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Guruk Shamad
Necropolis - Walking Toward the Prison
Guruk had left the Sanctuary with the appearance of the newcomers and the man-child. He did not care for getting to know the mysterious woman who had risen from the dead or the woman who had arrived with Wroth. Even thinking of the man-child's name sent an anger through Guruk and surely there was more reason to it other than him bringing harm to his dearest friend. The man-child, a stain on Terrestria; a road block to Aditi's return. That's right, he is but a piece of garbage that needs to be disposed of. A piece of garbage that caused Maric horrendous turmoil. A noise tickled Guruk's ears, there was a voice in the distance and the half-orc stopped in his tracks as he listened intently, trying to narrow down its location. They were not coming from in front of him, the direction of the prison; rather, they were coming from behind him. Is someone following me? Guruk questioned, his body turning to face the direction of the voice as if to better distinguish it.
"Legion!"
The man-child's voice cut through Guruk's thoughts as he heard it echo through his ear drum. The stain was in Necropolis, but who was Legion? There was only one voice. Is the garbage talking to himself? The half-orc wondered. Surely he didn't follow me here, that would be stupid. He remembers how I threw him across the square as if he weighed nothing, but then again... he is not the brightest daemon I have met. Maybe this is an interesting turn of events that I can benefit from. Here we are, in the middle of nowhere... only the land you walk upon would know that I have spilled your blood. Guruk grinned and headed in the direction the voice came from to seize the opportunity presented to him.
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Necropolis - Walking Toward the Prison
Guruk had left the Sanctuary with the appearance of the newcomers and the man-child. He did not care for getting to know the mysterious woman who had risen from the dead or the woman who had arrived with Wroth. Even thinking of the man-child's name sent an anger through Guruk and surely there was more reason to it other than him bringing harm to his dearest friend. The man-child, a stain on Terrestria; a road block to Aditi's return. That's right, he is but a piece of garbage that needs to be disposed of. A piece of garbage that caused Maric horrendous turmoil. A noise tickled Guruk's ears, there was a voice in the distance and the half-orc stopped in his tracks as he listened intently, trying to narrow down its location. They were not coming from in front of him, the direction of the prison; rather, they were coming from behind him. Is someone following me? Guruk questioned, his body turning to face the direction of the voice as if to better distinguish it.
"Legion!"
The man-child's voice cut through Guruk's thoughts as he heard it echo through his ear drum. The stain was in Necropolis, but who was Legion? There was only one voice. Is the garbage talking to himself? The half-orc wondered. Surely he didn't follow me here, that would be stupid. He remembers how I threw him across the square as if he weighed nothing, but then again... he is not the brightest daemon I have met. Maybe this is an interesting turn of events that I can benefit from. Here we are, in the middle of nowhere... only the land you walk upon would know that I have spilled your blood. Guruk grinned and headed in the direction the voice came from to seize the opportunity presented to him.
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