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Archon has a minion!
Valiance the Bombtula
Valiance the Bombtula
Archon
Legacy Name: Defiant
The
Steamwork ArchanOwner:
DanteAge: 15 years, 9 months, 3 weeks
Born: July 19th, 2008
Adopted: 11 years, 10 months, 5 days ago
Adopted: July 5th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 414
- Strength: 1,023
- Defense: 1,002
- Speed: 1,000
- Health: 1,001
- HP: 1,001/1,001
- Intelligence: 227
- Books Read: 170
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Housekeeping Manager
If I look back, then I am lost.
You walk down the hall, steps reverberating off of the walls and heart racing, until you come to a large pair of doors. You push the large doors in with a grunt and take a look around. It is dark.Lighting a torch, you continue into the room, except, it is no longer just a room.
It is a great hall.
Tables lie sideways, plates and goblets scattered across the floor. A chandelier hangs overhead, light somehow still radiating off of its hundreds of crystalline shards. The only sound is that of your own footsteps. There is no other life to be seen.
But not necessarily none.
The only thing of note is the large, overbearing statue at the end of the hall. It is crafted of metal, formed into the shape of a lion. It is mostly rusted, with only small semblances of the golden luster it must have once had. The claws of the lion, long and sharp, the tail, ending in a cruel blade, and the jaws, filed to razor points; these alone shine amongst the rust. The eyes glimmer gold, as if watching you. No, this is no mere statue.
It is a guardian.
You approach and brush the dust off its plaque, fine motes occluding the air.
The one who overthrew their mortal trappings.
You think you hear a faint sound of metal groaning, but quickly dismiss the idea. You are the first to step foot here in millennia.
All who sneered at 'that defiant fool'
would one day whisper of the Archon in reverence.
From above, metal twists and screeches.
In fear.
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You walk down the hall, steps reverberating off of the walls and heart racing, until you come to a large pair of doors. You push the large doors in with a grunt and take a look around. It is dark.Lighting a torch, you continue into the room, except, it is no longer just a room.
It is a great hall.
Tables lie sideways, plates and goblets scattered across the floor. A chandelier hangs overhead, light somehow still radiating off of its hundreds of crystalline shards. The only sound is that of your own footsteps. There is no other life to be seen.
But not necessarily none.
The only thing of note is the large, overbearing statue at the end of the hall. It is crafted of metal, formed into the shape of a lion. It is mostly rusted, with only small semblances of the golden luster it must have once had. The claws of the lion, long and sharp, the tail, ending in a cruel blade, and the jaws, filed to razor points; these alone shine amongst the rust. The eyes glimmer gold, as if watching you. No, this is no mere statue.
It is a guardian.
You approach and brush the dust off its plaque, fine motes occluding the air.
The one who overthrew their mortal trappings.
You think you hear a faint sound of metal groaning, but quickly dismiss the idea. You are the first to step foot here in millennia.
All who sneered at 'that defiant fool'
would one day whisper of the Archon in reverence.
From above, metal twists and screeches.
In fear.
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