The cold desert winds swept across the land as a lone Warden stook with his hands on his side. Behind him a group of Spiral Order Soldiers and Merc's who came to the call of arms. With a down word glance the Warden looked over the paper. Slowly starting to call off names of the men and woman who joined the hunt.
Behind the Warden men and woman alike dressed in Skelly Armor and Mask's, adorned with different head gear and weapons to say what they where stood with hands behind there backs waiting and looking over the soldiers. They did not move, but standing still was enough to make them seem more intimidating then they really are.
"Before I continue reading off the names I would like to say this now to all who wish to listen. You might be asked to do things that are less then honorable and at times will challenge your moral fiber. You may die or may have to dig the grave of the man beside you. This does not mean you are going to die, but the chances of death are high."
The Warden stopped and looked out with his hands behind his back as if looking over everyone rather then just one at a time. His figure was impressive and impending, showing that he was an honorable man. Yet some where on his exposed face showed that he was scared as well. It showed he was telling the truth and unwilling to hold back what he had to say even to a lesser degree.
"To any man or woman, if you wish to leave do so now and we will not petty or look down on you. But rather we will simply nod and respect you."
His face turned grim. "But to those that stay, You will be remembered when everything is said and done. In the next couple of months we will be sending you down to the darker levels of the Clockworks. You will be the front lines and bases which will help us understand the enemy better. This does not just pretain to the Swarm or Gremlins, but to anyone who is called the enemy. If I make my self clear, step forwards and sign your life over."
With that said Daud walked behind the rows of Darkwatch Mercenaries, his tall figure still slightly visible. A Darkwatch Regulator walked forwards with a name chart and a set of keys to return to Haven or any city they wished.
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((So, this is the opening. If your are of a Spiral Order/Mercenary or anything to do with the Spiral Order, you will start in this line up. Else you will start in your respective starting zones.
Slimes: Royal Slime Palace.
Gremlins: Emberlight/Gremlin Kingdom.
Undead: Graveyard, where even the order dare not tread.
Constructs: Depending on who built you.
ETC, you get it. I will update this list when I learn more or get more peoples apps. As for right now we will have to understand one very key thing.
This Story revovles around the choices that are presented by Moderators and my self.
Players are welcome to add defining story if a Moderator says yes, but they will not let it go too far off topic. As far as that goes, have fun, fight each other or help each other. Either way the real enemy is not what we say, it will be the humans who play.))
Matthew stood solemnly, watching each of his comrades turn down the task of fighting the Swarm. They couldn't be blamed, honestly. The Swarm was horrific. Nightmarish. A monster. But why did he stay? He, who was more terrified of the Black Death then all of them combined?
"Carter!" His last friend. His voice trembled as he turned down the mission. The crowd of knights stirred. Matthew looked down at the ground, disappointed.
"Oh wow, another coward."
"We trained for this! What are people doing, turning away?"
To this, Matthew could only watch.
"Matthew!" He frantically looked up towards the Regulator. The man, outfitted in a rather intimidating uniform, spoke again. "Matthew!?"
The crowd snickered again, prepared to see another knight walk away. Matthew, not knowing how to react, raised his arm. Even through the Helm that resembled death itself, one could see that the Regulator had raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, are you prepared to take on the Swarm?" His menacing voice sounded frustrated. Matthew nodded quickly.
The Regulator boomed. "Huh?" Was his eyesight failing?
"Of course!" Now the entire crowd looked in his direction. What, too confident?
Matthew frowned as his signed off his life over. He pulled up his scarf, covering his mouth.
He felt alone.
And annoyed.
((OOC: This seems right. If not, tell me. ._. Seems small enough to not mess up anything.))