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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/21/2016 2:08:13 AM
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"What is your answer, Profligate? Will you come to the Legion camp with me? We can give you several opportunities. I understand you hate immortals, yes? Well, we can give you the means to kill them even faster."
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"That depends...." [i]The man said cautiously, not exactly trusting groups of fighters anymore. After a moment of thought, he decided to at least give it a go.[/i] "I'll join... under one condition," [i]He added suddenly.[/i] "You won't be forcing any ideologies on me. I believe whatever the hell I want to believe, and fight for whatever reason I want to fight. I can leave whenever I want," [i]He said, determination clear in his orange eyes, his jaw set.[/i]
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"The Legion asks only that you preform the Legate's tasks. Nothing more." [b]The Explorer was also firm in this.[/b]
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"... I guess I'll take a look, then," [i]The man murmured, cautious evident in his stance.[/i] "Take me to your leader," [i]He said, smiling, in an attempt to break the tension.[/i]
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[b]The Legion Explorer was still dead-faced, emotionless. He had clearly trained to this effect.[/b] "Follow me, then." [b]He began walking to the south, looking back expectantly.[/b]
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[i]The man was following the explorer closely, his orange eyes analyzing his every movement. He'd seen a lot of immortals in his lifetime, and had the generally idea of how they moved, how they held themselves. He eventually decided that the explorer was not immortal, and faced forward, hopeful that maybe this group wasn't a band of corrupt ageless that brainwashed mortals like he.[/i]
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[b]They eventually reach a large camp, surrounded by gigantic metal walls. On top of the walls were many sniper towers, all with two snipers each. There were many people hustling and bustling around, be it slaves, travelers, or Legion troops. They reach a massive wooden gate, where two Prime Decanuses stand.[/b] Decanus: "Please relinquish your weapons before entering, and put on a nullification bracelet."
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[i]The man stared, and did not answer. If anything, the grip on his greatsword only grew tighter.[/i] "Relinquish my weaponry? Over my dead body," [i]He said, still not completely trusting this "Legion".[/i]
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"You will receive them back when you leave. There is plenty of protection here. Do not anger us, and you will be perfectly fine."
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"... fine," [i]The man said, faking submission as he, in one swift motion, spun and slid one longsword sheathe underneath his cloak, which he unsheathed the other and lay down the greatsword. It was a smooth motion, and the hiding of the one longsword was nearly undetectable. [/i]
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[b]One of them hands him a bracelet.[/b] "Put it on."
