Post by Plato on Dec 30, 2016 5:20:41 GMT
Powerlevel: 142,051
How long had he waited for this day, the day he could leave hell forever and escape to freed, to return to the mortal planes and to namak. He had been dead for so long he was starting to curse himself, he should of left sooner. He didn't have any idea what was happing on his homeworld, it could of been a pile of rotting shit for all he knew, though if it was the universe would tremble when he returned, he was not coming back to play nice, he died one he had one shot to escape, if he died agian he may of been stuck in hell for the rest of existence. Considering the arrogance of King Yemma, it was very unlikely he be going to cloud city, not that the wanted too, he found a sort of justice in going to hell. New tides were rising they cramped all the evils in hell and yet did nothing to stop their escape, they just let it happen, why? It seemed to idiotic to throw them in a cell and do nothing to stop their escape other then some weak ogre's not that they were going to stop him, he already carved a path of death on his way to the portal he seeked. On his journey he had heard about it a interdenominational gate, a gate which could take one to the world of the living. However he needed to get rid of some loose ends first. The ogre's were easy guarding the gates, they stood in his way their weapons drawn but they fell with quick swipes of his blade they would return in short order but one more man still lived.
Plato stopped outside the cave of Gumaro the Kashvarr who began to bond his soul fully with the beast that was manfised in his body, he had promised him to help him escape hell, of course he was not coming with plato. He had a better way of getting him out of hell, he'd take him straight to heaven. He walked inside the kashvarr waiting, "So you've come is our escape secure." The Kashvarr turned as plato nodded, "It is but sadly their is one little issue." The Kashvarr looked at him with some surprise, "what do you me..." He was stopped when he felt blood ripple down his chest he grabbing onto Plato's arm as he stuck a dagger into the Kashvarr black and ghostly heart. Gumaro clutched at him breathing in and out, "W...why...." He said spitting into the blood, "You can't even...kill me." He said as Plato twisted the dagger causing more groans of pain. "It'd be no fun if you felt nothing and died now would it, and i do know how to get rid of loose ends, i don't want anything or anyone to know any weakness i have even ones made by those who are sworn to hide it." He lifted the man by the throat carrying him outside towards the cliff side that hanged at the back of his hutt.
"You know where that drop leads mr....Gumaro." Plato asked with a powerful coldness that made the wind shiver, as the man tried to break his grasp to no success. "It leads to the bottom pits of hell, Mr.Gumaro where all your kind belong, you've hurt me and many others so many times your kind deserve to rot." The Man looked at him with pleading eyes, "my kind are evil yes but i am not, i only wish to study the natural wonders of magic, i had no part in changing you please spare your wrath from me." He coughed out a glob of blood as plato gazed hardened like a cobra as he thought over his coming choices, could he kill that man or would he let him live. His grip lightened on the dagger. He looked in the kashvarr in the eyes trying to read him trying to see if he was a lieing thieving creature like the rest of his kind. Plato saw no lies in his eyes was a truth teller. Plato thought about his desire for a brief moment before dropping the man the dagger still in his gut, "I'm leaving you here to rot don't try and follow me but i'll let you continue your existence prehaps you'll find your own way out, i won't lead a kashvarr to my people i won't make that mistake agian." He turned as Gumaro looked relived to just not of been thrown into a pit. "Each step i take i'll have you in my heart, to know their was at least one of your kind that not complety evil." Plato said with some distaste prehaps not all of them were bad, prehaps murdering most of them was not the thing he should of done, he could of found a better way, maybe they were like him maybe they once created the beast to fight evil and became evil themselves. Perhaps but it was a distance thought.
Plato walked towards the massive purple gap in time and space with piles of defeated ogre's all around he stepping right over them to reach what he seeked. He was going home, to konats and he was going to see what was going on, and kick all foreign powers off the world so it could rule itself without influence. He would not become king agian, he was not meant to rule, he needed to help his people to make sure they could rule themselves and not controlled by others. He wanted them to be free like he was able to choose their own king he had made mistakes but he had time to correct it and that time was now. Plato raced towards the portal leaping inside as he felt his body twist and turn as was thrusted from hell into another heading towards a mortal plane. He didn't know where he'd appear but he knew he was going home.
How long had he waited for this day, the day he could leave hell forever and escape to freed, to return to the mortal planes and to namak. He had been dead for so long he was starting to curse himself, he should of left sooner. He didn't have any idea what was happing on his homeworld, it could of been a pile of rotting shit for all he knew, though if it was the universe would tremble when he returned, he was not coming back to play nice, he died one he had one shot to escape, if he died agian he may of been stuck in hell for the rest of existence. Considering the arrogance of King Yemma, it was very unlikely he be going to cloud city, not that the wanted too, he found a sort of justice in going to hell. New tides were rising they cramped all the evils in hell and yet did nothing to stop their escape, they just let it happen, why? It seemed to idiotic to throw them in a cell and do nothing to stop their escape other then some weak ogre's not that they were going to stop him, he already carved a path of death on his way to the portal he seeked. On his journey he had heard about it a interdenominational gate, a gate which could take one to the world of the living. However he needed to get rid of some loose ends first. The ogre's were easy guarding the gates, they stood in his way their weapons drawn but they fell with quick swipes of his blade they would return in short order but one more man still lived.
Plato stopped outside the cave of Gumaro the Kashvarr who began to bond his soul fully with the beast that was manfised in his body, he had promised him to help him escape hell, of course he was not coming with plato. He had a better way of getting him out of hell, he'd take him straight to heaven. He walked inside the kashvarr waiting, "So you've come is our escape secure." The Kashvarr turned as plato nodded, "It is but sadly their is one little issue." The Kashvarr looked at him with some surprise, "what do you me..." He was stopped when he felt blood ripple down his chest he grabbing onto Plato's arm as he stuck a dagger into the Kashvarr black and ghostly heart. Gumaro clutched at him breathing in and out, "W...why...." He said spitting into the blood, "You can't even...kill me." He said as Plato twisted the dagger causing more groans of pain. "It'd be no fun if you felt nothing and died now would it, and i do know how to get rid of loose ends, i don't want anything or anyone to know any weakness i have even ones made by those who are sworn to hide it." He lifted the man by the throat carrying him outside towards the cliff side that hanged at the back of his hutt.
"You know where that drop leads mr....Gumaro." Plato asked with a powerful coldness that made the wind shiver, as the man tried to break his grasp to no success. "It leads to the bottom pits of hell, Mr.Gumaro where all your kind belong, you've hurt me and many others so many times your kind deserve to rot." The Man looked at him with pleading eyes, "my kind are evil yes but i am not, i only wish to study the natural wonders of magic, i had no part in changing you please spare your wrath from me." He coughed out a glob of blood as plato gazed hardened like a cobra as he thought over his coming choices, could he kill that man or would he let him live. His grip lightened on the dagger. He looked in the kashvarr in the eyes trying to read him trying to see if he was a lieing thieving creature like the rest of his kind. Plato saw no lies in his eyes was a truth teller. Plato thought about his desire for a brief moment before dropping the man the dagger still in his gut, "I'm leaving you here to rot don't try and follow me but i'll let you continue your existence prehaps you'll find your own way out, i won't lead a kashvarr to my people i won't make that mistake agian." He turned as Gumaro looked relived to just not of been thrown into a pit. "Each step i take i'll have you in my heart, to know their was at least one of your kind that not complety evil." Plato said with some distaste prehaps not all of them were bad, prehaps murdering most of them was not the thing he should of done, he could of found a better way, maybe they were like him maybe they once created the beast to fight evil and became evil themselves. Perhaps but it was a distance thought.
Plato walked towards the massive purple gap in time and space with piles of defeated ogre's all around he stepping right over them to reach what he seeked. He was going home, to konats and he was going to see what was going on, and kick all foreign powers off the world so it could rule itself without influence. He would not become king agian, he was not meant to rule, he needed to help his people to make sure they could rule themselves and not controlled by others. He wanted them to be free like he was able to choose their own king he had made mistakes but he had time to correct it and that time was now. Plato raced towards the portal leaping inside as he felt his body twist and turn as was thrusted from hell into another heading towards a mortal plane. He didn't know where he'd appear but he knew he was going home.