Eternal
You think back to when you had to “retire” Kane. Different circumstances of course, but he knew when it was time. You know when its time too and the time is now.
However, you aren’t going to accept death so easily. It’s going to have to be earned.
Doesn’t take long before twenty tank babies along with the other two that were involved in the first demonstration come out fully decked out in armor and weapons. Surprisingly the derro didn’t deck them all out in the heaviest body encasing armor they could give them, though there are at least half of them dressed in such a manner. You can’t help notice that the derro didn’t limit their weapons to close combat, you see some with firearms.
“Well here they are! Where the hell are you? Hehehehehehe! Did you lose your nerve and run away already?” Marik says calling out for you.
Then you jump from the top of one of the tanks you climbed up on and bring your sword down on one of the tank babies, and quickly stab another in the throat with your dagger. You take advantage of their confusion by dispatching the ones with gunpowder weapons first. After snatching one of their flintlocks and blowing the head off of one, Marik tries to rally the tank babies with a simple instruction.
“Don’t just stand there letting him massacre the lot of you, kill him!”
You cut down another three and begin to get into battle mode.
“Marik, release more of them!” you shout ducking a mace at your head.
“What?!”
“I said release more of these tank babies! If they’re going to replace me, they need to learn and these aren’t going to be enough to teach that lesson!” you shout back and dispatch the mace wielding tank baby.
You’re too busy fighting to pay too much attention to what Marik is doing, but the sound of several tanks opening up followed by the sound several new footsteps are an indication that he listened to you.
You slay more of them and demand that Marik keep throwing more at you. The tank babies aren’t without skill, but you’re proving to be a little too much for them to handle. Thoughts of “retirement” begin to leave your mind, and this thrill of battle is giving you that renewed incentive to live.
Unfortunately you don’t anticipate your derro host to take matters into his own hands. Seems Marik isn’t pleased with you easily killing off his experiments.
“Svelk loving bastard!” you hear Marik shout and then followed by a shot from a high platform above. The bullet hits you in the side and causes you to fall to the floor. The tank babies that you were currently fighting take advantage of the situation and gleefully stab at you or bludgeon you with maces and clubs.
You try to get back up, but you’re overwhelmed and too badly wounded. Boots stomp and kick your body followed by several blades through your internal organs. You’re finally finished off by another gunshot to your head.
Later on Marik explains to the Emperor that you insisted on fighting fifty of the new eternals to test them and that despite his warnings you were killed in the ensuing melee. If you were still alive you probably would be honored that the Emperor had Marik killed soon afterwards.
However, you aren’t going to accept death so easily. It’s going to have to be earned.
Doesn’t take long before twenty tank babies along with the other two that were involved in the first demonstration come out fully decked out in armor and weapons. Surprisingly the derro didn’t deck them all out in the heaviest body encasing armor they could give them, though there are at least half of them dressed in such a manner. You can’t help notice that the derro didn’t limit their weapons to close combat, you see some with firearms.
“Well here they are! Where the hell are you? Hehehehehehe! Did you lose your nerve and run away already?” Marik says calling out for you.
Then you jump from the top of one of the tanks you climbed up on and bring your sword down on one of the tank babies, and quickly stab another in the throat with your dagger. You take advantage of their confusion by dispatching the ones with gunpowder weapons first. After snatching one of their flintlocks and blowing the head off of one, Marik tries to rally the tank babies with a simple instruction.
“Don’t just stand there letting him massacre the lot of you, kill him!”
You cut down another three and begin to get into battle mode.
“Marik, release more of them!” you shout ducking a mace at your head.
“What?!”
“I said release more of these tank babies! If they’re going to replace me, they need to learn and these aren’t going to be enough to teach that lesson!” you shout back and dispatch the mace wielding tank baby.
You’re too busy fighting to pay too much attention to what Marik is doing, but the sound of several tanks opening up followed by the sound several new footsteps are an indication that he listened to you.
You slay more of them and demand that Marik keep throwing more at you. The tank babies aren’t without skill, but you’re proving to be a little too much for them to handle. Thoughts of “retirement” begin to leave your mind, and this thrill of battle is giving you that renewed incentive to live.
Unfortunately you don’t anticipate your derro host to take matters into his own hands. Seems Marik isn’t pleased with you easily killing off his experiments.
“Svelk loving bastard!” you hear Marik shout and then followed by a shot from a high platform above. The bullet hits you in the side and causes you to fall to the floor. The tank babies that you were currently fighting take advantage of the situation and gleefully stab at you or bludgeon you with maces and clubs.
You try to get back up, but you’re overwhelmed and too badly wounded. Boots stomp and kick your body followed by several blades through your internal organs. You’re finally finished off by another gunshot to your head.
Later on Marik explains to the Emperor that you insisted on fighting fifty of the new eternals to test them and that despite his warnings you were killed in the ensuing melee. If you were still alive you probably would be honored that the Emperor had Marik killed soon afterwards.
