שוב קטע קטן פרי עטי

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שוב קטע קטן פרי עטי

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- אם אתה משחק אקזלטד, או מתכנן לשחק אי פעם, הקטע הבא מכיל ספוליר מאוד רציני לגבי המטא-פלוט. תקרא קודם את הספר החדש (האוטוכטון). אם המשכת עד כאן, בבקשה! A solid sound of pistons and clockwork cogwheels fills the air, that sweet air- filled with fumes and the sweat of the Populat hurrying to their posts, fulfilling their role in the Great Maker. I can almost see myself standing on the tram lines, slowly walking forth as the trains pass close to me, so close I can feel a brush of wind in the air. But that wind is warm and inviting. I open my eyes and observe the field of dead which lies before me, my men covered in blankets and skins of the strange beast which roam this place they call Creation. What a mockery is this place become after the years of the Great Maker! Is this tortured wasteland is the creation he envisioned? Surely the reign of this so-called Exalted brought forth this horrid open space land, the cold wind, the scorching eyes in the sky and this plague that befalls my many men. Between the bodies walk a single man, nay, no man will stride so emotionless through a field of corpses, he walks through me and I am raged at the look in his eyes, buried deep within his cloaks, only a small glitter is shown of his eyes- but I can feel the smirk his wears beneath his hood, his ragged clothing. I howl at the white eye in the “night sky”, foolish reference for time cycles, and activate my Essence discharge jets, which are integrated in my soles, and I am launched into the air. I had this charm installed after I witnessed the huge open spaces of the Creation, it will never be of such an extraordinary use within the maker! He stops and stare at me, a moment hesitation is all that I need as my forearm open and an Essence Stream Projector is now aiming at the fools head. A moment of hesitation and a flurry of power bolts are lunched toward him, and I think I see him move before the sheer impact of the bolts disperse a large cloud of smoke, sweet smoke, into the air.

 

[JuffoWup]

ההמשך--

שוב אזהרת ספוליר וכו' וכו'... I lose sight of him for a split second and turn my Essence Vision Amplifier, but he is not there! A sudden tug of essence breaks my train of thought and I see him standing on a far away hill, enveloped in an inky darkness, much like Great Makers oil, but in the darkness, I can see something, O’ Great Autochthon I see them! Weeping children in his aura, but they are thin and fragile, as though only a Skeleton wrapped in skin cries for me! I must put a stop to this abomination! This is not one of your creations Great Maker, it’s a mockery created by some sort of sinister force, and I shall put an end to it! When I near him I can hear him chant, and his aura grows stronger, and a moment before I strike the corpses around him wriggle and twitch and my men are rising against me! Their bloated diseased bodies stand between my nemesis and me! Can I strike my men? I must, their soul gems are blank and foggy, clearly this is some sort of puppetry and deception meant to shaken my resolve! I strike at one with my Daiklave, Singing Drone, and he falls; yet his body continues to gnaw at me! I activate my jets again and draw back, I need to think, gather my thoughts. I look down at the wretched bodies of my men and I am filled again with fury against… a sharp pain shatters my thought as I fell the life drained from, the life given to me in the Vats… in all the commotion with the corpses of my men, I forgot about the nemesis. I turn back, his hood is half drawn back and large knife of soulsteel is in hand dripping with my blood. The irony, a soulsteel Alchemical is defeated with a knife of soulsteel. Slowly, my jets stop to function, and my body just refuses to move to my command and we both drop to the ground, from within his hood I think I catch a grin. The bastard.