Post by garland on Aug 30, 2012 7:28:06 GMT -5
OOC: Adding another villain to the list.
IC:
Endless cycles. Endless battles. Repeating on and on for eternity. Such things would bring a man to despair.
Garland was such a man.
He had been stuck in the War of the Gods for thirteen cycles. Each time, he watched as warriors rose victorious, or were struck down by their opponent. He fought countless men and women, and although they were powerful, none were a match for him. He kept fighting and fighting, his experiences and his knowledge accumulating. Over time, as he fought, he fell into despair, unable to escape this endless conflict. And so, he did the only thing he could do.
He started to enjoy fighting.
He enjoyed the rush of combat, the flow of blood through the veins as one struck a decisive blow, the pounding of one's heart as one dodged a powerful blow. He enjoyed testing his skills against those worthy against his blade, and against those worthy, he enjoyed defeating them, feeling his power grow with each victory.
But when he didn't fight, the despair returned. He had watched as his 'comrades' (he used the term loosely - they only cared about their own petty plans and only cooperated if it furthered their cause) broke away scheming. He remained loyal to Chaos, if only to fulfill his duty to perpetuate the cycle.
He stood at the Edge of Madness, watching as the comets fell into the blasted landscape, Chaos' swords towering even the platform he stood on. He saw the warriors of Cosmos starting to climb up the stairs. They had managed to make it, at last, conquering trial after trial. Now they wished to defeat the God of Discord once and for all. He looked closely. His rival was not there. Did he fall to the Manikins, or to one of his own comrades? He did not know, but he was disappointed. He wished to cross blades with him. No matter. The others will more than make up for that disappointment.
He walked calmly down the stairs, his heavy armor clanking, holding his gigantic sword like it weighed next to nothing. He may despair about the cycles, but he would fulfill his duty. Besides, he may be able to drown out the despair in combat, as he always did. These warriors would prove to be a challenge - something he would relish.
Once he was within hearing range, he spoke, his voice ringing out clearly. "So, you have finally made it at last, warriors of Cosmos," he said. "You stand at the threshold of discord, of Chaos. You have travelled far, and I commend you, but now, you will face defeat here. There is nothing for you behind you, nor in front of you. Nothing shall change in the end, and neither will your fates."
With that, he went into his battle stance, holding his sword behind him and raising one claws gauntlet to his face. "Face me now, if you dare! For I, Garland, will KNOCK YOU ALL DOWN!" With that, he charged.
IC:
Endless cycles. Endless battles. Repeating on and on for eternity. Such things would bring a man to despair.
Garland was such a man.
He had been stuck in the War of the Gods for thirteen cycles. Each time, he watched as warriors rose victorious, or were struck down by their opponent. He fought countless men and women, and although they were powerful, none were a match for him. He kept fighting and fighting, his experiences and his knowledge accumulating. Over time, as he fought, he fell into despair, unable to escape this endless conflict. And so, he did the only thing he could do.
He started to enjoy fighting.
He enjoyed the rush of combat, the flow of blood through the veins as one struck a decisive blow, the pounding of one's heart as one dodged a powerful blow. He enjoyed testing his skills against those worthy against his blade, and against those worthy, he enjoyed defeating them, feeling his power grow with each victory.
But when he didn't fight, the despair returned. He had watched as his 'comrades' (he used the term loosely - they only cared about their own petty plans and only cooperated if it furthered their cause) broke away scheming. He remained loyal to Chaos, if only to fulfill his duty to perpetuate the cycle.
He stood at the Edge of Madness, watching as the comets fell into the blasted landscape, Chaos' swords towering even the platform he stood on. He saw the warriors of Cosmos starting to climb up the stairs. They had managed to make it, at last, conquering trial after trial. Now they wished to defeat the God of Discord once and for all. He looked closely. His rival was not there. Did he fall to the Manikins, or to one of his own comrades? He did not know, but he was disappointed. He wished to cross blades with him. No matter. The others will more than make up for that disappointment.
He walked calmly down the stairs, his heavy armor clanking, holding his gigantic sword like it weighed next to nothing. He may despair about the cycles, but he would fulfill his duty. Besides, he may be able to drown out the despair in combat, as he always did. These warriors would prove to be a challenge - something he would relish.
Once he was within hearing range, he spoke, his voice ringing out clearly. "So, you have finally made it at last, warriors of Cosmos," he said. "You stand at the threshold of discord, of Chaos. You have travelled far, and I commend you, but now, you will face defeat here. There is nothing for you behind you, nor in front of you. Nothing shall change in the end, and neither will your fates."
With that, he went into his battle stance, holding his sword behind him and raising one claws gauntlet to his face. "Face me now, if you dare! For I, Garland, will KNOCK YOU ALL DOWN!" With that, he charged.