05-04-2017, 09:24 PM
Through the Nexus the Templar went, and like the ancestors of his Order, Shay once again found himself roaming the sands under the searing hot beating of the sun's rays. The Endless Dunes, home to Nippur, and the previously standing New Babylon.
Gilgamesh would have hated to see his soldiers like this. Shay doubted the king would even let him be part of the faction, let alone step foot in Nippur after such a series of humiliating defeats.
However embarrassing it might have been to the golden boy, Shay breathed easier realizing that the man was no longer here, and for once in his life, the Templar felt like he was allowed to mess up every once in a while; at least when the only thing on the line was his own neck. However pleasing of a thought that was, Shay Cormac then remembered how long Nippur must have been abandoned by any presence of Primes.
He gulped, there was no way in hell that city still has any semblance of defendable walls at this point.
Shay continued to worry to himself, following the vaguest of memories that allowed him to reach the city that held the palace of Gilgamesh's throne; the train tracks being the only thing guiding him at this point.
The man really didn't come to think how hard navigating a desert was. At least on sea, he thought, I had time to cool off...
Not much else was to be said about that, or thought of. This entire situation was an absolute trainwreck. Shay continued to walk for miles on end, passing the barely familiar rocks, the same as he did last time he was here.
He had to admit, being alone like this was absolute torture. The man always knew of himself to be bad dealing with his own thoughts, but he was surprised to see the how terrifyingly overwhelming the two feelings of loneliness and desperation were affecting him in the context of almost losing yourself in the middle of a desert that stretched to the sizes of the oceans he was familiar with sailing on.
Yet now, he could only walk. Walk, and mumble under his breath as he strode forward, looking for purpose again.
"Just follow the tracks," the Templar sighed, repeating, "just follow the tracks."
Gilgamesh would have hated to see his soldiers like this. Shay doubted the king would even let him be part of the faction, let alone step foot in Nippur after such a series of humiliating defeats.
However embarrassing it might have been to the golden boy, Shay breathed easier realizing that the man was no longer here, and for once in his life, the Templar felt like he was allowed to mess up every once in a while; at least when the only thing on the line was his own neck. However pleasing of a thought that was, Shay Cormac then remembered how long Nippur must have been abandoned by any presence of Primes.
He gulped, there was no way in hell that city still has any semblance of defendable walls at this point.
Shay continued to worry to himself, following the vaguest of memories that allowed him to reach the city that held the palace of Gilgamesh's throne; the train tracks being the only thing guiding him at this point.
The man really didn't come to think how hard navigating a desert was. At least on sea, he thought, I had time to cool off...
Not much else was to be said about that, or thought of. This entire situation was an absolute trainwreck. Shay continued to walk for miles on end, passing the barely familiar rocks, the same as he did last time he was here.
He had to admit, being alone like this was absolute torture. The man always knew of himself to be bad dealing with his own thoughts, but he was surprised to see the how terrifyingly overwhelming the two feelings of loneliness and desperation were affecting him in the context of almost losing yourself in the middle of a desert that stretched to the sizes of the oceans he was familiar with sailing on.
Yet now, he could only walk. Walk, and mumble under his breath as he strode forward, looking for purpose again.
"Just follow the tracks," the Templar sighed, repeating, "just follow the tracks."
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"The air is still, and I am a hunter."