Fallen From Grace [Closed]
Oct 15, 2015 20:27:53 GMT -6
Post by Augustus Nacht on Oct 15, 2015 20:27:53 GMT -6
Too soon...
He had tried to tell his King...
It was all too soon.
The Druid that had become known as the "Reaper Shepherd" was beyond angry. Beyond sorrowful. The attack upon the City of Heroes was a failure. More than a failure. The bandit horde was beyond broken as the old heroes seemed to appear from the woodwork in support of that damn Sacaen bastard.
Consolidate the power, build the army after. Bide your time. Those were the same things he had said to himself when the potential first presented itself. But no, he had been swept away by Hargus, just like before. He never could control himself when it came to that man. And now everything had gone to hell. The siege was a failure. And even Hargus was now dead and gone once more. And with him, so too was apparently The Tome. Augustus Nacht's pitch black heart broke into a thousand pieces and with it, so too did the restraint that he'd shown before.
He had been pacing back and forth in the office that he'd claimed for his own. But now he slammed his fists into a table, cursing and decrying everything in this world. His tone reached a fevered pitch and finally, he flipped the table over entirely, throwing it up against the stone wall before it clattered onto the floor with a loud bang. Not a moment later and he practically collapsed into the chair behind his desk. Everything that he had worked for, everything that he had done to work towards gaining favor with Hargus, including bringing him back from the dead.
It was all meaningless now.
"This rage gets you nowhere." A gruff voice spoke up as Georg appeared at the doorway. The former soldier bore a few new scars from their failed siege. Even now, he remained loyal to Nacht. The Druid was not sure why. Perhaps it was because of the power he once wielded. Perhaps it was because he simply had nowhere else to go now after their failure.
"And what do you suggest?"
"Look for a new power source, duh." A feminine voice cut in this time, as the smaller Sacaen Sage appeared. Saleena was a surprise for Nacht, truth be told. He wondered still why she stuck around. With the way she had behaved during the siege, the Druid would have expected to learn that she burned in her own flames as the city burned during their efforts.
"And how am I supposed to do that?"
Nacht was quickly growing pissed at the entire situation once more. They had been sitting, hiding out now for... how long was it? A year? Had an entire year already passed since that failure? And had they to show for it? It was just them now. The trio of former Ruinz Bandits that now stood as the very last of their group. Arguably the last of their entire damn kind in this forsaken country.
At last, the green haired Druid pressed a thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself. He... he had to think. No more wallowing in despair. For whatever reason, these two believed in him still. The Reaper would rise again. This Nacht swore. And then he'd finally have revenge. Revenge against Kenshin, against Richter, against that rider who was the one that killed Hargus for the second time.
He would have his revenge against all of Elibe.
And then he remembered something. A word on the wind. A new discovery that the last few bandits who had followed him before deserting as well talked about. An island of mysterious origin, filled with mystery and intrigue. As well as forgotten treasures. And that meant...
"Georg. Saleena. We're going on a trip."
He had tried to tell his King...
It was all too soon.
The Druid that had become known as the "Reaper Shepherd" was beyond angry. Beyond sorrowful. The attack upon the City of Heroes was a failure. More than a failure. The bandit horde was beyond broken as the old heroes seemed to appear from the woodwork in support of that damn Sacaen bastard.
Consolidate the power, build the army after. Bide your time. Those were the same things he had said to himself when the potential first presented itself. But no, he had been swept away by Hargus, just like before. He never could control himself when it came to that man. And now everything had gone to hell. The siege was a failure. And even Hargus was now dead and gone once more. And with him, so too was apparently The Tome. Augustus Nacht's pitch black heart broke into a thousand pieces and with it, so too did the restraint that he'd shown before.
He had been pacing back and forth in the office that he'd claimed for his own. But now he slammed his fists into a table, cursing and decrying everything in this world. His tone reached a fevered pitch and finally, he flipped the table over entirely, throwing it up against the stone wall before it clattered onto the floor with a loud bang. Not a moment later and he practically collapsed into the chair behind his desk. Everything that he had worked for, everything that he had done to work towards gaining favor with Hargus, including bringing him back from the dead.
It was all meaningless now.
"This rage gets you nowhere." A gruff voice spoke up as Georg appeared at the doorway. The former soldier bore a few new scars from their failed siege. Even now, he remained loyal to Nacht. The Druid was not sure why. Perhaps it was because of the power he once wielded. Perhaps it was because he simply had nowhere else to go now after their failure.
"And what do you suggest?"
"Look for a new power source, duh." A feminine voice cut in this time, as the smaller Sacaen Sage appeared. Saleena was a surprise for Nacht, truth be told. He wondered still why she stuck around. With the way she had behaved during the siege, the Druid would have expected to learn that she burned in her own flames as the city burned during their efforts.
"And how am I supposed to do that?"
Nacht was quickly growing pissed at the entire situation once more. They had been sitting, hiding out now for... how long was it? A year? Had an entire year already passed since that failure? And had they to show for it? It was just them now. The trio of former Ruinz Bandits that now stood as the very last of their group. Arguably the last of their entire damn kind in this forsaken country.
At last, the green haired Druid pressed a thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself. He... he had to think. No more wallowing in despair. For whatever reason, these two believed in him still. The Reaper would rise again. This Nacht swore. And then he'd finally have revenge. Revenge against Kenshin, against Richter, against that rider who was the one that killed Hargus for the second time.
He would have his revenge against all of Elibe.
And then he remembered something. A word on the wind. A new discovery that the last few bandits who had followed him before deserting as well talked about. An island of mysterious origin, filled with mystery and intrigue. As well as forgotten treasures. And that meant...
"Georg. Saleena. We're going on a trip."