« Last post by Tusserk on September 24, 2016, 09:59:18 PM »
“As soon as the sky burns with fire, a surrender shall mark the age of the overthrowing of royalty.”
Paladin First-Class Sismus Einn let his gaze drop as the words of the prophecy left his lips. The beacon ships of the Lizor Confederacy had penetrated the atmosphere above the Temple of Black Sails, their brilliant beacons lighting the sky. A signal of the end of his way of life. The war would continue and the Paladins of the temple guard would continue to fight but they all knew the prophecy, the end of the royal class and the birth of a new age.
His gaze descended down the chasm before him and his enhanced eyes picked out the figures below in their tell-tale armor, Paladins setting up defense batteries to continue the assault on the beacon ships. Destroy enough of the beacons and the Confederacy would be making blind jumps from orbit, no signal to lock onto, no reinforcements to swell the massive number of troops that would be dying as the temple guard rushed to defend the temple.
Hefting his shadowcaster, a Paladins iconic rifle, Sismus made his way to the bridge that led to the entrance of the temple. His life for the preservation of decadence, as it is was etched into his DNA and encoded into his enhancements. As it had always been with every Paladin.