[He walks towards Geddoe, his armor rattling in the darkness. Once upon a time he could walk in total silence, but this world has taken even that from him.
He hates it.
For a moment he hangs on to that hatred and anger, lets it fill his heart, then he lets it go. There is nothing for him to channel his rage into.]
I'd hoped that all of these disparate cultures and refugees descending on New Camelot would spark conflict. But so far? Nothing...Odious silence.
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[He walks towards Geddoe, his armor rattling in the darkness. Once upon a time he could walk in total silence, but this world has taken even that from him.
He hates it.
For a moment he hangs on to that hatred and anger, lets it fill his heart, then he lets it go. There is nothing for him to channel his rage into.]
I'd hoped that all of these disparate cultures and refugees descending on New Camelot would spark conflict. But so far? Nothing...Odious silence.
How disappointing.