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The Calling

 
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The man woke caught in a primal fear, and soaked in a cold sweat.  The vision of the CHOTA attack still burned in his brain.  As his breathing returned to normal he tried to convince himself it was just a nightmare.  It almost worked till he looked to the horizon and saw the thick smoke rising in the air.
A short ride later confirmed his fears, the camp was destroyed.  Bodies of all sizes littered the ground, no one was spared.  He tried not to look and the smaller ones, as anger rose within him.  Wandering thru the camp, he felt something calling to him.  A desperate need to see if he could help pulsed in the back of his mind.  A few minutes later he found the cause.
She was barely an adult, though all youth was now gone from her soul.  Her body was strung up, by the wrists.  She was burned, beaten, cut, and worse; yet she survived.  Something snapped deep within the man as he cut her down, her weak voice begging him to kill her.
Tending her wounds, and setting her limbs he heard a motor start nearby.  Move to the sound her watched a drunken biker lying next to his bike.  With cold efficiency the man walked up and knocked the biker unconscious.
As the biker came awake he immediately knew something was wrong.  He was bound and hanging by the wrists.  He snarled, “Let me go Fucker, you have no idea who your messing with.”
The man rose and walked calmly to a few feet in front of the bound biker.  In a calm and low voice he spoke, causing the biker to suddenly feel a twinge of fear.  “You are one of the un-holy that ruined all these lives.  You are also the one unlucky enough to be the first to feel the vengeance these people deserve.”  The man stepped aside, revealing the young girl he helped earlier.
The man placed his hand on the girl’s forehead, and his eyes rolled back turning white.  The biker stared shaking, and a cry rose in his throat.  As he started thrashing in his bonds, the biker began begging for mercy.   The unknown man spoke again, his voice sounding in the biker’s mind. 
“You will receive the mercy this child did. Every horror she endured you will feel tenfold.  May God have mercy on your soul, for I shall not.  For the time you have left on this earth, you will bear witness to the beginning of my Crusade.  Traveler, CHOTA and their allies shall feel His vengeance and wrath.  I am the vessel of deliverance.  In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.”
After several hours, the biker stopped screaming.  His body hung limp in the bonds.  The light of life could be seen in his eyes, but there was no mind in the vacant stare.  Leaving the body with a note pinned to it, the man packed the girl into a buggy and drove to Haven.  He pulled in, and was greeted at the infirmary by an elderly, nurse.  “Good to see you again, Mordikahi.  Welcome back.”
((Anyone wishing to “find” the note, Message me here or in game.  Otherwise Hi to all and I’ll see you in game. :) ))

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Fox's picture

((oooohh...this is gonna be fun...))

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Iniya's picture

Oh nice, I enjoyed that :)  As a soon-to-be Lightbearer, I think I'd like to meet Mordikahi sometime :)   Kinda reminds me of this anime I'm watching at the moment actually...

Hugs: There are far too many broken hearts.  Fortunately, anyone can be a mechanic!

Iniya's picture

((Hm, tried to friend you in-game but apparently your name in-game doesn't match your forum name.  PM me sometime, I'd like to talk about RPing with you sometime.  Thanks!))

Hugs: There are far too many broken hearts.  Fortunately, anyone can be a mechanic!

Mordikahi's picture

((No problem.  I'll PM you next time I am in-game.

The best defence agains evil men, are good men skilled at violence.

Ardenn's picture

(( Being a well known CHOTA, we may run across one another some time or another. If Im posting in local, I'm in character, so feel free to randomly glare at me on the street or something ;p ))

Current Status; Fully Operational, Slightly Cheesy

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“I destroy my enemies when I make them my friends”

Lost Bride's picture

(( I agree... sloppy CHOTA deserve to die)


"There was a girl, a girl named Lost. Her eyes, they were like frost" - from the infernal journal of Zane Gore

Robert Angus's picture

"In Vino Veritas"   *takes a long swig of his scotch*  "Age quod agis"

Mordikahi's picture

Ab igne ignem capere *raises a glass of wine* A Deo rex, a rege lex :)

The best defence agains evil men, are good men skilled at violence.

Robert Angus's picture

Credat Judaeus apella, non ego  *pats his gun*  Enentus stultorum magister

Mordikahi's picture

In pace requiescat, meum amicus. *bows lightly*

The best defence agains evil men, are good men skilled at violence.

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Aerinn's picture

((*places a wax hat on Mordikahi's head and lights the wick sticking up from the middle* Roman candle! Heeheehee! *runs away*))

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Robert Angus's picture

*spies the note on the dead bikers body,  read the sacrenent..then smirks*  Damn CoG flaggies...nother religious maniac on the loose.



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