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1/26/2016 12:04:18 AM
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[b]his voice breaks[/b]
"You owe us nothing, f-fenrir. Your just as much a brother to me as he was..."
[b]he throws some dirt into the fire, putting it out. He walks toward the cabin [/b]
"Please, come in. I owe you atleast a place to stay for the trek out here, as well as how many times you saved him..."
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Edited by Sanctus Caesar: 1/26/2016 12:13:39 AM[spoiler]Why is everyone dying?)[/spoiler] *Fenrir enters with John.* "So why did you become a Shephard, John?"
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Edited by Cosmic: 1/26/2016 12:18:54 AM"Well... When Luke formed them, I was right there alongside him... Now I'm all that remains of the original 4 Shepards. Luke is dead, so is Willow, and no one knows what happened to Caroline, so I guess I'm just kinda the heir to the throne... I always longed to be a leader of something, now I know... It's lonely at the top.." [b]he makes two mugs of coffee and tries to hand one to you. [/b] [spoiler]idk, I felt like Shepard should have been killed though, his story arc was really... Long.[/spoiler]
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*Fenrir accepts the coffee.* "If ever you need help," *he hands him a match,* "light this match, and I will be there, if at all possible. It is reusable for any number of times, simply blow it out and relight it. I was actually going to give it to Lucas the next time I saw him... Anyways, I told this to Lucas, and I tell it now to you. My true name is Vrael. Vrael Sturmbramd. And though Lucas preferred Fenrir for whatever reason, the offer to call me by name stands."
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"Thank you.. Vrael... For all you did for him... All those times you saved him, all those times you fought alongside him..." [b]he sobs. His whole body convulses and twitches at random [/b]
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*Vrael stands up, and passes a fire of serenity to John, using an ability to inspire that he has discovered in this moment of importance.*
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[b]he stops, a single tear streaming down his face. He looks up, confused, and tilts his head unnaturally far to the side, like a confused dog.[/b] "Wh-what is that?"
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"A gift. I know you need to grieve, but first you need to lead." *Fenrir gestures outside.* "There are men and women out there who are looking to [u]you[/u] to lead them. They are scared, they are doubtful, and they are grieving. They get to. Unfortunately, you don't. You need to put aside your grief and put their concerns first. That is the duty and solidarity of a leader, and it has fallen to you."
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"I understand... Thank you." [b]he walks over to an intercom[/b] "We're taking them down, Shepards. We have declared war against the avatar calling himself a nightmare, yet our fear to him shall be only a daydream.. A fantasy. We will strike back against his forces, weed them out we send their sorry asses screeching back to the avatar realm. Arm yourselves, men... We aren't letting him slip through our fingers this time." [b]he walks away from the intercom. Many cheers can be heard throughout the camp.[/b] "Thanks, vrael.... Your an honorable man.. Would you accept our request to recruit you as a Shepard?"
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"No, I will remain a free agent, as I do not yet know my purpose in this galaxy. However, I will declare myself in alliance with the Shephards, and will aid you when I can."
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"Fine... Your welcome anytime, vrael... We trust you." [b]he throws you an old rusty revolver, along with some flares [/b] "Fire that thing off and we'll come running."
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"Thank you." [spoiler]End...for now.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]for now?[/spoiler]
