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***Last of a Legacy***
For most of his life, Simean was not himself. Ages of distant history cloud his mind and form an almost incomprehensible blur. His alien form did not permit much understanding of the cultures his true people’s legacy spawned. It is for these cultures he draws upon what may be the remainder of his power. But it will all be worth it.
The legacy of of his kin had become corrupt, grotesque. None embodied this more than “Lord” Tzero. Simean was going to see him destroyed. There was no other punishment that could come close to what was deserved.
It had always been Simean’s talent, intentional or not, to destroy things or create such engines. Perhaps with these last few masterpieces he would garner redemption for the atrocities his kin committed across the continent. Whatever the case, he would see it done.
After a long day’s labour, he sat down with a quill and parchment. Thereupon he scribed a letter calling those that rescued him and the local lord together. He had a plan, daring and hopeful; all that was left was to put it to action. He would be returning home for the first time in millennia.
For most of his life, Simean was not himself. Ages of distant history cloud his mind and form an almost incomprehensible blur. His alien form did not permit much understanding of the cultures his true people’s legacy spawned. It is for these cultures he draws upon what may be the remainder of his power. But it will all be worth it.
The legacy of of his kin had become corrupt, grotesque. None embodied this more than “Lord” Tzero. Simean was going to see him destroyed. There was no other punishment that could come close to what was deserved.
It had always been Simean’s talent, intentional or not, to destroy things or create such engines. Perhaps with these last few masterpieces he would garner redemption for the atrocities his kin committed across the continent. Whatever the case, he would see it done.
After a long day’s labour, he sat down with a quill and parchment. Thereupon he scribed a letter calling those that rescued him and the local lord together. He had a plan, daring and hopeful; all that was left was to put it to action. He would be returning home for the first time in millennia.
