The Godhelm (Aethe)
I’ve never really liked the city.
Now don’t get me wrong, its a great place, great people; just not the kinda place I like to be. I guess after the gap things just started getting to me, the city I mean; city just started to bother me. So as I’ve always done, when things start bothering me, I left. There’s a freedom to it you know, leaving everything behind. Its like suddenly your free to do as you wish, act as you will, like you hadn’t been able to do so before. it was nice…
while it lasted at least.
So like I’m sure everyone did when they left, I did some stupid things.
I set up a deadly race between me and some pikes, I Goomba stomped a cabal with a tractor cannon, hell I even tried riding on a war beast, and that doesn’t even cover a quarter of it.
But after those first few years things start to bother you there too. Things change I guess I’m tryn to say. Yea nothing beats that first time you sent that one legionary 10 feet under, laughing as you launch yourself away, but after number 78 comes up and your still doing that same old shit…
well It gets to you. The more I thought about it, the more I missed my gang back at the city, missed the bar, missed everything really.
So after all those long years I’m heading back, just me and my ghost…
feels good.
The Godhelm (Kain)
Dawn grazed over the broken cobbles of a long forgotten place; Once home to many, now only to few. Long forgotten joys filled this place, a family one might even say.
But that was a long time ago. These old stones hold nothing to anyone, yet here I stand. The long forgotten remnant of what could of been, what should of been… but… wasn’t. Being here makes me think about them, remember them…
They deserved better.
Jolly Gilfred, best cook this side of the City. Sly Lamprey, that’s what we called her at least. It was a joke at first, but it stuck.
Silent Aethe, our resident sharpshooter and ironically the loudest of our bunch. And lastly… me; Kai, or Kain if you like.
I doubt it matters now.
We used to sit here, Aeth jokingly going on about how he was gonna rule the world, Lamp flipping her usual coin, Gil heating up tonight’s dinner, I remember it all so vividly.
Maybe that’s why it hurts so much.
Or maybe because… maybe because I wasn’t there to die with them…
The Godhelm (Gilfred)
It was a night like any other… well it would of been if not for that faithful few who arrived at my bar. The first was a boisterous exo who was wearing a comically over-sized wizards hat; laughing and joking as if he had been partying all night. The next was a pale, gaunt, blonde with a haunting look in his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept for a long while. The last was a small awoken who seemed to be smiling and occasionally laughing at the exo’s bad jokes and absolutely horrible fashion sense. Quite the strange group now that I think of it.
The exo introduced himself in a mock Gandalf voice as “Aethe the wise” laughing with his normal voice as he ordered a drink, suddenly calling out “KAI, you want anything?” The blonde, who I now knew as “Kai” shook his head, collapsing on a bar stool only seconds later. The small awoken sighed, muttering “ill go get him” before walking off.
“about your friend over there…” I started,
Aethe looked startled, realizing I hadn’t left to tend to another, responding with
“its been a long night brother, he’ll be alright”
The Godhelm (Lamprey)
As my old mentor used to say:
“life is too long and boring not to do something interesting, take every opportunity to do the most interesting thing possible in that moment… and live your life without regret”
wise words, but not entirely accurate. You see… That was that kinda thinking that got me here.
It was supposed to be an easy mission; get in, grab book, get out. Heh… even thinking that make it seem to good to be true, nothing is ever that easy; But when Aethe came to our place saying he’d found the mission to get us out of our barracks, or our guildhall as Aethe liked to put it. We were more than eager to accept.
The mission was this, some idiot researcher had delved deep into fallen territory for whatever reason and lost his journal, doesn’t sound like much right? But here’s the kicker this guy must of been loaded because he was offering fifty fucking thousand glimmer to whoever could bring it back, around 50 times more than our usual…
should’ve known there would be a catch, but our avarice had peaked and there was no stopping now.
The place was fucking swarming.
Aethe was the first to go, Vandal got his ghost in an ambush and soon enough in a fistfight with the very same vandal he was pushed off a ledge, getting impaled on a spike below…
After watching that… I ran as fast as my legs could take me…
Never saw any of them again.
(A means to an end):
Thank you to all who have been with me through all of this, No.4 is planned to be the last in the series unless in grow tired and decide to do something interesting, I thank you all for the support and help. this has been Mech - 1, and I wish you all a fine day.
