Setting
Upon entry of this large facility, an immediate intensity is felt permeating through the halls as knights are kept ready for the sound of alarms. Not only are the soldiers kept rigorously in shape, but technicians continuously monitor and oversee the equipment and weapons keeping them tuned. Casters practice their skills against targets.
Supplied with the latest in hybrid technology, systems not seen elsewhere are seen here, many of which are still untested prototypes. Monitors line the main sections, with varying types of data including the rupture points around the obelisks.
Below the facility is the containment sector, where specimens both living and dead are kept, including the tyrant from another world, slouched in the depths wrapped in chains with an arcane lock, held prisoner in his own corner behind layers of barriers making escape a hopeless idea, even for him.
Supplied with the latest in hybrid technology, systems not seen elsewhere are seen here, many of which are still untested prototypes. Monitors line the main sections, with varying types of data including the rupture points around the obelisks.
Below the facility is the containment sector, where specimens both living and dead are kept, including the tyrant from another world, slouched in the depths wrapped in chains with an arcane lock, held prisoner in his own corner behind layers of barriers making escape a hopeless idea, even for him.
Knighthood of the Adrichal Protectorate
The main base of operations for the knighthood, here men and women are trained together rigorously by teachings passed down by veterans.
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Knighthood of the Adrichal Protectorate is a part of 
Abgrundstadt.
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Lehechalesh [0] "It was not my arrogance that summoned me, and yet here I wither for your mistakes."
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Alexei found a hole in the city wall. That seemed like a good enough place to enter. Preemptively, he put his staff before him and created a shield. Good thing, too, because almost immediately, a projectile struck it. He took a strong stance, covering for some of the more magically inept soldiers as they entered the city. He couldn't stay for too long, though. His position and the bluish hue of the shield made him an appealing target.
And sure enough, a cultist came for him. He was brandishing a heavy pipe, presumably looking to break his shield with force. Alexei sidestepped the strike, broke the shield and cracked the cultist across the head with the staff. He fell to the ground, dead or unconscious, he wasn't sure, but he didn't have time to ponder. He sprinted off to a building a short distance from the initial skirmish, vaulting In through a broken window. Quickly, he scanned the area for wounded comrades. One young KAP member was sitting at the far side of the room, bleeding heavily from a cut all along his face. Luckily, it had missed his eye and head wounds usually looked worse than they were, but his vision was still obscured by blood and his cheek looked bad. Alexei motioned the man over and set to work stopping the bleeding, telling him to stay alert for any cultists who might want to attack while they were vulnerable.
And sure enough, a cultist came for him. He was brandishing a heavy pipe, presumably looking to break his shield with force. Alexei sidestepped the strike, broke the shield and cracked the cultist across the head with the staff. He fell to the ground, dead or unconscious, he wasn't sure, but he didn't have time to ponder. He sprinted off to a building a short distance from the initial skirmish, vaulting In through a broken window. Quickly, he scanned the area for wounded comrades. One young KAP member was sitting at the far side of the room, bleeding heavily from a cut all along his face. Luckily, it had missed his eye and head wounds usually looked worse than they were, but his vision was still obscured by blood and his cheek looked bad. Alexei motioned the man over and set to work stopping the bleeding, telling him to stay alert for any cultists who might want to attack while they were vulnerable.
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He had forgot just how stressful a battle was. His comrades engaged the city, Victor who was in a full sprint dove towards the wall, plunging the back edge of his shield into the metal. Giving him enough power to leap up across the wall up on the ramparts. The entire move looked inhuman, both in matter of speeds and strength. It started to become more apparent how his first reports talked of him as an outsider, he sure looked like one.
He spotted both his captain and the medic which had joined him, both of them seemingly engaged in combat. Suddenly the voices rose up, their words was the only thing that could be heard, enveloping his mind. "Now, Now! Kill them and escape, This is our chance, Kill them all!" They drowned out the smatter of gunfire and the injured yelling. They were really going, Like always they didn't waste their energy while he was in an controlled enviroment. They wouldn't try and corrupt him when they knew he was under control, but here and now, they had found a chance. Victor gripped his head, trembling in his boots while desperately clawing at his helmet. His eyes switching in intensity.
One of the cultist suddenly approached him, bashing something agaisnt the back of his head. Victor was hit with a realisation, or maybe it was the machete that impacted him, he was unsure. But this was not the voices chance, It was his, This battle shouldn't be difficult for him, atleast not while facing off against these cultists, he would only need to focus on self control. For that he needed to subdue the voices, give them something to please them. He slowly turned towards the cultist who had struck him, brandishing the machete for an additional strike, he swung his shield in a wide arc, hitting the side of his face. His head snapped to the side, his neck was immediately cracked. Before the body hit the ground he grabbed the throat of the now dead man, before repeatedly bashing his shield against his face. Brutalizing the poor guy, the voices squealed in appreciation, any nearby Cultists or KAP soldiers not so much.
He spotted both his captain and the medic which had joined him, both of them seemingly engaged in combat. Suddenly the voices rose up, their words was the only thing that could be heard, enveloping his mind. "Now, Now! Kill them and escape, This is our chance, Kill them all!" They drowned out the smatter of gunfire and the injured yelling. They were really going, Like always they didn't waste their energy while he was in an controlled enviroment. They wouldn't try and corrupt him when they knew he was under control, but here and now, they had found a chance. Victor gripped his head, trembling in his boots while desperately clawing at his helmet. His eyes switching in intensity.
One of the cultist suddenly approached him, bashing something agaisnt the back of his head. Victor was hit with a realisation, or maybe it was the machete that impacted him, he was unsure. But this was not the voices chance, It was his, This battle shouldn't be difficult for him, atleast not while facing off against these cultists, he would only need to focus on self control. For that he needed to subdue the voices, give them something to please them. He slowly turned towards the cultist who had struck him, brandishing the machete for an additional strike, he swung his shield in a wide arc, hitting the side of his face. His head snapped to the side, his neck was immediately cracked. Before the body hit the ground he grabbed the throat of the now dead man, before repeatedly bashing his shield against his face. Brutalizing the poor guy, the voices squealed in appreciation, any nearby Cultists or KAP soldiers not so much.
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