!b0vpMZLBb6 10/10/11(Mon)17:26 No.16583181|
You blearily shake yourself awake. Although you should not need sleep, ever since the sealing, you've been unable to stay 'awake' for much longer than a normal human. Which is odd, but not a dealbreaker for you. Eventually, you're confident you can find a way around it.
You get the feeling that augmenting a being too often will have... disastrous results. You recall that your second wielder, Tomerius, died this way when you accidentally added too much muscle, resulting in a snapped spine.
You look to Dio - she's eating at the moment, some gray gruel.
>>What can you tell me about the time since I was sealed, Dio?
She jumps a little, then relaxes.
"Well, the Eastern Kingdom and this one were always on the... edge of war, as I understand it. I don't know all that much, really, but this country started making weapons, magical ones, to aid their soldiers in case a war broke out."
Ah, you remember - you were made alongside dozens others. Suits of armor, magical chests, sheilds, even money, for spying. You and your brothers marched into war against the East. And you were victorious.
"At the time, we didn't know about the Orcs. We destroyed the kingdom to the east, and, uh, that was that. The weapons were sealed away, so they couldn't be used, even in a civil war. Then the Orcs came, and rolled right over us - our weapons weren't that great, our armies were weak, and our magic was useless - only the paladins even brought any skirmishes to a stalemate, but eventually... They died. Takes a long time to train a paladin."
>>Ah. So that's why...
"Yeah. Orcs're in charge now."
>>Huh. I see...
"They ain't all bad. Some are real nice."