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5/27/2016 4:12:10 PM
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"do they say something? is it a map? because this seems like a dead end."
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I don't think so, what does your friend say?
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Erik silently looks around at nothing then says. "the one in the middle says something along the lines of transport. And these four," he point to four symbols. "are names. possibly locations?" he looks at you waiting for some sort of input.
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I know this one in the back means Reformation, and this one over here meaning Retribution, so I'd stray away
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Erik walks into the center of the 'transportation' symbol. blue flames ignite around the circular symbol. the rest of the symbols ignite into a brighter blue and slowly lift off the floor and circle erik. "uh, what do I do?"
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I dunno, I've ever seen it before
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"I wasn't talking to you." Erik lifts his right hand, reaches out toward one of the "location" symbols, and hesitantly touches it. the flames flare like someone threw gas on them, Erik becomes engulfed and you're nearly blinded by the light. when the flames finally recede your partner is gone, no sign of him is left.
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Oh, shit. Well, best to do the same. I am fireproof, if he did disintegrate. *Mortar steps up and hits the same symbol*
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as your hand makes contact with the rune pain consumes your body. it feels like you're being stabbed with blades forged seconds before. light fills your eyes and when it fades you're lying in an open room. outside you hear people milling around, some of the voices seem to be speaking different languages. through the colored window to your left you can see what looks to be a marketplace. "feels good doesn't it?"
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I've felt worse, if that's what you mean... Where are we? I'd assume we're still on the ship
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"I believe so, it seems like there's a marketplace outside but I can't get those doors open."
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One moment. *Mortar dissolves into the ground, then reforms on the other side of the door and opens it* Not bad, huh.
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"not bad at all. I bet that comes in handy in a lot of situations." Erik walks past you into the marketplace. people move around like a swarm of bees, seemingly random, but there is a pattern. "although this stuff is nice. I think I could use better armor and weapons. where do you think we could find some?"
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Probably over near there. *In a clearing, there are two people fighting, in heavy armor* I'm gonna try my luck. Don't worry if I die, I'll just be back in two minutes after that
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"alright, good luck." the two of you walk to the fighter. metal slams together filling the air with metallic clanks. an announcer screams over the crowd, challenging anyone brave enough to face one of their opponents.
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*Mortar makes an entrance by dissolving into the ground where he is and forming in the center, his red eyes glowing in the dust*
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"looks like we have a challenger!" the announcer yells, the crowd follows and let's out a roar. then becomes quiet once more. "this brave soul will be facing off against the famous punisheeeerrrr!" the crowd erupts once again as the 'punisher' enters the arena. it is a tall person, about 6' 7". it walks toward you, it's armor plates reminds you of a gladiator mixed with a samurai. in one hand it carries a broad sword and in the other a massive shield. "are the combatants ready?!" the announcer screams again. the both of you nod, keeping an eye on each other. "fight!" the moment the T is said the punisher swings it's sword at your head. the fight begins.
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*Mortar dissolves into the ground and reforms behind him, slicing at his armor* Do not mess with the Gods
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you blade barely leaves a scratch. the punisher swings it's shielded arm around and mocks you back. the crowd erupts once more.
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*Mortar dissolves into the ground before he hits him and Mortar's sword, now a war hammer, is smashed into his head*
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the hammer slams into the punisher a helmet shooting sparks I every direction. he staggers backwards. he's hurt, but still fighting. he steps forward and strikes again with his sword.
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*Mortar jumps with ease. His hammer now becomes a sword again, but gets smaller until it is a dagger. He lends behind the Punisher, knees him hard between the legs and before he can react, Mortar plunges the dagger in an exposed spot between his helmet and the rest of his armor* *The crowd is silent, for a small being of 5'9" seemingly beat the strongest warrior they had*
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after a moment the announcer yells. "we have a winner!" the crowd erupts again, everyone claps and cheers for you. hundreds of eyes watching you. the announcer pulls you to the side. "that was amazing, would you like to be a regular combatant?"
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For the duration I'm here, sure. *Mortar's red eyes blaze with triumph*
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he shakes your hand and continues announcing other matches. "should I take a match and barter for some armor?" you hear someone say from behind. you turn around and see Erik stand.
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Why not?
