Ok, nu weten zowieso 2 spelers wie ik ben. Das cool, maar dat kan beter. Dus we gaan een spelletje spelen!
Ik zei eerder al dat ik meer heb ge RPd, en dan vooral in het engels. En ik heb hier een tekst, geschreven door moi. Een soort introductie tot een all-star battle. Het personage bestaat al. Het is namelijk mijn personage. Aan jullie de taak: lees de tekst, de namen zijn allemaal vervangen door 'NAAM 1' o.i.d, en zoek uit wie ik ben! veel geluk en leesplezier!
Waarschuwing, moeilijk lange tekst volgt!
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Ik zei eerder al dat ik meer heb ge RPd, en dan vooral in het engels. En ik heb hier een tekst, geschreven door moi. Een soort introductie tot een all-star battle. Het personage bestaat al. Het is namelijk mijn personage. Aan jullie de taak: lees de tekst, de namen zijn allemaal vervangen door 'NAAM 1' o.i.d, en zoek uit wie ik ben! veel geluk en leesplezier!
Waarschuwing, moeilijk lange tekst volgt!
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- "So, he's hearing the Voice again, is he now?"
"Yes, he is, and i fear for his sanity, i really do.."
"You are right to do so pup, He's the last link you've got with the humans in your little church, gheheh"
"This is No laughing matter NAAM 3, he is going insane and soon he'll start turning on us! And you know very well what he can do!"
"I am well aware of the destruction my weapon can do, thank you very much, pup"
NAAM 2 scoffed and turned around facing the marble wall in the great hall of the Monastery. "I know i'm young compared to other demons, you don't have to stick to that dreadful nickname, you know?"
NAAM 3 rose a bit in his throne, his wings spread a little to attain a more comfortable position. "You have grown, i'll give you that much. But i'll keep calling you pup until you finally stop acting like one! Talking about your enforcer like this, being worried is allright, but you keep on nagging me about this, it drives me insane!"
"Then don't let him go! For the love of the Gods, NAAM 3, You cant make him go out on this assignment, not now his mental condition is so unstable! He could very well put a hole in the barrier from where he's going! Let someone else do this, you have plenty of monks here doing nothing but train, this could be a good field assignment for them!"
NAAM 3 stoop up, spread his wings and slammed his clawed fist against his golden breastplate.
"I am The lord an Master here, I am one of NUMMER, and when I want to use my Servant, i will use him, you understand me pup?!?"
NAAM 2 froze up. He was right. He had the right. But this was wrong. He couldn't just...
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a gong. A man strode into the hall, shadowed by monks, faces shaded by their large hoods. The man wore blue, white and black, unusual colours, as everyone in the monastery wore Black, and sometimes Crimson. As he laid his fist on the ground in a kneeling position, the marble floor underneath him cracked. NAAM 3 eyes widened just for second, unnoticed by everyone but NAAM 2. He was surprised. The growth, and the sheer Power.
"I have a Task for you, DING."
The man looked up, brown eyes shined trough his blond hair.
"what is it that NUMMER wish from me?"
"Something is walking alongside the barrier. Not close enough to damage it, but close enough to make NAAM 4 tense. We want you to find this thing, and destroy it, along with everything he attracts there. Understand?"
"Yes, my lord. I will go."
With those simple words, the man left the hall. NAAM 3 sank back into his Throne, exhaling loudly. He waved the monks who were still standing in the hall away, and turned his red eyes onto NAAM 2.
"If you want to speak with that one, i suggest you do it fast..."
NAAM 2 turned and left, first walking, then suddenly running in the same direction NAAM 1 went.
NAAM 1 loved the air whizzing by as he ran across mountain tops. His speed was maintained by the little bits of Power he left behind his feet. Suddenly he felt a different kind of power. Earth magic, with a demonic touch. NAAM 2 was too predictable, his signature was too obvious. NAAM 1 stopped on a top with a nice view. The sun was high in the sky, a perfect day of running and jumping around, being careless for a second.
"we need to talk"
"you need to stop interrupting me when im going on assignments, My lord.."
NAAM 2 sighed and created a seat for himself. He knew Berend would want to continue.
"I'll make this brief then. Be careful."
" you're kidding right? You're telling me, the glorified blunt instrument, to be careful? I told you NAAM 2, i'm a weapon. Im only usefull when im stronger than the things i hit. If i break, it means im not strong enough and i deserve to die. It's really simple you know."
NAAM 2 grew silent there. He knew enough remarks to make him be the quiet one, but this was different. A sense of absolution. Life was simple for NAAM 1. His life was a complicated mess filled with intrigue, shadows, doubt, power struggle, war, etc. But NAAM 1 just did what he had to do. A life to aspire to.
"Fine. Go. Don't destroy the barrier while you're there!"
NAAM 1 jumped up. a faint "no promises" came from the next mountain top as Berend landed there. NAAM 2 could still feel the traces of Power in the air.
Naam 1 arrived at the spot he needed to be. Beautiful hills and little streams filled this land so close to the barrier. It was uncanny how weird this was. NAAM 1 had the 'pleasure' of having a look inside the void once. It was not pretty, that much was clear.
"Time to patrol, search and destroy then. Best do this quick, so i can go back to tri-
USE THE POWER. DESTROY THE BARRIER. YOU'RE SO CLOSE. DO IT. FREE ME. I'LL GIVE YOU YOUR HEARTS DESIRE
NAAM 1 fell to his knees. The voice, it came so sudden, with a wave of nausea to finish it of. Just perfect. But as quick as it came, it also went away. With a look of anguish, NAAM 1 started to run along the hills.
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