A Bellicus, Dimarkeet (NPC). He appeared near Veritas (in space?). He angrily began to shout, "Why have you called me here!?"
(Eh, too lazy to type a long post)
Edited post:The wilderness was a beautiful place. On Pax, during the Season of Blessings, the tall grass changed colours at night, and if one listened close -- really close -- you might even be able to hear the hum of the Mellowroot Trees that lined the forest. It was truly paradise for those who had given up the
motions of civilization. Those like the Bellicus named Dimakreet. Who needed to be part of the
mainland society when Dimakreet was here, in the wilderness, surrounded by this beautiful landscape?
As for Dimakreet himself, on this particularly fine day, he was enjoying the early morning by hunting. It was times like this that Dimakreet felt most... at peace, for once. He was running through the tallgrass, chasing that damned
Quarik, sk'yari in hand, ready to capture it. He could feel the breeze of the wind upon the skin of his naked body. He... had to get this damned animal. This was the third day he'd been at it, and still, no luck.
FLASH.One moment, Dimakreet was staring at the path in front of him as he hunted for the Quarik. The next, he found himself about a mile away from where he needed to be, near the treeline... Teleported... By some kind of summoning magik?
War.Images of the wars he'd fought in began to flash through his mind...
Blood. He was getting hungry, so much so that when he saw the foreigner, standing there, a stupid look on his face, Dimakreet barely hear himself saying, "WHY HAVE YOU SUMMONED ME HERE!?"