All the Roads...

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I am Servius Bellator.

I am the Warmaster of my people upon Meranthe.

I feel tired. No less hopeful mind you but I feel tired. Things have not been the same since I left the homeland of Doria, this outside world that Aen has no grasp on is nothing short of barbaric, uncouth, and unhinged. When I first landed here I had no love for these people, for what they had done to our Motherland of Aen, Glory to its name. I saw the infection of the Witchcraft, of that tainted Unholy Magic... the Undead that roams. The creeping darkness touched every inch of the land in Meranthe. Demons that made themselves known without any threat against them...

I hated it.

I hated living on such vile soil.

I hated Meranthe.

...

...Years passed.

More of my people joined me, First, it was Aris, Vaso, Aemilio, Servilia, Astraea... and...

It started to feel like home. As if we belonged somewhere- not in war, not in combat- but we had our own people surrounding us. We got into a few fights with the undead well beyond when we should have, we tried to attack demons that harbored such grand strength against us-

We found ourselves bonding with the locals, laughing with them, and breaking bread with them. Being... alive with them. They saw us for who we are, and we started to see them for what they are. I don't agree with everything on this land but...

Was Aen Wrong?

Our bonds grew, and their call for aid was heard. In the glory of Mardi did we answer!

We even fought a Primordial being.

I felt as if we could take on the world.

Death followed us so soon after.

I almost lost someone, someone I hold dear to my heart.

And then?

My star's light faded from me- into a roaring flame of pitch.

More and more did tension rise and boil over. My own kin fighting one another, I found myself fighting them too...

Am I worthy of being Warmaster?


Am I worthy to lead my people?

Am I worthy...

To go home?

Ualdir, bless me with your flame.

Mardi, guide me in what I must do.

I must become worthy...

No matter the cost.

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[PastaTM]

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Is this some kind of cruel test, Ualdir?

We harbored a victory over the Demonic forces.

We fought hard, we fought bravely, we fought in your name.

Yet you take my Fiancee from me?

Yet you take my Sister from me?

Have I not given everything to you?

We arrived on Meranthe ready for war and war we have fought, but we are not many. We are but few of your children and I cannot take the weight of the world all on my own.

I am one man.

Is this what it must take to be seen as your second son?

When will you give me a sign that I am doing something right, when will you tell me that you see me?

Answer my Prayers! Hear my voice! My Plea to be guided!

I have given you EVERYTHING.

I have nothing left to give you.

Lend me your strength.

Lend me your wisdom.

I cannot carry the weight of the world on my shoulders anymore.

I'm so tired.

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[PastaTM]

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I won.

Do you think that will stop me now?

Do you think this is where mine wrath ends?

You did this to me.

Now you will burn for it.

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