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towerofanimus2013-04-29 11:26 pm
First Bolt Shell: Legion of One
Characters: Garviel and you
Setting: Multiple floors
Format: Prose
Summary: Garviel wanders the tower doing various things including kicking butt
Warnings: Anything is possible including a heck of a lot of violence. Definitely descriptions of blood and war.
Floor Fifty-Six:
A huge armored figure is wandering the strange hospital ward, as if seeking something he has forgotten. He calls a name every now and then.
"Ferrus? Samus? Aqua? Nikolai? Arturia?"
Nothing but silence greets him. Lights flicker as he moves from room to room, a grey ghost of a battle that was fought in this very tower, and on a thousand other worlds as well. And yet... there is something plaintive in the sounds of the names he calls out in this place.
Floor Sixty-Seven (NIGHT)
The strange twining staircase has become a veritable waterfall of gore, blood and ichor slicking the steps from iron to light in all hues as the sound of battle crashes higher up. It would appear Cerberus set upon a band of orcs at night, or the band set on him, and he decided to single-handedly re-enact the battle of Ullanor. He holds one aloft, just over the edge of the stairs, his armor scarred by their cleavers and bows, then casts it down, smashing it into a pulpy, broken mass onto the stairs itself. His armored chest heaves, and he turns, growling in an almost-feral manner as he continues his ascent. Dare you approach?
Floor Twenty-Five: The grey knight stands vigil in the meadow, his massive form suggesting a grim sentinel in an otherwise beautiful place. He appears to be... shocked by it. Completely at a loss of what to do in a place of undespoiled natural beauty which has not been touched by war.
Floor Fifteen: A pale-skinned man one size too large to be human appears to be working dents out of a breastplate using the tools available in the workshop, hammering away at them in a less then adept manner. It would seem he has only enough skill to effect the most basic repairs on his own armor. Care to offer him some advice?
Setting: Multiple floors
Format: Prose
Summary: Garviel wanders the tower doing various things including kicking butt
Warnings: Anything is possible including a heck of a lot of violence. Definitely descriptions of blood and war.
Floor Fifty-Six:
A huge armored figure is wandering the strange hospital ward, as if seeking something he has forgotten. He calls a name every now and then.
"Ferrus? Samus? Aqua? Nikolai? Arturia?"
Nothing but silence greets him. Lights flicker as he moves from room to room, a grey ghost of a battle that was fought in this very tower, and on a thousand other worlds as well. And yet... there is something plaintive in the sounds of the names he calls out in this place.
Floor Sixty-Seven (NIGHT)
The strange twining staircase has become a veritable waterfall of gore, blood and ichor slicking the steps from iron to light in all hues as the sound of battle crashes higher up. It would appear Cerberus set upon a band of orcs at night, or the band set on him, and he decided to single-handedly re-enact the battle of Ullanor. He holds one aloft, just over the edge of the stairs, his armor scarred by their cleavers and bows, then casts it down, smashing it into a pulpy, broken mass onto the stairs itself. His armored chest heaves, and he turns, growling in an almost-feral manner as he continues his ascent. Dare you approach?
Floor Twenty-Five: The grey knight stands vigil in the meadow, his massive form suggesting a grim sentinel in an otherwise beautiful place. He appears to be... shocked by it. Completely at a loss of what to do in a place of undespoiled natural beauty which has not been touched by war.
Floor Fifteen: A pale-skinned man one size too large to be human appears to be working dents out of a breastplate using the tools available in the workshop, hammering away at them in a less then adept manner. It would seem he has only enough skill to effect the most basic repairs on his own armor. Care to offer him some advice?

Floor 25
Hello! It's nice to see you again..but what are you thinking about, if you don't mind my asking?
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Floor 25
I see..I'm sorry to hear that you've had to fight for so long that you never saw a place like this. We try not to fight here, since monsters don't come in. It's a small place where you don't have to worry about them..but, you know, we had places like this back home too.
Re: Floor 25
[ He looks down at her, clearly anxious to hear the tale. ]
Floor 25
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As for where I lived, I have no home.
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..I see. I'm sorry to hear that, but I've never heard of Cthonia. I assume it's another planet?
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[ His eyes narrow within his helm. ]
What do you mean... does not exist?
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That's exactly what I mean. We come from alternate universes. In mine, Earth is the only planet humans live on. All of the others are uninhabited by humans.
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[ He seems to emphasize time. After all, not too many people are from the 30,000th year AD. ]
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What happened during those times? I'm not from your universe, so I have no idea what those two things are.
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And we wanted to conquer it, or rather reconquer it, to return the light of secular truth to a galaxy that had been held in the dark of superstition and ignorance for too long.
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I see..however, not all of the aliens could have been terrible, right?
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..I'm sorry to hear that. Why did people think that there was anything wrong with them? After all, not all aliens are bad, just like not all humans are murderers.
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[ He says, feeling a bit gruff. ]
The most numerous xenos species was known as the Orks, which you may know of, since I've seen them in the tower here. Savage green-skins, who live for nothing but war. I do not see how there could be a 'good' one.
And beyond that, there were the Eldar, artists of war, reavers and kidnappers, who would commit acts of piracy and murder, and could depopulate an entire world in a night, or carry them off to their slave pits.
There were other Eldar as well, such as the Exarchs, but they opposed us for reasons we couldn't even understand, because of prophecies and the like.
I have been in the legions for 200 years, and only once did I see a xenos we could have even considered leaving alone. And that was only because they were deadly brutes on a world with no value.
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[Yes, she called immortality a curse.]
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And so they will. They are inimical to all life other than themselves, and see humanity only as something worth fighting. They and things like them are the reason the Legiones Astartes; an organization of warriors like myself, were created.
But don't misunderstand me. Orks don't hate humanity. They like us. We're enjoyable to fight. And that is the whole problem. War is where their entire existence begins and ends. They think of nothing but battle, and it is their religion as well. The greatest triumph I ever took part in was the breaking of the ork empire at Ullanor.
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The majority of them may have fighting built into their culture that they won't ignore or go back on..but there may be some who decide not to, eventually. You may have seen a lot..but you have not have seen it all.
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