This leaves the guild or the hands of my mistress, Trespassers W, i will make sure someone is banned.
New characters
Name: Levi Maccabeus Codeyn (pronounced Coh-deh-YEEN)
Age: 35
Status: Rogue (Lone Wolf)
Minor History: Brother of Judas. Former member of a mercenary clan who have ancestral roots with the Zealots from Christ's time. Shunned and declared unclean by elders (one of whom was Edmund) who felt him not in control of his strength and wrath. Second successful test subject of what is currently codenamed G-Origin.
G-Corp Codename: Samael
Name: Judas Gabriel Codeyn
Age: 32
Status: First-rank Warrior (Chieftain)
Minor History: Brother of Levi. Voluntarily-exiled member of same mercenary clan. First successful test subject of G-Origin. Possible that he knew or may be LabtechX.
G-Corp Codename: Israfil
Basic plot - Judas was previously employed by G-Corp, but he has a darker history and much deeper involvement than originally lead to believe.
Quote:
A council. Dark room. Four men in ceremonial garb: white robe, red sash across torso, sandals (worn from use). Arranged in a circle, compass points
Two men, both with similar features and scars, one raven-headed, the other a head of honey-blonde. Nude from the top up, ceremonial tattoos covering their torsos. Standing at military attention, at their sides ceremonial weapons – scimitars, daggers. The weapons of an ancient order.
A beckoning voice – “Ye sons of Blazing Thunder.” – echoes in the chamber. The apparent leader, from East. “Ye both, the last of your clan, whose name means Blazing Thunder, have shown yourselves the pride of your ancestry. Your feats have in fact amazed your elders.” A pause. The men still at attention. “However, we have seen issue with one. … Levi, step forward.” The raven-head stepped north-bound. “You are strong, but you are too headstrong to know that not everything requires strength … However,” pausing, “your brother, Judas,” … At that cue, the honey-blonde one stood at attention. “… He knows the path of hashashin. The code of the assassin requires one to be clever and careful. For as our elders and ancestors have written, It is better to be weak, swift and smart than to be strong, slow and careless.” The men lowered their hoods behind their heads, one of which (the speaker) had a scar on his forehead in the shape of an “x”. “Therefore, it is our decision that Judas be blessed with the rank of Chieftain.” The speaker stepped forward with a bottle of oil and a container of myrrh. Anointing Judas with the mark of his tribe, his clan … his family. Worshippers of Eirmehz.
Levi, his eyes clothes, betrayed a face full of rage, the very reason he was not chosen. The elders underestimated his speed. Quick enough to grab at one arm … not fast enough to grab the other as the free fist struck the head elder with a punch to the elder’s right temple.
The elders caught him post-assault. However, Judas had the right, as chieftain, to say what he did that would damn his brother to a fate worse than death. Words that were on the mind of the head elder. “As is the right of Chieftain, my first command over the caravan will be as thus.” He pointed at his brother with a finger that burned with judgment and anger. “I, Judas Gabriel Codeyn, hereby decry Levi Maccabeus Codeyn as a son of Cain, a lone wolf and pariah. He shall no longer be honored as if among the living.” A ceremonial turning away. “Leave, you murderous son of a dishonorable parentage.” It was at this that Levi stored out, unceremoniously furious, and wrongly. “Hear me, clan of Codeyn. You shall be the last of your kind.” With a single finger raised towards the 5 in the chambers that were contained within an elaborate tent, Levi walked out, alone, into the desert.
The room was ceremoniously cleaned to remove the presence of the “unclean one,” the violent rogue. They all knew he was going to return somehow … some way … that would require rituals not yet even created to handle such a violent and harsh being.
Two men, both with similar features and scars, one raven-headed, the other a head of honey-blonde. Nude from the top up, ceremonial tattoos covering their torsos. Standing at military attention, at their sides ceremonial weapons – scimitars, daggers. The weapons of an ancient order.
A beckoning voice – “Ye sons of Blazing Thunder.” – echoes in the chamber. The apparent leader, from East. “Ye both, the last of your clan, whose name means Blazing Thunder, have shown yourselves the pride of your ancestry. Your feats have in fact amazed your elders.” A pause. The men still at attention. “However, we have seen issue with one. … Levi, step forward.” The raven-head stepped north-bound. “You are strong, but you are too headstrong to know that not everything requires strength … However,” pausing, “your brother, Judas,” … At that cue, the honey-blonde one stood at attention. “… He knows the path of hashashin. The code of the assassin requires one to be clever and careful. For as our elders and ancestors have written, It is better to be weak, swift and smart than to be strong, slow and careless.” The men lowered their hoods behind their heads, one of which (the speaker) had a scar on his forehead in the shape of an “x”. “Therefore, it is our decision that Judas be blessed with the rank of Chieftain.” The speaker stepped forward with a bottle of oil and a container of myrrh. Anointing Judas with the mark of his tribe, his clan … his family. Worshippers of Eirmehz.
Levi, his eyes clothes, betrayed a face full of rage, the very reason he was not chosen. The elders underestimated his speed. Quick enough to grab at one arm … not fast enough to grab the other as the free fist struck the head elder with a punch to the elder’s right temple.
The elders caught him post-assault. However, Judas had the right, as chieftain, to say what he did that would damn his brother to a fate worse than death. Words that were on the mind of the head elder. “As is the right of Chieftain, my first command over the caravan will be as thus.” He pointed at his brother with a finger that burned with judgment and anger. “I, Judas Gabriel Codeyn, hereby decry Levi Maccabeus Codeyn as a son of Cain, a lone wolf and pariah. He shall no longer be honored as if among the living.” A ceremonial turning away. “Leave, you murderous son of a dishonorable parentage.” It was at this that Levi stored out, unceremoniously furious, and wrongly. “Hear me, clan of Codeyn. You shall be the last of your kind.” With a single finger raised towards the 5 in the chambers that were contained within an elaborate tent, Levi walked out, alone, into the desert.
The room was ceremoniously cleaned to remove the presence of the “unclean one,” the violent rogue. They all knew he was going to return somehow … some way … that would require rituals not yet even created to handle such a violent and harsh being.
The main story occurs 15 years later, current-day
