He trudged through the Dunes as pitiful as the caravan he'd been adopted by. Then one night their came screams. He awoke to see the Caravan being attacked by unknown assailants. They moved like beasts, he watched as a woman next to him was grabbed by a raider. Tegan watched in both horror and awe as the man opened his mouth and bit down on the woman's neck, tearing into her and ripping the flesh from her body. He had to regain his barrings, for a moment he thought he was in the Pale Moors and the Undead Demons that roamed those forgotten dead lands were the monsters devouring the caravan before his eyes. Then one of the attackers yelled out pointing at Tegan, "That one. Devour him!" before he knew it two men attacked. A quick right hand dropped the first, as he grabbed the second by the throat and crotch and using his momentum, threw him over his head and into the ground. "Subdue him! He and the rest go to the Baron!" The man yelled. Hard as he tried, Tegan was eventually over run by their numbers. He and about half the caravan were captured and drug back to the Cannibal Raiders camp. It was their that he first saw Baron Deathchew, saw his power. He told him the power that could be gained through devouring others. He made the remaining caravan survivors fight one another to the death, friends and family... sons versus fathers, daughters versus mothers... It became all to easy for Tegan to kill and devour the others though, he hadn't had too much time with them and in the end it was the right thing to do. By the end he was bloody and gnawing on the remains of kill. The Baron looked proud of his accomplishment and promised him if he were to follow him, he'd gain more power than he'd ever dream of. Tegan had found his King and his fellow people.
It was a shame to see Pete go, but so was the choice he made when he showed his weakness. Tegan was more interested in what he had said about Gilgamesh not being dead. If Tegan could find and capture the False King, the Baron might allow him to join in the feast and in doing so gain the power of a mighty Prime. Tegan put on his boots and dawned his old armor, which he had burned charcoal black in order to cover his old Sigil. His sword and pistol on his hip, he left the tent. It was time to pick his crew, the crew that would find the Lost King of Nippur and drag him back to Baron Deathchew.
Tegan, age 24, stood about 6'1", an athletic masculine build, shoulder length greasy black hair, scar over his right eye (which was white, as if blind) down to his jaw. As rough as he looked there was still a refined quality about him, one would say it was his posture or the way he walked. Tegan's tent was of moderate size, a large bedroll and chest, enough room to lye with as many as ten women and still have room. Though he rarely made time for such an endeavor, Tegan was obsessed with the Baron. Ever since he'd been drug into the camp with the caravan he'd been with.
The caravan was made up of thirty or more Secondaries. They had all been refugees from the great battle in Nippur. Many of their homes were burnt to the ground from the battle between their "King" Gilgamesh and ProtoMouse. Or so Tegan had been told, he had joined the caravan after the event. The people were pitifully hopeless, Tegan almost felt bad. They had put so much faith in their King and watched as their homes were destroyed in the battle, which had ended with the Banishment of their "All Powerful King". It was their own fault for not being any stronger, had they not put so much faith into one savior they could have fought back and helped protect their kingdom. This was a problem Tegan saw in many Kingdoms... his own in particular... it was the reason he left... well, forced to leave would be more accurate. It was frowned upon to try and rally the people in order to remove the current King and his weak subjects from their position and replace them with a stronger one. Tegan didn't hold any resentment for being thwarted and forced to escaped to a place as loathsome as the Endless Dunes, after all he wasn't strong enough to accomplish his plan. He hated himself, hated his weakness. He trudged through the Dunes as pitiful as the caravan he'd been adopted by. Then one night their came screams. He awoke to see the Caravan being attacked by unknown assailants. They moved like beasts, he watched as a woman next to him was grabbed by a raider. Tegan watched in both horror and awe as the man opened his mouth and bit down on the woman's neck, tearing into her and ripping the flesh from her body. He had to regain his barrings, for a moment he thought he was in the Pale Moors and the Undead Demons that roamed those forgotten dead lands were the monsters devouring the caravan before his eyes. Then one of the attackers yelled out pointing at Tegan, "That one. Devour him!" before he knew it two men attacked. A quick right hand dropped the first, as he grabbed the second by the throat and crotch and using his momentum, threw him over his head and into the ground. "Subdue him! He and the rest go to the Baron!" The man yelled. Hard as he tried, Tegan was eventually over run by their numbers. He and about half the caravan were captured and drug back to the Cannibal Raiders camp. It was their that he first saw Baron Deathchew, saw his power. He told him the power that could be gained through devouring others. He made the remaining caravan survivors fight one another to the death, friends and family... sons versus fathers, daughters versus mothers... It became all to easy for Tegan to kill and devour the others though, he hadn't had too much time with them and in the end it was the right thing to do. By the end he was bloody and gnawing on the remains of kill. The Baron looked proud of his accomplishment and promised him if he were to follow him, he'd gain more power than he'd ever dream of. Tegan had found his King and his fellow people.
It was a shame to see Pete go, but so was the choice he made when he showed his weakness. Tegan was more interested in what he had said about Gilgamesh not being dead. If Tegan could find and capture the False King, the Baron might allow him to join in the feast and in doing so gain the power of a mighty Prime. Tegan put on his boots and dawned his old armor, which he had burned charcoal black in order to cover his old Sigil. His sword and pistol on his hip, he left the tent. It was time to pick his crew, the crew that would find the Lost King of Nippur and drag him back to Baron Deathchew.
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You can attack me, doesn't mean I won't High Tail It! HA!
You can attack me, doesn't mean I won't High Tail It! HA!