Alkesh stood guard knee deep in the red sands, his short, black fur shimmering in the hot desert sun. He wore his guard uniform: red clothes of a loose, silky material and a wide brimmed hat atop his head, all fine tuned to last through the hot Malimore desert. His eyes were narrow as he scanned the horizon for travelers. This was the midway point from the capital of the nation, located in the northeast of the land, and the southern portions of Malimore, which bring in most travelers from the other provinces. As such, this area was the part of the desert which required the most surveillance. To make sure no one tries to smuggle anything in, and to make sure no bandits attack any legitimate merchants or travelers.
Alkesh gripped his spear tighter and ran a digit over the ring on his left hand. If anyone tried to attack, their fate was either the pointy end of his pike or the painful burn of black fire. If his ring, amulet, and other articles of clothing didn't make it obvious, he was a devout follower of the Abyssal Gods. Maim, mainly, as with most in Malimore. His study and worship grants him powerful hexes and dark magic, black fire being the most common.
He looked down to his left hand, his sinister, and summoned a small ball of black fire in his palm. He grimaced, thinking of the disgrace his god had suffered. First, Maim was slain by the Holy Empire, and then his faith was suppressed during how many years of occupation? A hate still brewed in Alkesh's heart over it, despite the territory claims being over for over a decade now. Still, a pain, a hatred yet dwells within him. An anger at the entirety of the Holy Empire for trying to erase his beliefs.
But then, a pride as he looked down at his marks of his belief. He can show them now, no longer having to hide them. No longer will he have to show shame for his faith.
He shook his head, realizing he was getting distracted. He let the fire ball fade away as he went back to surveying his surroundings. He can't let himself get distracted so easily, no matter how deep the hatred or how deep the pride.
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Alkesh gripped his spear tighter and ran a digit over the ring on his left hand. If anyone tried to attack, their fate was either the pointy end of his pike or the painful burn of black fire. If his ring, amulet, and other articles of clothing didn't make it obvious, he was a devout follower of the Abyssal Gods. Maim, mainly, as with most in Malimore. His study and worship grants him powerful hexes and dark magic, black fire being the most common.
He looked down to his left hand, his sinister, and summoned a small ball of black fire in his palm. He grimaced, thinking of the disgrace his god had suffered. First, Maim was slain by the Holy Empire, and then his faith was suppressed during how many years of occupation? A hate still brewed in Alkesh's heart over it, despite the territory claims being over for over a decade now. Still, a pain, a hatred yet dwells within him. An anger at the entirety of the Holy Empire for trying to erase his beliefs.
But then, a pride as he looked down at his marks of his belief. He can show them now, no longer having to hide them. No longer will he have to show shame for his faith.
He shook his head, realizing he was getting distracted. He let the fire ball fade away as he went back to surveying his surroundings. He can't let himself get distracted so easily, no matter how deep the hatred or how deep the pride.
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Rules:
Paragraphs required.
Don't try to make your character deep in my setting. You don't know it's lore.
Stay on topic and in the rp.
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