Be Prepared [Open]
Feb 5, 2017 21:59:00 GMT -6
Post by Scar on Feb 5, 2017 21:59:00 GMT -6
This world is ruled by might. The strongest makes the rules. The weak are forced to obey. The strong are the ones who are right and the weak are the ones who are wrong. With this idea in mind weakness can be considered a sin. It is evil to be weak and it is good to be strong. This was Scar's creed. The very code that he lived his life by. The Lion knew only how to hunt, how to fight, and how to dominate. He did not know the pain of weakness, no, to be more exact he refused to know the pain of weakness. He refused to be a servant to anyone. That was why he killed his father and why now he was forced off his home. Fleeing homeland by boat and with no coin of his own it was only natural that Scar ended up in one of the worst places on the mainland, Eburacum, a fearsome and deadly mining region consoled by slavers and pirates. it was no place for any mortal and certainly no place for Scar.
The weak do not have the right to complain about the strong. That is the natural order of things, thought the Lion as he sat atop a mountain. A broken man sat under his paw and crimson blood flowed down the face of the rock. A whip dangled from the cliff side and a group of slaves clang to the wall hoping to go unnoticed as freedom sat only a few feet away, but guarded by a fearsome Lion.
Scar came to the mainland though a ship that sold human flesh. At the time he had sold his services as a martial artist and a extra hand on the voyage. Once he arrived in the mainland Scar's employers decided that they did not need another employee, but rather extra merchandise. That was there first mistake.
A few minutes before
"Good job, Scar", spoke a sea dog as he patted the cloaked martial artist on the back. the Lion took offense to the jester, he did not like being touched by these filthy humans, but he kept his anger inside. It was part of the job and Scar needed the transport. They had arrived on the Island as scheduled, but things were different. The crew acted different. They smelled different, and there scent was that of blood. Scar was on edge. He was expecting trouble, but he did not know where it was coming from.
"It is not like I did much work", grumbled Scar as the slaves were being unloaded from the ship. He did not feel any sympathy toward them, but a uneasy feeling would not leave his bones. It was the same way he felt before any ambush he had ever walked into on Vinland. However this was the world of weak men. They were no threat to him, the strong, but yet he kept feeling uneasy. Maybe it was because he was in his disguise. Maybe it was due to him being weaker than he normally was. This form was so vulnerable.
"None sense my friend", chuckled the captain in a too friendly tone. "Your commanding voice and wide frame kept the dogs in line. We did not even have to throw one of them overboard to the sharks this time. Clearly you have skill at this job."
"Skilled enough to get a permanent place", sneared the vice captain as he pulled out a set of chains.
Scar did not say anything once he saw the irons come out. In his mind these were objects used on the weak. Clearly the man did not plan to place them on him. He was not that foolish.
"Sorry buddy", spoke one of the lesser crew members as he drew his cutlass. He pointed the iron tool towards Scar and gave off a grin so evil that he looked more like a goblin than a actual human. "That position of yours was never a real one. We always sell the extra."
"No hard feelings buddy", timed in another crew member as he drew his axes. "However we ain't going to be splitting the gold into another share."
"You understand right", chuckled the goblin looking pirate. The captain had began to walk away already. This was not the first time he had done this, nor would it be his last. His only regret was that Scar was not a permanent member. As he said before he had talent. However talent did not equal loyalty and dependability. Scar always had a defiant edge to him. He was like a beast, at the moment he was behind the bars of needing a rider, but once he was free, well the captain was not sure what he was going to do. It would be better to get rid of him now than to wake up one day and have Scar causing a mutiny on his ship.
"The weak do not have the right to complain", spoke Scar without moving a muscle. His words and actions caused the pirates to give him a puzzled look, and eventually the goblin pirate broke out into laughter.
"Huh, looks like one of them finally gets it", he laughed as he placed his sword up and took the irons from the vice captain. "Alright buddy stand still while I place the irons on you", spoke the goblin man as he moved to restrain Scar's legs.
"Thus you should not complain about what is about to happen next", spoke Scar as his already crimson eyes flashed with a evil light. As the captain began to walk away he heard a scream like none other. It was a scream that could chill a man to the bones. Turning around swiftly the man opened his eyes to a grotesque spectral. The goblin man's head was pressed onto the ground as Scar's body shifted from Man to beast. The second in command stared in terror as the once martial artist suddenly began to take the form of a massive lion. With a mighty roar Scar shook the courage of the men's hearts and drew the eyes of the slaves departing the inner den of the ship. Scar was finally in his true form.
The weak do not have the right to complain about the strong. That is the natural order of things, thought the Lion as he sat atop a mountain. A broken man sat under his paw and crimson blood flowed down the face of the rock. A whip dangled from the cliff side and a group of slaves clang to the wall hoping to go unnoticed as freedom sat only a few feet away, but guarded by a fearsome Lion.
Scar came to the mainland though a ship that sold human flesh. At the time he had sold his services as a martial artist and a extra hand on the voyage. Once he arrived in the mainland Scar's employers decided that they did not need another employee, but rather extra merchandise. That was there first mistake.
A few minutes before
"Good job, Scar", spoke a sea dog as he patted the cloaked martial artist on the back. the Lion took offense to the jester, he did not like being touched by these filthy humans, but he kept his anger inside. It was part of the job and Scar needed the transport. They had arrived on the Island as scheduled, but things were different. The crew acted different. They smelled different, and there scent was that of blood. Scar was on edge. He was expecting trouble, but he did not know where it was coming from.
"It is not like I did much work", grumbled Scar as the slaves were being unloaded from the ship. He did not feel any sympathy toward them, but a uneasy feeling would not leave his bones. It was the same way he felt before any ambush he had ever walked into on Vinland. However this was the world of weak men. They were no threat to him, the strong, but yet he kept feeling uneasy. Maybe it was because he was in his disguise. Maybe it was due to him being weaker than he normally was. This form was so vulnerable.
"None sense my friend", chuckled the captain in a too friendly tone. "Your commanding voice and wide frame kept the dogs in line. We did not even have to throw one of them overboard to the sharks this time. Clearly you have skill at this job."
"Skilled enough to get a permanent place", sneared the vice captain as he pulled out a set of chains.
Scar did not say anything once he saw the irons come out. In his mind these were objects used on the weak. Clearly the man did not plan to place them on him. He was not that foolish.
"Sorry buddy", spoke one of the lesser crew members as he drew his cutlass. He pointed the iron tool towards Scar and gave off a grin so evil that he looked more like a goblin than a actual human. "That position of yours was never a real one. We always sell the extra."
"No hard feelings buddy", timed in another crew member as he drew his axes. "However we ain't going to be splitting the gold into another share."
"You understand right", chuckled the goblin looking pirate. The captain had began to walk away already. This was not the first time he had done this, nor would it be his last. His only regret was that Scar was not a permanent member. As he said before he had talent. However talent did not equal loyalty and dependability. Scar always had a defiant edge to him. He was like a beast, at the moment he was behind the bars of needing a rider, but once he was free, well the captain was not sure what he was going to do. It would be better to get rid of him now than to wake up one day and have Scar causing a mutiny on his ship.
"The weak do not have the right to complain", spoke Scar without moving a muscle. His words and actions caused the pirates to give him a puzzled look, and eventually the goblin pirate broke out into laughter.
"Huh, looks like one of them finally gets it", he laughed as he placed his sword up and took the irons from the vice captain. "Alright buddy stand still while I place the irons on you", spoke the goblin man as he moved to restrain Scar's legs.
"Thus you should not complain about what is about to happen next", spoke Scar as his already crimson eyes flashed with a evil light. As the captain began to walk away he heard a scream like none other. It was a scream that could chill a man to the bones. Turning around swiftly the man opened his eyes to a grotesque spectral. The goblin man's head was pressed onto the ground as Scar's body shifted from Man to beast. The second in command stared in terror as the once martial artist suddenly began to take the form of a massive lion. With a mighty roar Scar shook the courage of the men's hearts and drew the eyes of the slaves departing the inner den of the ship. Scar was finally in his true form.