06-28-2017, 04:03 AM
The Sage marched along the ridge of foothills, although it was no longer raining, he still found the passage arduous. The Sage looked down as his tablet pinged in informing him that the little insect he had fought alongside had been slain. Though he was not entirely surprised, he himself had barely survived his encounter with Tearen and Gildarts, and he still suspected the former of taking steps to ensure his survival. The poor critter had gotten involved in something he probably shouldn’t have, and it had cost him his life.
The Sage would need to find new allies now, as it seemed that lone stragglers were being surrounded and picked off by the remaining alliances. Gildarts had made his position clear, and Wover had not struck him as a particularly reliable team member. It was disturbing to see how unstable many of the Omniverse’s supposedly most powerful defenders actually were. The fact that these people would be depended on in the most vital of moments was not something that made the Sage feel confident about the future…
He continued his lone trek across the hilltops, thoughts swirling as he progressed through the open landscape. He focused just on putting one foot in front of the other. As long as he was making progress, getting somewhere, than he could allow himself to indulge so heavily into his speculations. The collar on his neck continued to beep counting down again until it would detonate. He would not fall this way, he would die in battle or live. The Sage struggled, the wound in his side protesting sharply to his jostling. The foothills were giving way to more rocky slopes, and his footing was getting much less stable. Movement on these slopes would be difficult, he would need to be careful going forward.
The Sage would need to find new allies now, as it seemed that lone stragglers were being surrounded and picked off by the remaining alliances. Gildarts had made his position clear, and Wover had not struck him as a particularly reliable team member. It was disturbing to see how unstable many of the Omniverse’s supposedly most powerful defenders actually were. The fact that these people would be depended on in the most vital of moments was not something that made the Sage feel confident about the future…
He continued his lone trek across the hilltops, thoughts swirling as he progressed through the open landscape. He focused just on putting one foot in front of the other. As long as he was making progress, getting somewhere, than he could allow himself to indulge so heavily into his speculations. The collar on his neck continued to beep counting down again until it would detonate. He would not fall this way, he would die in battle or live. The Sage struggled, the wound in his side protesting sharply to his jostling. The foothills were giving way to more rocky slopes, and his footing was getting much less stable. Movement on these slopes would be difficult, he would need to be careful going forward.
Quote:Sage moves E3 to E5
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