Post by Genesis Letlove on Jun 24, 2017 13:14:24 GMT -8
To be fair, the Divide had resisted as only a worthy adversary could. Genesis however, was more a force of sheer will than he was common worthy adversary. With some effort, he pushed through the Divide and into the Reach. Using that first breath of humid Tyran summer air, he uttered a single word, "Home." Not the first home, but the only one still standing. That was worth something at least. A land perhaps as creased as he was. There was an odd comfort to that thought, as though the land and him were old brothers in arms... To some degree, they were.
And here he stood. Two feet firmly planted on Reach soil. "Tyran soil," he verbally corrected himself. He would have to remember to start referring to it in its native tongue. The setting sun glinted off the polished angles of his armor. To eyes that knew, one would recognize the Arisalonian design and family seal. The way the cape hung evenly with the sword cantered slightly--standard composure for an Arisalonian general expecting trouble. Still though, there were additions that would need an even more esoteric few to know that these were definitely not features distilled from the old Empire... Probably not even of Tyran craft. There were strange, almost hieroglyphic markings that ran from his right pauldron down to the end of the vambrace. Additional foreign new features could also be seen lining various other aspects giving it a recognizable yet distinctly alien appearance. His armor both was and was not Arisalonian. Clearly, wherever he had been, he had adopted those new features from there--out in the elsewhere.
Time to see what else, besides him, still stood tall...
And here he stood. Two feet firmly planted on Reach soil. "Tyran soil," he verbally corrected himself. He would have to remember to start referring to it in its native tongue. The setting sun glinted off the polished angles of his armor. To eyes that knew, one would recognize the Arisalonian design and family seal. The way the cape hung evenly with the sword cantered slightly--standard composure for an Arisalonian general expecting trouble. Still though, there were additions that would need an even more esoteric few to know that these were definitely not features distilled from the old Empire... Probably not even of Tyran craft. There were strange, almost hieroglyphic markings that ran from his right pauldron down to the end of the vambrace. Additional foreign new features could also be seen lining various other aspects giving it a recognizable yet distinctly alien appearance. His armor both was and was not Arisalonian. Clearly, wherever he had been, he had adopted those new features from there--out in the elsewhere.
Time to see what else, besides him, still stood tall...
