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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/27/2017 4:22:10 AM
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"Many things. The Osminum Heirs, and their ascesions. The Worms. The broken worlds. The Deep. The Deathsingers. The system of tribute."
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[i]And have you heard of the tale of the Crossed Kingswords?" [/i]
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"There's only one Hive King, and he's dead. The heart of his sword is apart of my blade."
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[i]"You're wrong. Hive outcasts who didn't support Oryx were thrown out and made their own empire - One with two kings at the head, with interconnected swords. Their sword logic was almost to the strength as Oryx himself, but the two battled one another. Their armies fell and they razed their swords, fusing it into one. That sword is called Chaos Revelant, and I believe I know it. Think about it: One of us could have our own sword world, if we harness their logic." [/i]
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"But when you think about it, aren't Ghosts not that different from it. Similar logic: You die and come back. Except portable, snarky, and some are more clever, unlike Mr. Melodramtic-Ranty."
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[i]"But can you drive a man through with a Ghost? Can you permanently end an enemy of the Light? We already know all we can about the Ghosts - We don't know anything about a Hive Sword, firsthand." [/i]
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"All... that... power... all those answers."
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[i]"Exactly, the answers. Answers to questions asked long ago and far into the future. So, care to come get some answers with me?" [/i]
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"Yes," she replied.
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[i]"Good. Do you have a ship?" [/i]
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"No here, no."
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[i]"How about a Sparrow?" [/i]
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"That I have."
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[i]"Good. Can it fit two?" [/i]
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"Well, if you want the sword so badly, just take the damn sparrow. I mean, I want that much power, but I haven't even mastered Void Light yet. I'm not worthy of the power."
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[i]"Just ride it with me, come on." [/i]
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"Fiiiiiine," she said.
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[i]"Summon your Sparrow outside," he said, walking to the entrance. [/i]
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She walked out, summoning her sparrow.
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[i]Polaris hopped onto the Sparrow with her, and drove the pair of them away from the cave. They traveled for about sixish hours, crossing plains and forests until they reached a barren tundra. They went to the heart of it and found themselves staring upon a ship of Hive make - A tombship, longer than the eye could see and halfway in the ground, tilted on an angle. Fallen and Hive corpses lay strewn on the ground next to a gaping hole in the hull of the ship. Piles of bodies reeked a stench that no Hive could hope to emit naturally: This was a warzone, a battlefield of long past sins. The rotting corpses had been arranged into stacks, but by what? [/i]
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"Oh god that smell!" Phoebe complained.
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"Get over it, we still must push in."
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Ganymede transmatted on her helmet.
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[i]Polaris hopped off of the Sparrow as his Ghost transmatted his helmet on. The white locks of the Warlock had become enveloped within an Obsidian Mind; He progressed further into the building, and his armour swiftly turned a purple shade. Something was up with his Light. [/i]
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She followed, noticing his armor, "Hey, are you alright. Your armor went from blue to violet."
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[i]"I know it did. I'm alright, yes."[/i]
