11-11-2014, 01:22 PM
As Atelos reached the gate he noticed the moss on the giant portal. How weird. I thought Omni would upkeep his playthings a little more. He rolled his eyes and touched the portal. Darkness…the same darkness when he met Omni. It was there again. It was present for a single second but Atelos recognized it immediately. The darkness immediately faded and dropped into this gloomy world. He came to his senses and immediately noticed the gloom and heaviness of the area. He could physically feel his aura being pressed down by his environment. Although this sadness and graveness had a subliminal effect on Atelos, the people just ignored it and followed their daily routine. Atelos didn't understand it and continued to contemplate it while he walked.
He walked down the streets, people normal. They had normal lives and this place seemed mundane. He wondered what makes this place as gloomy. People had their normal professions just as a normal town. There were bakeries, shops, farms, and markets. This place almost seemed normal, not a place Atelos would live but it seemed normal.
As he walked down the streets a person caught his eye. A man was walking with a purpose straight to some sort of fort? I guess this place has wars too. He tried to follow the man but he was to fast. As he turned the corner he noticed a few businessmen greeting the man with either gratitude or appreciation. He struggled to catch up with the man and he noticed that he reached the fort and was speaking to a young man who appeared to be a guardsmen. Why was he enlisting at such an old age?
"…Defend….villainy…" was all that Atelos heard. Atelos grinned. At least some people cherish Justice
As he approached the guardsmen, the guardsmen took notice and attempted to ask a question, but before he could even speak…
"Greetings, what was that older man doing here"
"Uh, he was here to defend the town from the evils that lie beyond these walls" the soldier taken back but the brashness and the seemingly mannerless attitude of the Spartan in front of him.
"Great!… Where can I enlist."
The soldier seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, the battle-scarred warrior that carried a massive shield was a pleasure to see… in regards of battle. "Uh, just follow me and I'll take you to the Tower Commander"
Atelos quickly complied and followed the soldier. Atelos was just glad he could still do good in the world, even if it wasn't his own world. Maybe life wouldn't be so bad in this new place, for starters he now isn't alone anymore…As his garrison was being toured, he was taken to the sleeping quarters. He saw pillows, and he almost seemed to drop his jaw. How much money did these people have. People in his time had wooden blocks, they couldn't afford stuff like this. His bunkmates noticed Ateos' grin and just seemed to ignore him.
"Report to your Stations!"
Atelos went to pick up his armor, sword and shield. The Soldier handing out the necessities for war was taken aback when Atelos showed up. Already in the casual Spartan armor and with a giant shield, Atelos just took the sword, bowed, and thanked the soldier. The soldier was left speechless as he saw Atelos jogging away. East station, east station, east station. Atelos kept repeating the instructions in his head. Atelos felt the blood rush through his veins. This felt just like home. The army. The people. The war. He couldn't help but smile as his aura turned blue. He couldn't help remembering what happened after the war…He shook his head. This is a new world, a new life, new families to be made.
As he was climbing up the stone staircase he opened the door to the lounge, awaiting orders. The room was completely empty…all except a door opened with the older man outside 'enjoying' the view. Atelos seemed to relax a little bit. He was hoping that he would see him here. He casually walked to the wall next to the door and leaned his back against it. No point of being alert with no orders.
Atelos chuckled. "What made you want to join?" Atelos said. The sudden voice seemed less to startle the man but just more alert him. Atelos walked in front of the man to greet him. He noticed the edge of cliff and how the man seemed to be on the edge. He took a step back in order for the man to get his ground. The older man really was old, wearing a robe of sorts. He doesn't look like the master of a sword. What is his poison. He shook of this thought. He slung his shield on his back and outstretched his hand, his aura emanating a bright neutral white.
"Greetings, I'm Atelos. It is a pleasure to make your aquantaince."
He walked down the streets, people normal. They had normal lives and this place seemed mundane. He wondered what makes this place as gloomy. People had their normal professions just as a normal town. There were bakeries, shops, farms, and markets. This place almost seemed normal, not a place Atelos would live but it seemed normal.
As he walked down the streets a person caught his eye. A man was walking with a purpose straight to some sort of fort? I guess this place has wars too. He tried to follow the man but he was to fast. As he turned the corner he noticed a few businessmen greeting the man with either gratitude or appreciation. He struggled to catch up with the man and he noticed that he reached the fort and was speaking to a young man who appeared to be a guardsmen. Why was he enlisting at such an old age?
"…Defend….villainy…" was all that Atelos heard. Atelos grinned. At least some people cherish Justice
As he approached the guardsmen, the guardsmen took notice and attempted to ask a question, but before he could even speak…
"Greetings, what was that older man doing here"
"Uh, he was here to defend the town from the evils that lie beyond these walls" the soldier taken back but the brashness and the seemingly mannerless attitude of the Spartan in front of him.
"Great!… Where can I enlist."
The soldier seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, the battle-scarred warrior that carried a massive shield was a pleasure to see… in regards of battle. "Uh, just follow me and I'll take you to the Tower Commander"
Atelos quickly complied and followed the soldier. Atelos was just glad he could still do good in the world, even if it wasn't his own world. Maybe life wouldn't be so bad in this new place, for starters he now isn't alone anymore…As his garrison was being toured, he was taken to the sleeping quarters. He saw pillows, and he almost seemed to drop his jaw. How much money did these people have. People in his time had wooden blocks, they couldn't afford stuff like this. His bunkmates noticed Ateos' grin and just seemed to ignore him.
"Report to your Stations!"
Atelos went to pick up his armor, sword and shield. The Soldier handing out the necessities for war was taken aback when Atelos showed up. Already in the casual Spartan armor and with a giant shield, Atelos just took the sword, bowed, and thanked the soldier. The soldier was left speechless as he saw Atelos jogging away. East station, east station, east station. Atelos kept repeating the instructions in his head. Atelos felt the blood rush through his veins. This felt just like home. The army. The people. The war. He couldn't help but smile as his aura turned blue. He couldn't help remembering what happened after the war…He shook his head. This is a new world, a new life, new families to be made.
As he was climbing up the stone staircase he opened the door to the lounge, awaiting orders. The room was completely empty…all except a door opened with the older man outside 'enjoying' the view. Atelos seemed to relax a little bit. He was hoping that he would see him here. He casually walked to the wall next to the door and leaned his back against it. No point of being alert with no orders.
Atelos chuckled. "What made you want to join?" Atelos said. The sudden voice seemed less to startle the man but just more alert him. Atelos walked in front of the man to greet him. He noticed the edge of cliff and how the man seemed to be on the edge. He took a step back in order for the man to get his ground. The older man really was old, wearing a robe of sorts. He doesn't look like the master of a sword. What is his poison. He shook of this thought. He slung his shield on his back and outstretched his hand, his aura emanating a bright neutral white.
"Greetings, I'm Atelos. It is a pleasure to make your aquantaince."
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