11-10-2014, 10:45 PM
As Atelos begins to stand back up he notices nothing. Nothingness anywhere. So this is the world Omni created? Seems a little bland… Until Atelos noticed the gates that lay ahead of him and he seemed to grin at the grandness of the eight gates that stood before him. He smiled a little bit and chuckled.
His heart dropped. He was bare and had nothing. All he had was his armor but no weapons or shield. He scanned and looked everywhere to see A Maiden sculpted statue, One hand gripped tight, with the other open. His glove in the gripped hand and his shield in the open. He reached up and gathered his shield and comically tried to pull his glove out of the hand. As he continues to try and pull out the glove his grip loosens and Atelos falls flat on the ground. A little frustrated he takes his shield off his back and smashes the hand with the glove, crushing the luxurious marble stone with one fell swoop. He picked up the glove and hurriedly put it on, feeling naked without it.
Feeling much more secure he tests out his old flames. His glove hand engulfed in red flames with the sweet contrasts with the blue flames on his shield. At least these things work Proudly, he strided, actually better described as limped, to the gate of clean hewn stone. During the long walk he thought about this long opportunity. Atelos hated being lonesome and just longed for a partner. He has been alone for so long and he has hated every second. Now that vengeance is no longer an option, will friendship be. Or must he have to create more ashes in his wake.
His heart dropped. He was bare and had nothing. All he had was his armor but no weapons or shield. He scanned and looked everywhere to see A Maiden sculpted statue, One hand gripped tight, with the other open. His glove in the gripped hand and his shield in the open. He reached up and gathered his shield and comically tried to pull his glove out of the hand. As he continues to try and pull out the glove his grip loosens and Atelos falls flat on the ground. A little frustrated he takes his shield off his back and smashes the hand with the glove, crushing the luxurious marble stone with one fell swoop. He picked up the glove and hurriedly put it on, feeling naked without it.
Feeling much more secure he tests out his old flames. His glove hand engulfed in red flames with the sweet contrasts with the blue flames on his shield. At least these things work Proudly, he strided, actually better described as limped, to the gate of clean hewn stone. During the long walk he thought about this long opportunity. Atelos hated being lonesome and just longed for a partner. He has been alone for so long and he has hated every second. Now that vengeance is no longer an option, will friendship be. Or must he have to create more ashes in his wake.
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