Makeing Sense of it all (promotion thread) (solo)
Mar 28, 2014 15:31:45 GMT -6
Post by Orcleous on Mar 28, 2014 15:31:45 GMT -6
Novice > Mercenary
The novice sat down and stared at the sky. It had been a while since he first had left home. Being kicked out in order to mediate a bad harvest was not a good feeling. Life was so simple back then. He woke tended to the field and went to sleep. His life was never in danger. He did not have to see people die, nor did he have to end peoples lives himself. Thought in truth the latter gets easier over time. He was not sure if that was a good thing or not.
Speaking of Morals Orcleous was letting his deteriorate. Back on the farm he would never hurt anybody without good reason. Even then he would never go so far as to kill a person. Now he was looking to kill people for gold. He was never this heartless before. Then again he did steal from corpses. The novice looked down at his crimson armor and began to think back to the day he first received it. If there was ever a point in his life that he started to change then that would be the day.
Opportunity and desperation brought him and his crimson armor together. However his morals were the price. Orcleous really started to slip when he entered into that battle. The rebles had forced him to join their forces as a way to pay for his grave robbery. In truth it was more like battlefield robbery, but it did not matter. Orcleous was through into a mission to strike at an Illian town. Fortunately for his unite they arrived late, but they ended up getting into a bloody battle with the Illian retaliation squad. There Orcleous gained his freedom and took control of his own life again. However he was forever scared by the sight of death and blood. The raiders made their escape and Orcleous made his as well. It was in that moment he meet a man he would never forget.
"One only truly lives when another tries to take that life from him. It is in that moment he understands what life truly is." That was the line the man told him before the two parted ways. That line stuck with him as he traveled across the plains.
The novice sat down and stared at the sky. It had been a while since he first had left home. Being kicked out in order to mediate a bad harvest was not a good feeling. Life was so simple back then. He woke tended to the field and went to sleep. His life was never in danger. He did not have to see people die, nor did he have to end peoples lives himself. Thought in truth the latter gets easier over time. He was not sure if that was a good thing or not.
Speaking of Morals Orcleous was letting his deteriorate. Back on the farm he would never hurt anybody without good reason. Even then he would never go so far as to kill a person. Now he was looking to kill people for gold. He was never this heartless before. Then again he did steal from corpses. The novice looked down at his crimson armor and began to think back to the day he first received it. If there was ever a point in his life that he started to change then that would be the day.
Opportunity and desperation brought him and his crimson armor together. However his morals were the price. Orcleous really started to slip when he entered into that battle. The rebles had forced him to join their forces as a way to pay for his grave robbery. In truth it was more like battlefield robbery, but it did not matter. Orcleous was through into a mission to strike at an Illian town. Fortunately for his unite they arrived late, but they ended up getting into a bloody battle with the Illian retaliation squad. There Orcleous gained his freedom and took control of his own life again. However he was forever scared by the sight of death and blood. The raiders made their escape and Orcleous made his as well. It was in that moment he meet a man he would never forget.
"One only truly lives when another tries to take that life from him. It is in that moment he understands what life truly is." That was the line the man told him before the two parted ways. That line stuck with him as he traveled across the plains.