Several Months Ago…
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Blood was filling his armor. He knew the feeling, broken bones poking through his skin. But he couldn’t feel pain. Not anymore. He needed several healers to take care of him, if not his body would eventually shut down and he’d die. The thought of dying did not bother him though. It was the thought of not getting revenge. The bard and his two friends could not best him in combat. Instead they resorted to trickery and sent him out through that hole in the building. When he woke up, he felt shattered and knew that his femur and elbow were completely shattered. The fact that he was able to walk and limp through the shroud was incredible. He supposed it was the benefit of not being able to feel anything. He continued walking till he got to a village, the blood lust and anger was boiling in him. However before he could take it out on them, he passed out.
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When the Tower awoke he was out of his armor and wrapped up in bandages. He felt ashamed as he was naked for the first time in a long time. The tower never removed his armor, he did everything in it. It was his home, his stronghold. Now the horrible flayed skin all over his body, the burns, the bruises, the pieces of missing muscle were on display for the world. He tried to scream in anger but felt too weak. How long had he been out? A Elezen female gasped as she saw him awake and ran to get aid. The Tower was angry, they’d pay for stripping him of his armor. They’d all pay. He closed his eyes and rested, he needed energy.
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Three Months Pass…
 He opened his eyes and felt stronger this time. These stupid villagers had fed him, bathe him, and brought him back to full health.
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The Elezen woman smiled and put a hand gently on his chest as if to comfort him, “Rest ser…you need not worry. You have clearly been through so much. Once you are fully healed, you may rise.â€
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The tower grinned wickedly and wrapped his massive hands around her neck. The woman’s eyes grew wide in fear, a fear that made his blood rise, the thrill of the hunt. He continued to squeeze till she was about to pass into the next life before letting her go. The Elezen held her throat and gasped for breath as she was on her knees. He grinned and got up off the bed. As he examined the room he spotted his home, his life, his treasure. The gleaming black armor. He spoke in his voice that sounded of stones being smashed together, “Put my armor on me girl and I’ll let you live.†The Elezen woman recovering from the choking shivered and nodded. She would quickly put on his cruel black armor while he stayed perfectly still, contemplating what he was going to do. Never before had he been injured badly enough to be out of commission for so long. It was all their faults, that thought enraged him further.
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When the woman was done he got up and put his helmet on.That anger, hatred, and violence was building up so fast. It was growing stronger by the second. He needed an outlet. He needed to feed the destruction and chaos. The Elezen woman cowered back as he turned to face her, “Y-y-you said you’d let me live.â€
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The tower chuckled behind his helmet and gripped his axe angrily, “I lied.â€
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As the hours passed he slaughtered that small town. Men, Women, Children, and even the animals were not spared. It was glorious to him, oh so glorious.
FFXIV Characters:
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
