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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by BrandRobKus:
7/18/2016 1:03:55 PM
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*At the gates of the Dojo, a man walks up. He seems to be of some importance, those of the Old Underworld (Before Mortar's father took over and created the Royal Underworld) would recognize him upon sight. As for those who don't swear that they saw him at Mortar's funeral.*
*This man certainly looks interesting; he is a 6'4", Caucasian male with dull grey eyes, white irises, and dull grey pupils. His armor seems to be made up of a white chainmail with bronze colored metal plates welded on it. It was flexible because of the chainmail under it, which makes him MORE of a threat. His helmet is held in his hand, resembling the face of a xenomorph. But instead of the elongated head, it has a blood red feather with white spots on it, the blood color to obviously symbolize the blood shed and loss of so many allies and enemies, and the white for the victory and honor that rises from it. He has a sheath on his back for a sword more than four feet long. You can't exactly tell what's inside, but it's valuable and somehow familiar.*
*As the man approaches the gates, he puts his helmet on, and knocks three times, each one vibrating loud and clear through the whole dojo*
[spoiler]Open to all, hope you like Mortar's replacement![/spoiler]
English
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"Anri. You seem new, although the sword is...familiar. That is Mortar's sword, yes?"
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*Caesar nods* You knew Mortar?
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"In a way, yes. My entire dimension considered him a hero. A savior."
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hmm... Well, good to know that he was doing good.
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"Yes, he was. Until the...incident in the arena... He overpowered himself against Smough and ended up..."
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Say no more, I have heard of his death. Which is why I have his blade. Sort of a way to let him live on.
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"He seemed like a good person. Helpful, kind. Atleast, I knew him as that type."
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He was noble, and seemed to like to help people. Few people are like this nowadays. He will be missed.
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"Agreed. So...where did you come from? I've never seen armor like...that."
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I was from the Old Underworld. It was a great place before Mortar's father killed all of my family, with me as the exception, because they couldn't find me. His father created the Royal Underworld. So I swore revenge on the family. The first war beasts destroyed my arms and legs, so all my limbs are prosthetic. Mortar grew up to be the strongest of them all, so I sided with him when he revolted against his dad. As for my armor? The plates are a valhite adamantium alloy. The chainmail is valhite, except for the chains under the plates. Those are carbon fiber. Under this is a heat proof gel that can cushion blows.
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"Hmm. Interesting..."
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I guess. Eh, it's normal for me
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"I've dealt with the loss of my entire family too. Along with a dear friend."
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I'm sorry, I did not know.
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"No, no...you're fine."
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*Caesar nods* So...
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"Yes?"
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I dunno, I think this conversation has just been... warn down.
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"Hmm. You wanna hear my story?"
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Why not. I've got time to kill. *Caesar sits down, looking around* So long as Cyan doesn't see me.
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"Why is it bad if Cyan sees you?"
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Considering I tried to kill her family...
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"Oh...right."
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Please, tell me.
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"My story? Very well. Started out as a villager. Not even 8 when my entire village was captured by the Cathedral of the Deep, a sick group of priests that had gone from keeping the Deep locked away to worshipping it. They sacrificed us to...Aldrich. A cannibal... Along with another child named Horace, I escaped. And left all of the others behind..."
