09-29-2016, 05:31 AM
"A noble gesture." Callium said.
He glanced around at his other companions. They were tired, battleworn. No less then he was. But he saw the fire of determination in their eyes. Gripping his rifle tightly with his gloved hand, he addressed them.
"We have lost one of our own. For some she was a companion. For others, an annoyance. For others... a dim hope. In our quest for vengeance, she fell. She sacrificed herself either for personal glory or for friendship. In either case, our fire only burns brighter, renewed by the catalyst of her demise."
Callium's voice wavered slightly, heavy with emotion. He held back the tears for the daughter he had lost twice and push forward. For her.
"So let us swear our fealty to a quest of justice. There is a bandit warlord that owns these dunes. He is connected with the vile tribesmen and cultists of the sands on which we stand and has used these connections to burn homes, kill families, and wage war on the innocent. No more! Come my friends, there are dead to be avenged, innocent to be defended, and justice to be perpetrated!"
Callium knew his eloquent speech was more than likely pathetic in his allies' eyes. Here he was, bloody and tired, trying to summon some sort of courage for a mission none but Typhone had need to pursue. However, he would not allow this inner apprehension to impede him. If he went on alone, so be it. If he went on among friends, so be it. He would not waver from his quest, no matter his friend's choices.
He glanced around at his other companions. They were tired, battleworn. No less then he was. But he saw the fire of determination in their eyes. Gripping his rifle tightly with his gloved hand, he addressed them.
"We have lost one of our own. For some she was a companion. For others, an annoyance. For others... a dim hope. In our quest for vengeance, she fell. She sacrificed herself either for personal glory or for friendship. In either case, our fire only burns brighter, renewed by the catalyst of her demise."
Callium's voice wavered slightly, heavy with emotion. He held back the tears for the daughter he had lost twice and push forward. For her.
"So let us swear our fealty to a quest of justice. There is a bandit warlord that owns these dunes. He is connected with the vile tribesmen and cultists of the sands on which we stand and has used these connections to burn homes, kill families, and wage war on the innocent. No more! Come my friends, there are dead to be avenged, innocent to be defended, and justice to be perpetrated!"
Callium knew his eloquent speech was more than likely pathetic in his allies' eyes. Here he was, bloody and tired, trying to summon some sort of courage for a mission none but Typhone had need to pursue. However, he would not allow this inner apprehension to impede him. If he went on alone, so be it. If he went on among friends, so be it. He would not waver from his quest, no matter his friend's choices.