10-02-2016, 09:44 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
Once he had been a man devoted to heavy mists and thick pine forests; canyon walls that echoed with even the smallest sounds. He had loved that valley more than life itself and served it unconditionally. But the memories and emotions that had gripped his heart and mind like a choker chain had been released (or rather obliterated) when Carnage had given him back his powers. The searing hot pain of magic changing the very structure of his DNA had in effect deleted all such former ties. Now there was only this land and his almighty God. A God that defied the obnoxious fairies and their fear-mongering antics. He can’t remember the whole story, but it hurts to think about so he simply moves forward. What other option does he have anyway?
She speaks the god’s name in recognition and this pleases him. He will not have to explain further. She seems to shine amid the desolation, a black diamond in the rough. She will do well here. He knows in time the land will become green and fruitful but the true test was now, when the potential was hard to see. He would serve the land and build it up now when it needed him most. This is why Carnage had given him back his powers and he would not disappoint him.
She breaks into his thoughts by asking where to start. He looks around and shrugs his heavy shoulders. “The same place as anywhere, I suppose” He says quietly. “Recruit, meet the others, prepare yourself to defend the land.” The list sounds so boring, so typical. Not at all how he felt it should be. “On top of that, try to bring life to the land however you can. It is our gift from Carnage, so we are tasked with being good stewards.” He eyes here now, wondering if any powers were stripped from her as well. Even if she weren’t a weather-changing flower creature she could do little things to breathe life into the barren rock. They all could.
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