"You think you're justified?" The cold voice didn't ring out across the cavern. It came from inside my head, "You think you can just waltz around and say that 'you're Sylvan' and that you oppose me? No, I don't think so." I was rooted on the spot, my muscles locking up, my body being paralyzed, out of what, I don't exactly know. "No, that's not how this works Michael. Not even slightly, the power I gave you has gone to your head and corrupted your thinking. I should've known." My mind could still function however, and his words made me seethe. HE of all people were corrupted, and if he thinks that a rebellion against him because of said corruption is heretical to his...mission...then I'd be the one to teach him. "Your portal will not be completed, you will die here, and I will then march to kill Corcious! Alu fol'dinsu Savteris!" A large bang erupted from near the portal after a flash from Origin's gloved right hand. "There's nothing good out of that..." I heard Cerrina grumble from my right side. "You've got one thing right Cerrina..." I managed to force out. I hadn't seen Origin in years, if anything, I had been avoiding him.
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Science FictionThe Sylvan Syndicate. The Gamemaster, after gathering enough people to rebuild out of the ashes of his formerly destroyed Company, is planning something rather large, lots of tension and lots of turning of sides. A longer story, or so I plan it to b...
