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Xerith_1
Chapter 1 - Episode 5
Location: Urban Sector - Forgotten Alleyway, World of Ruin
Xerith was far from the jungles and swamps of her homeland, sent on a scouting mission, a fool’s errand in her mind, into the heart of the Urban Sector. This was the first time she had walked these crumbling streets, old and ravaged by time. Xerith was conditioned from a young age to never venture beyond the city limits. She grew up on stories that told of brave wanderers who entered the forgotten city, and never returned. This only served to peak her curiosity. She would sit alone in the treetops, dreaming of the day she could see it, walk among its people, and plunder its secrets. One day, her wish came true. Her clan was desperate for supplies and alternative sources of power, a rare commodity in the Cursed Marches, at the end of the world. Xerith was well trained, for a thief. Her cloaking technology allowed her to remain unseen as she traversed the broken landscapes of the Urban Sector, twin pistols at her side. When she finally arrived, Xerith couldn’t help but think; this was not the city she had imagined in her youth. It was much worse.
Settlements were sparse, and didn’t take kindly to her presence. Life was harsh for these Wanderers, every day a struggle for survival. She found no allies here and quite frankly, there was nothing to steal, nothing to plunder. It didn’t take long for Xerith to discover that it was safer to travel under the cover of darkness, as brutish creatures with green skin scavenged the remains during the daylight hours. She had never seen the likes of these creatures before. What were they? Where did they come from? Their armor was strong, and they had an equally strong distaste for Wanderers, like her. Still, she could cover a lot of ground, moving silently among the toppling buildings and decaying roadways.
She was alone. Until one day, a chance meeting, she came across another lone Wanderer, much like herself. For reasons she can’t explain, something drew Xerith to him. He carried with him a single long rifle, and seemed well versed in surviving here. Had he always lived in the Urban Sector? She was intrigued, but feared revealing her intentions to him. Instead, she decided it was best to tail him; perhaps this lone Wanderer could lead her to fulfilling her mission. She stayed close to him, remaining cloaked at all times. He always wandered alone, and stayed away from large settlements. She quickly developed a feeling of safety, knowing she wasn’t alone anymore. On several occasions, Xerith would awaken to the sounds of him stirring in his sleep. It was almost as if, he was talking to someone, in his dreams. Whatever the case, this Wanderer was highly skilled with his weapon and knew how to evade the green-skinned ones. She witnessed it firsthand not long ago. Xerith was unsure if this Wanderer knew where he was going, or if he simply walked along, hoping to find something, or someone. But this day, this day felt different.
The lone Wanderer walked down a faintly lit alleyway. She uncloaked and peered around the corner, a broken structure obscured her from view. The Wanderer took cover; a fully armored green-skin was repairing some kind of old world motor bike. At last. Xerith saw an opportunity, a wealth of supplies just waiting to be plundered. The green-skin would make this task quite difficult, however. She noticed the Wanderer cocking his long rifle, and positioning himself to take the shot. How, she thought to herself. She thought him foolish, the green-skin was armored to the teeth; she failed to see how he was going to.... CRACK! The sound of a bullet whipping through the air forced her to the ground. She looked up in time to see the green-skin’s head nearly disintegrate before her eyes. The bullet met its target, who fell to ground, dead. She had never seen a shot so skilled. A great feeling of respect came over her, who was this Wanderer?
Xerith watched in utter disbelief as the Wanderer claimed his prize, so easily. He must have wanted the motor bike badly enough to risk open conflict with a green-skinned one. She watched as the Wanderer replaced some parts on the motor bike, and then retired inside one of the crumbling stalls, lit by a single burning torch. She waiting for him to fall asleep, and then began scavenging the alleyway. She was interrupted only once, in the middle of the night, by the sounds of his voice. He stirred, dreaming, she couldn’t help but notice that there was something familiar about this. Was he having the same dream, over and over again?
Aftermarket parts are from Brick Forge, Brick Warriors, Brick Arms, Finders Keepers, and Battle Brick
Faves, comments, and feedback are appreciated, thank you!
To be continued....
Xerith_1
Chapter 1 - Episode 5
Location: Urban Sector - Forgotten Alleyway, World of Ruin
Xerith was far from the jungles and swamps of her homeland, sent on a scouting mission, a fool’s errand in her mind, into the heart of the Urban Sector. This was the first time she had walked these crumbling streets, old and ravaged by time. Xerith was conditioned from a young age to never venture beyond the city limits. She grew up on stories that told of brave wanderers who entered the forgotten city, and never returned. This only served to peak her curiosity. She would sit alone in the treetops, dreaming of the day she could see it, walk among its people, and plunder its secrets. One day, her wish came true. Her clan was desperate for supplies and alternative sources of power, a rare commodity in the Cursed Marches, at the end of the world. Xerith was well trained, for a thief. Her cloaking technology allowed her to remain unseen as she traversed the broken landscapes of the Urban Sector, twin pistols at her side. When she finally arrived, Xerith couldn’t help but think; this was not the city she had imagined in her youth. It was much worse.
Settlements were sparse, and didn’t take kindly to her presence. Life was harsh for these Wanderers, every day a struggle for survival. She found no allies here and quite frankly, there was nothing to steal, nothing to plunder. It didn’t take long for Xerith to discover that it was safer to travel under the cover of darkness, as brutish creatures with green skin scavenged the remains during the daylight hours. She had never seen the likes of these creatures before. What were they? Where did they come from? Their armor was strong, and they had an equally strong distaste for Wanderers, like her. Still, she could cover a lot of ground, moving silently among the toppling buildings and decaying roadways.
She was alone. Until one day, a chance meeting, she came across another lone Wanderer, much like herself. For reasons she can’t explain, something drew Xerith to him. He carried with him a single long rifle, and seemed well versed in surviving here. Had he always lived in the Urban Sector? She was intrigued, but feared revealing her intentions to him. Instead, she decided it was best to tail him; perhaps this lone Wanderer could lead her to fulfilling her mission. She stayed close to him, remaining cloaked at all times. He always wandered alone, and stayed away from large settlements. She quickly developed a feeling of safety, knowing she wasn’t alone anymore. On several occasions, Xerith would awaken to the sounds of him stirring in his sleep. It was almost as if, he was talking to someone, in his dreams. Whatever the case, this Wanderer was highly skilled with his weapon and knew how to evade the green-skinned ones. She witnessed it firsthand not long ago. Xerith was unsure if this Wanderer knew where he was going, or if he simply walked along, hoping to find something, or someone. But this day, this day felt different.
The lone Wanderer walked down a faintly lit alleyway. She uncloaked and peered around the corner, a broken structure obscured her from view. The Wanderer took cover; a fully armored green-skin was repairing some kind of old world motor bike. At last. Xerith saw an opportunity, a wealth of supplies just waiting to be plundered. The green-skin would make this task quite difficult, however. She noticed the Wanderer cocking his long rifle, and positioning himself to take the shot. How, she thought to herself. She thought him foolish, the green-skin was armored to the teeth; she failed to see how he was going to.... CRACK! The sound of a bullet whipping through the air forced her to the ground. She looked up in time to see the green-skin’s head nearly disintegrate before her eyes. The bullet met its target, who fell to ground, dead. She had never seen a shot so skilled. A great feeling of respect came over her, who was this Wanderer?
Xerith watched in utter disbelief as the Wanderer claimed his prize, so easily. He must have wanted the motor bike badly enough to risk open conflict with a green-skinned one. She watched as the Wanderer replaced some parts on the motor bike, and then retired inside one of the crumbling stalls, lit by a single burning torch. She waiting for him to fall asleep, and then began scavenging the alleyway. She was interrupted only once, in the middle of the night, by the sounds of his voice. He stirred, dreaming, she couldn’t help but notice that there was something familiar about this. Was he having the same dream, over and over again?
Aftermarket parts are from Brick Forge, Brick Warriors, Brick Arms, Finders Keepers, and Battle Brick
Faves, comments, and feedback are appreciated, thank you!
To be continued....