12-20-2016, 02:16 AM
In the end it was his hunger that eventually drew the Sage out of his Omnilium-healing stupor. He supposed he could have just summoned himself something to eat, but he had tried that during his stint stowed away aboard Carmen’s ship. The food had been very tasteless as he recalled. Filling but not fulfilling. And therefore useless as a meal. With a groan of pain and stiffened joints he got to his feet. The Zoran tunic had been all but destroyed, in its place he had summoned a very plain dull red tunic. He was not going to be walking across the ocean anymore, and the plainer red was far less distinctive.
After the amount of fighting he had ended up involved with since his arrival here, he had also elected to summon a small amount of armor. It wasn’t enough to turn away a blade like Hiro’s, but the leather pads would serve to absorb some of the impact from the blows he seemed to keep taking. His new walking stick was also a reflection of this entirely too frequent occurrence. The resummoned weapon was a leaner piece of wood, reinforced with streaks of metal to help it stand up to more solid opposition. He would have to stop getting into situations without an escape plan. He was still sloppy from his time in the capital.
With a sigh, the Sage got to his feet and headed towards the door of storeroom. A small spark, likely left over energy from the extended amount of summoning he had just been doing, jumped from the door handle and the Sage retracted his hand. Images of the Bio-weapon, its back arching as the lethal amounts of current were shunted through its body flashed in his brain. The explosion. The fear he had seen in the eyes of the Cinnibar citizens nearby. They were the most inhuman of beings, but in that moment he had felt they were more human than him or the Imperial agents he had been fighting. He had done what was necessary, but the astronomer from Camelot had seemed more irritated than anything else by the turn of events. Nothing of the lives he had upturned with his actions. Then that bounty hunter, Hiro, had sought his blood. Not for the horror of his actions but only for the recipients of which he had chosen.
There is so much violence in this world. He mused, Neither the Empire nor the Kingdom can claim innocence of it. With a grimace he pulled open the door and stepped out into the alleyway. And I will not let them. Leaning somewhat heavily on his newly fashioned walking stick, he hobbled down the alley towards the smell of a hot meal.
After the amount of fighting he had ended up involved with since his arrival here, he had also elected to summon a small amount of armor. It wasn’t enough to turn away a blade like Hiro’s, but the leather pads would serve to absorb some of the impact from the blows he seemed to keep taking. His new walking stick was also a reflection of this entirely too frequent occurrence. The resummoned weapon was a leaner piece of wood, reinforced with streaks of metal to help it stand up to more solid opposition. He would have to stop getting into situations without an escape plan. He was still sloppy from his time in the capital.
With a sigh, the Sage got to his feet and headed towards the door of storeroom. A small spark, likely left over energy from the extended amount of summoning he had just been doing, jumped from the door handle and the Sage retracted his hand. Images of the Bio-weapon, its back arching as the lethal amounts of current were shunted through its body flashed in his brain. The explosion. The fear he had seen in the eyes of the Cinnibar citizens nearby. They were the most inhuman of beings, but in that moment he had felt they were more human than him or the Imperial agents he had been fighting. He had done what was necessary, but the astronomer from Camelot had seemed more irritated than anything else by the turn of events. Nothing of the lives he had upturned with his actions. Then that bounty hunter, Hiro, had sought his blood. Not for the horror of his actions but only for the recipients of which he had chosen.
There is so much violence in this world. He mused, Neither the Empire nor the Kingdom can claim innocence of it. With a grimace he pulled open the door and stepped out into the alleyway. And I will not let them. Leaning somewhat heavily on his newly fashioned walking stick, he hobbled down the alley towards the smell of a hot meal.
If history is to become legend, it first must be recorded.