Scubacarrot

"You are missing the point. Hybros. I like you, but lately you've been just so... annoying. I don't care why you think you must kill. You feel you got to kill, that's on you. As long as you don't kill the good people, we're good. I think that I can benefit Eubric. Make it a better place. If this shithole in it's current state is something that is your favorite place on the world, that's too sodding bad, because when I'm through it's gonna be a whole lot better. Perhaps not for you, but for the sodding people."

The raider closed his eyes and covered his face with both hands. Slowly the raider said: "Important events that would be beneficial for the current objective to know about. No more gibberish, okay?"

Impatiently, the raider said: "Rules. This city has none. It allows for everyone to make their own rules. The Town Watch was once an organization that tried to create a fair set of rules for everyone, but now they're just another set of rules that benefits them as they see fit. Same for the houses. I do not follow any one set of rules. Not the Houses, not even Heroica's. There are no rules for what we should and shouldn't do. All I know is that there are those that cause pain and suffering, and we should get rid of them. If you are trying to sympatize with slavers, perhaps I should send you on the next ship to Strivvi. See what you think then." The raider held his head in his hand. This was all just timewasting philosophical megablocks. "Why did I know you were going to say something like this? You know I don't understand any of that what you just? I don't know what the hell a vitamin or stat is. Do me a favor and just inform me of the important stuff. Alright?"

"When did I ever say you would have to go poor, Gibbin? Mysteriously gold seems to make it's way to the ones in high places. Not the goal, but it's just one of those truths... Besides... What do you think the Wolfgang are holding onto. Be it up to me, they're the first targets..." The raider sighed. "Figured. I'd offer you a strong drink, but you'd just question the nutritional value..."

The raider raised an eyebrow at Hybros' last comment. Did he just say he was a second Sorrow? Guts preferred his initial idea, that he was a demon. "We did good then. Even though some would still have seen it done differently. Tasks like those are the ones the 'Heroes' should be doing more of. We wipe out the Wolfgang, sort out the slavery, fix the Town Watch, and help with the injustice in this dump. That's the plan. You can't deny these things are for the better of the majority. Easier said than done, but if I am not going to step up and do it, who sodding will?"

"So all you remember about your past is that it is all connected to this 'Brick Doctor'? I think I know the answer, but do you have any desire to find out about your past or more about this Doctor?"

"...Right. So who were your parents? Who named you? How did you get the eyepatch? Why the get-up you're wearing?"

"Docken, the day I understand you... Well... I doubt that day will come. Where did you say you came from, again?"

"I have never used the word kingdoms, Hybros. But I see what you're getting at. We don't do anything unless we get paid. We don't do any good. Be it up to me, we change that. I thought you understood that much. And you misunderstand, I will not die before some things have definitely changed." The raider smirked, and rolled his eyes at Atramor. "That was a declaration of action, not a plan to achieve immortality." The raider saw Benji standing in the corner. Great. He hated that guy.

"Team Guts? You make it all seem ridiculous, Docken. I don't care what Sergeant McEncy does. Although if he is a knight... Does that make me an archmage?"

"I do. What of it?"

"Hmm. Sarge, wasn't it? Last time we met, you wanted to use my ship for pillaging and piracy, if my memory serves. Let me get this straight. I am not starting an army, I am starting a revolution. I don't know you. Perhaps we'll revisit this subject when we've seen each other in action."

I really like Atramor's new look. He looks like he'd fit right in in Guts's League of badasses.

"Sodding lightweight." The raider mumbled...

Congratulations! And of course thank you very much for hosting the contest.

Damn you Hybros, sneaky git.

"I am human, Atramor. No matter what I can do, I will die, sometimes sooner than I'd like, sometimes it can't be soon enough for me." "It was to show you that anything can be learned. Have you ever run up the scales of a dragon in mid air, while it's furiously trying to knock you off. I'd say such a feat would be impossible. Once I would have said that...." The raider wiped away the blood from his nose, and answered: "I'm... good. Just trying to convince these young fools it'd be in their best interest to follow me."

Keep in mind Ravage recently got buffed.

"Any amount of power is reachable. If you want. I personally am okay with just enough, and I have got enough to do all of that. Wrap it in less fancy words, and I'd tell you I can beat the crap out of your or anyone's megablocks whenever I want, wherever you want.. But... it's all possible to do some incredible stuff. Even things you wouldn't hold normally possible." The raider took out the spare Opal he had stashed away, and grabbed a glass of water. The raider held the gem in one hand, the glass in the other, and closed his eyes. Moments passed, and when Guts opened his eyes, he held a glass of solid ice in his left hand. Tossing it away, almost disgusted, the raider mumbled. "Anyone can learn anything, just got to put your mind to it." The raider grinned at his own foolishness. Him. Using magic. The raider's grin got wider as he noticed a small drop of blood was coming out of his nose.

Meh, his offensive capabilities would still be intact, and they are the best in the game as of now, for straight up damage.

Indeed, there'd just be so much there.

"I'll take it. You should fight by my side more. You might just change your mind about me." The raider let out an emotionless chuckle. He had Dyric, Docken, probably Hybros, Nyx and probably others that folllowed him and the previously mentioned. He could go far with that group. "What do you say Atramor, care to join the winning side, like you do?"

They can listen, they can't steal the moment though. It's like that one song. Guts is immune to Sorrow's weapons, Sorrow is not to Guts's.

"It's rude to listen in on things that do not concern you, Gibbin." The raider stated it coldly, but there was no hostility in the statement.

Able to kill every hero in the hall, unable to pronounce opportunity. Figures.