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29-04-2023, 11:41 PM
((originally posted by Merikh Fyse))
Entry One
A familiar voice reached out through the void
"Stolen..."
Creeping into light in the corner of his mind, a slender figure with a brass cane would continue, his voice ever increasing in intensity:
"Stolen!"
"STOLEN"
Merikh would find himself from asleep to a wake in one heartbeat - jolting upwards wide eyed and trying to hurringly catch his breath. The last embers of his fire, planted firmly in the sands of Socorro, had all but vanished with an abrupt gale of wind.
The young apprentice seemed almost confused, having felt a strange stabbing motion on his chest upon sleeping, taking the time to pat himself down for injuries he was unaware of. Yet naught but a single word came to mind:
"Master.."
He had at this point, a kindling of a feeling. Be it mere coincidence or some sign from the fleeting lifeforce of his master, a peculiar sense of sadness had overtaken the scarred man. Not taking too long to reach for his rough and tattered bag, checking shakily for his holo device. The image of a robed man flickering to life...and with a few mumbled words, what had previously come to him as sadness altered to an overwhelming cauldron of hate.
"...Stolen. From me. My master. My vengeance."
Merikh's eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown, a single vein petruding from his forehead
"TARIMRA! COWARD!"
The holo came to a forced stop as the apprentice dropped it to the sandy floor, raising himself up to stamp on it repeatedly in a fit of rage.
"YOU WON'T ESCAPE ME IN DEATH. I WILL FIND YOU."
[color=white]And so would continue the ramblings of the pissed apprentice...echoing through the lands of socorro like the cries of a womprat.
Entry One
A familiar voice reached out through the void
"Stolen..."
Creeping into light in the corner of his mind, a slender figure with a brass cane would continue, his voice ever increasing in intensity:
"Stolen!"
"STOLEN"
Merikh would find himself from asleep to a wake in one heartbeat - jolting upwards wide eyed and trying to hurringly catch his breath. The last embers of his fire, planted firmly in the sands of Socorro, had all but vanished with an abrupt gale of wind.
The young apprentice seemed almost confused, having felt a strange stabbing motion on his chest upon sleeping, taking the time to pat himself down for injuries he was unaware of. Yet naught but a single word came to mind:
"Master.."
He had at this point, a kindling of a feeling. Be it mere coincidence or some sign from the fleeting lifeforce of his master, a peculiar sense of sadness had overtaken the scarred man. Not taking too long to reach for his rough and tattered bag, checking shakily for his holo device. The image of a robed man flickering to life...and with a few mumbled words, what had previously come to him as sadness altered to an overwhelming cauldron of hate.
"...Stolen. From me. My master. My vengeance."
Merikh's eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown, a single vein petruding from his forehead
"TARIMRA! COWARD!"
The holo came to a forced stop as the apprentice dropped it to the sandy floor, raising himself up to stamp on it repeatedly in a fit of rage.
"YOU WON'T ESCAPE ME IN DEATH. I WILL FIND YOU."
[color=white]And so would continue the ramblings of the pissed apprentice...echoing through the lands of socorro like the cries of a womprat.
