[center][h3]T H E C U L T O F U G - Q U A L T O T H [/h3][/center] [hr] [center] [i][b][url=https://i.imgur.com/xZBzewI.jpg]The Butcher of the Republic of Rust[/url] Detroit - Western Coast of the Detroit River[/b][/i] [/center] [hr] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/Doxyfys.gif[/img][/center] [hr] Once more, the city of Detroit was filled with lights, like it had been years ago, before the bombs fell. Yet it was no shades of lamps and electricity or fire that enlightened the streets, but fire...endless fire! For Dosh-Novan, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, as he strolled through the streets, his helmet tugged away below one arm, his hammer held firm in his other hand. This was his victory, his victory alone! No Sarah Lysons, no Maxson, no Warleader to steal it from him. He would forever be known as the man who butchered the republic, who ravaged its decadent corpse and who would errect a shrine to Ug-Qualtoth on its grave, rivaling the Monolith itself in glory. Pushing away a ghoul with a swing of his hammer, he looked down on the body of a soldier, which said beast had been feasting on. A grim smirk moved on the warleaders face, as he slowly bowed down, in his power armored glory. [b]"My glorious Warleader..."[/b] Heavy boots came up behind him, and with a grunt, Dosh-Novan allowed the Worm to speak. [b]"The last defenders have retreated onto the great bridge! Shall we hunt them down..."[/b] Dosh-Novan tilted his head a little, looking eye to eye to the corpse in front of him. The mans eyes filled with fear and pain in his last dying moments. [b]"No...let them run! Tonight we sack the city! Gather the captives on the shore...i shall provide an offering that shall wake him-who-slumbers from the Monolith for all time.."[/b] The voice behind him should have known better, but rather then remain silent, it dared to speak up again. [b]"The enemy is beaten...bloodied...we can crush them once and for all! Just give me the word and i see it..."[/b] [b]"GUSH"[/b] The Warrior fell forward, as his head was torn from his shoulders by a mighty blow from the warleaders hammer. Two smaller figures behind the beheaded corpse, quickly fell on their knees, as Dosh-Novan looked down onto them. [b]"See it done! The horde shall not leave a single stone unturned! I want this city to be turned into a monument of what happened here tonight! Let the world forever remember what i have done..." [/b] [b]"Begone now...all of you!"[/b] The steps quickly vanished, rushing away into the sea of fire, blood and screams. For the first time in hours, he was alone on this masterpiece of chaos. Nobody could have done it besides him, nobody could have marched to Detroit, crushing every resistance in his path. This was his victory, his victory alone... The warleaders eyes grew, as he let go off his helmet and hammer, slowly walking forward with his arms spread wide. [b]"YOU HEAR ME LYONS! YOU SEE NOW WHAT I CAN DO? NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR THE PRIDE! NOT ENOUGH GUTS....I SAW YOURS WHEN I STABBED THAT RIPPER INTO YOUR BACK YOU OLD BASTARD! NOW LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT WHAT I HAVE DONE!"[/b] For a moment, Dosh-Novan could feel again, how it was to be Knight Roland. Never good enough, never able to Impress Lyons...never able to get a second look from Sarah..he could hear their laughter from the rooms, when he was passing...their mocking tone hidden behind polit words... [b]"I AM DOSH-NOVAN! I AM THE WARLEADER WHO SLEW MORE MEN THEN YOU HAVE EVER MET IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE! MY NAME WILL BE REMEMBERED FOR ALL ETERNITY, WHILE YOURS WILL DIE! YOUR DAUGHTER WILL BE FORGOTTEN, YOUR BROTHERHOOD WILL BE FORGOTTEN AND YOUR WORLD WILL BE FORGOTTEN...not got enought...not good enough for your miserable brotherhood..."[/b] All the anger once more filled him, as he felt the sweat burn on his face like acid, as he saw the Star Paladin shake her head, declining him the promotion to Paladin. They laughted at him...he could feel it! He knew it...but none of them was laughing now... [b]"I will go back to Washington! I will find out where they have burried you and i swear onto the monolith, that i will..."[/b] A coughing laughter ripped Dosh-Novan from his roar of anger, and with a swift turn, he tried to locate the source. Dry and weak, it reminded him of the sounds Lyons had made, when his ripper had still been in his armor, his eyes fixated onto the monolith in his dying breath. Had he mocked him even in his dying breath? They never had admitted it, but he had known it! From the lowest Initiates up to the elder, they all had mocked him, him who had not been able to become a paladin...who had not been able to join the Pride and who not had been able win Sarah.. [b]"You are pathetic, Dosh-Novan.."[/b] It was not the voice of the Elder, but a dying one non the less. Bloodied and broken, she wore the armor of the soldiers of the Republic, and had her hand pressed onto her belly. Blood was smeared over her mouth, as she stared with glassy eyes at the Warleader. [b]"G..gloat in your victory! Gloat like the brute you are! You are just a Pawn...my children are on the other side, and with them the future of Detroit! T..this is not the end, you dog.."[/b] Dosh-Novan felt his hands forming fists inside the power armor, as he stared down at the woman. [b]"We will cross the river tomorrow...i will personally find your brats then..."[/b] The woman leaned back, coughing out more blood, as she closed her eyes. [b]"Y..you wont cross that damn river...You will never set foot onto the other side of this river, but you will die below an foot...Roland!"[/b] [hr] [center] [i][b][url=https://img00.deviantart.net/c4df/i/2012/062/1/f/00_by_fdasuarez-d4rk8m8.jpg] Marie Ashur[/url] Homer City, Pennsylvania[/b][/i] [/center] [hr] [b]"Does the heir of the prophet always speak when she sleeps?"[/b] The grim Guardian didnt slept, but he sat still for hours when she did, and so she assumed that he took this time off as well. Marie had wanted to go alone, yet the Prophet had insisted on an Guardian. Raising from the bed, Marie streched herself, as she rubbed her eyes. [b]"These were not my words! Just words that were left in a mind in passing. All i did was speaking them out to a beast needing to hear them.."[/b] The Guardian just grunted, as he rose from his seat next to her bed. The ruin they had spend the night in, had been dry, yet the sole bed remaining had been picked for her. Reaching for a bottle of water next to her, she once more looked at her guardian. [b]"You never sleep, but do you eat? We are on the road for three days now, and you havent even eaten anything so far!"[/b] Once more the guardian just grunted, his face hidden behind a mask, the little flesh shown scared and disgusting to look at. [b]"This one eats when the heir of the prophet sleeps...he prefers it this way! This one does not like to lose his mask.."[/b] Nodding, Marie ripped open a the box of Fancy Lads cakes, before picking one. The sweet delight had been something she had been able to sneak out of the Palace, knowing fully well, that her high father, did indeed needed food to surive, having a stash of such pre-war delicacies hidden away, to feast on, while his followers had to make due with what the miasma allowed them to grow and breed. She had been keen to avoid mentioning this Hippocratic behavior to anyone so far through. [b]"So many of my fathers warriors wear masks...why? You men are afraid of your faces after you look at the monolith? Or are you just shy?"[/b] She had hoped for a different response, but the Guardian just grunted and crossed his massive arms. [b]"This one never liked his face...[/b] Marie rolled with her eyes, as she took another bite, swallowing the sweet pre-war grocery whole, regretting not to have brought more. [b]"ThIs OnE NeVeR LIkeD HiS FaCE...thats what you sound like...Already regret the fact of leaving the Heaven, if you are what counts as my company.."[/b] Packing away the snacks, she nodded at the guardian. [b]"Get ready...we are leaving! Its a long way to Boston..."[/b]