Post by golbez on Aug 8, 2012 4:27:15 GMT -5
The Lunar Subterrane. The shining stars shone brightly against the dark sky. All around, except for several mesas, the land was for the most part uninhabited. Barren and deserted, with only pits, cliffs, mesas breaking the landscape. It was an inhospitable world, not suited for anyone who was weak.
One stood, and he was far from weak.
Golbez stood there, looking out at the vast plains and mountains. A mountain of a man, his black armor made him seem like a living void among the starlight. The Blue Planet shone in the distance, somewhat illuminating him. He gazed upon it. There was the land his brother had fought so hard to protect. It was a land he had made for himself, and for his companions, a place where he and everyone he had helped and saved could enjoy.
He knew that one filled with darkness, like him, did not deserve such a fate. His brother was filled with light, and deserved peace. He on the other hand... Well, perhaps he was doomed to wander evermore, to atone for all of his sins.
His cloak rustling, he turned from the Blue Planet... and saw countless Manikins facing him. They bore the shape of warriors he had fought and assisted in the past. But they were nothing more than machines of war. They had no past, present, nor, if Golbez could help it, a future. He often spoke words to those he fought. He counselled them, as those he faced against were those who walked in the light. He may walk in darkness, but that does not mean he could not assist however necessary.
However, despite his sins, Golbez knew his strength. He was a Thaumaturge, a sorcerer of great power. However, he knew he could not prevail against such overwhelming odds. He held no illusions for himself, nor would he allow himself to develop any. Still, if this what his path lead to, and if this is how he might atone, by ridding the worlds of these Manikins without anyone ever knowing what he had done... So be it. That was to be his duty and fate.
"Pieces of ill-begotten creation. You do not belong on this world, or anywhere else," Golbez said calmly, his voice deep and resonating. The Manikins showed no reaction as he began levitating and crossed his hands in front of him. "I will send you all back to the void." He gathered his power as the Manikins began charging. There was no end to the horde.
Golbez's face did not show through his visor, showing only the single yellow light that most had mistaken for his eye. Underneath the helmet, however, Golbez had closed his eyes with the solemnity of a man knowing his fate was fast approaching. He opened them, ready to face the horde. He would not allow any of these creatures to reach the Blue Planet and destroy what his brother had worked so hard to save and protect. Even if no one knew of his deeds, he did what needed to be done. That was all.
"Farewell, Cecil," he said silently. "Although I can never follow you, may you forever walk in the light." With that, three large nodes appeared behind him, and fired lasers into the horde, beginning the battle.
One stood, and he was far from weak.
Golbez stood there, looking out at the vast plains and mountains. A mountain of a man, his black armor made him seem like a living void among the starlight. The Blue Planet shone in the distance, somewhat illuminating him. He gazed upon it. There was the land his brother had fought so hard to protect. It was a land he had made for himself, and for his companions, a place where he and everyone he had helped and saved could enjoy.
He knew that one filled with darkness, like him, did not deserve such a fate. His brother was filled with light, and deserved peace. He on the other hand... Well, perhaps he was doomed to wander evermore, to atone for all of his sins.
His cloak rustling, he turned from the Blue Planet... and saw countless Manikins facing him. They bore the shape of warriors he had fought and assisted in the past. But they were nothing more than machines of war. They had no past, present, nor, if Golbez could help it, a future. He often spoke words to those he fought. He counselled them, as those he faced against were those who walked in the light. He may walk in darkness, but that does not mean he could not assist however necessary.
However, despite his sins, Golbez knew his strength. He was a Thaumaturge, a sorcerer of great power. However, he knew he could not prevail against such overwhelming odds. He held no illusions for himself, nor would he allow himself to develop any. Still, if this what his path lead to, and if this is how he might atone, by ridding the worlds of these Manikins without anyone ever knowing what he had done... So be it. That was to be his duty and fate.
"Pieces of ill-begotten creation. You do not belong on this world, or anywhere else," Golbez said calmly, his voice deep and resonating. The Manikins showed no reaction as he began levitating and crossed his hands in front of him. "I will send you all back to the void." He gathered his power as the Manikins began charging. There was no end to the horde.
Golbez's face did not show through his visor, showing only the single yellow light that most had mistaken for his eye. Underneath the helmet, however, Golbez had closed his eyes with the solemnity of a man knowing his fate was fast approaching. He opened them, ready to face the horde. He would not allow any of these creatures to reach the Blue Planet and destroy what his brother had worked so hard to save and protect. Even if no one knew of his deeds, he did what needed to be done. That was all.
"Farewell, Cecil," he said silently. "Although I can never follow you, may you forever walk in the light." With that, three large nodes appeared behind him, and fired lasers into the horde, beginning the battle.
Finally a Golbeeeeez. ;_; Life is complete.