Solsabre
The Reforged Soul
Tessa Tesla
Wisemon
Temple Gardens
The blossoming memory faded. She paid little heed to the silence hanging between her and her company. Tessa had taken to jotting down a few notes regarding the memory playback and minor adjustments for future Workings. Occasionally, she made quiet glances towards the Imperialdramon as she wrote.
The Wisemon couldn’t help but finally notice that the Imperialdramon seemed oddly distracted, perhaps the entire time. Her curious nature finally getting the better of her, Tessa opened her lips to inquire. However, she was interrupted by the rocking blast sailing through the air, followed by the wailing city alarm. Her company launched to the air in response, leaving her alone in the garden.
“Figures,” She grumped in annoyance. Her Book expanded in size and stepped lightly onto the pages. The Book rose into the air obediently and sedately followed in the direction of the glowing fire and pluming smoke.
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Theo Grayson
BlackWarGreymon
Axis Mundi Tavern
Madness. The brawl turned into a free-for-all with many more of the patrons involved. The veracity of the fight appeared to be driven and maintained largely by the Apollomon he’d converse with early. At least that was Theo’s last brief thought before being crushed by a massive weight. The BlackWarGreymon grunted and pushed his arms on the broken ground but no luck.
The weight pinning him down up eased up after a few minutes. He groaned, limbs sore and achy from the abuse.
Agh! Dang it. Are you all right?" A booming rang above him, a large supporting hand on his back as he finally managed to push himself to his feet. Theo looked over his shoulder at the massive Machinedramon.
“Fine, I’ve endured worse.” Theo offhandly assured the metal dragon, shaking off any further assistance. The momentum of the fight simmered down as the Apollomon took to the air with a newly arrived Imperialdramon.
The raw primal power collided in the dark skies above, resulting in a shock wave traveling over the streets and its occupants. Digimon and tamers ducked for covered as it rushed over them. Theo braced upright, holding an arm up to protect his face, and weathered the force until it passed over. The two gods descended from the heavens after their exchange.
"My boss is gonna be pissed," The angry outburst of Nadia, the bartender, came through the broken window. Theo grimaced ever so slightly. He’d thrown one of the opening punches and Nadia had been nothing but courteous to him.
"It's accomplished everything I want," Svarog shot back. "Some of us are just looking for a good fight." He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder at the rest of the tamers and digimon behind him. "And maybe some of them understand what they're getting into."
Theo didn’t need to answer back to the Apollomon. His reasons were his own. Most digimon if they knew his early past would likely question why Theo chose to defy the Royal Knights. The BlackWarGreymon entered the ruin bar bypassing the shambles of tables and chairs, approaching the irate Lekismon futilely straightening up.
“Here, take this,” Theo said quietly, reaching into a pouch for a coin. “It should help cover some of the damages.” Nadia glared at him, taking the coin roughly from his claws. Her eyes widen when the light flickered off the shiny metal revealing its value. “How…”
“My previous occupation paid well.” Theo answered vaguely. He’d also lived a simple life following Asher’s death.
Nadia appraised the gold coin in the dim light and eyed him critically, “You know currency from Camelot is likely to drop in credit with this war.”
“Sell it for the value of metal than, otherwise I’m broke.” the old soldier said with a shrug.
“That troublesome Apollomon was right about one thing: you’re one strange dragon.” The bartender said, shaking her head.
“You don’t know the half of it.” Theo replied, glancing back over his shoulder and exiting the ruined bar.
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A Wisemon floated high in the skies above well above the surging energies. Her theories regarding her former company more or less confirmed by the display of power and overhearing the conversation exchanged between the two gods. Tessa glanced towards the Apollomon intrigued. Another puzzle to solve, she grinned. She couldn’t identify the style of his garments to a known pantheon immediately, but some digging around in her collection of scrolls might reveal some insight later on.
In the meantime, the fires on the buildings raged on. Tessa stood upright on her hovering book and cradled the Space Orb in cupped hands. The orb glowed and minutes later a gaping portal expanded in the sky, connected to a portal submerged in the lake outside the city.
A deluge erupted with gravity from the hole in sky in a solid stream, soaking half a block. The fires were effectively put out, though the grumbling in the streets was quite audible.
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Fortress Camelot
Island of Avalon
The Independent Nation of Logress
Theo waited by one of the port windows on the Council’s Airship. He stared at the seas churning below for much of the journey lost in thought. The stillness before a terrible battle sang a dauntingly familiar melody his body hadn’t forgotten even with age. In his mind, he didn’t ponder the future outcome or the battle itself, rather he let it come to him for war was a frightening beast that was unpredictable.
A thin line of shore appeared in the distance, rapidly growing in size with each passing minute. Theo inhaled deeply, bracing with the knowledge that for the first time in over a decade he was returning to a home steeped in memories, however, as a challenger.
"We've arrived," Andraste's voice broke over the ship's intercom. "The Knights have declined our offer of surrender. Those of you who can fly, prepare for midair deployment. All others prepare for ground assault. Tamers. Suit up."
Theo tightened the straps of his Dramon Killers securely. The Knights kept multiple ranks of dramon at ready. He knew where he would be most effective.
The warriors around him stirred to action. The cargo hatch swung open and the warriors dropped into the open air. Theo spotted a Wisemon hovering through the opening on a large open book, bringing up the rear.
Following suit, Theo took the plunge head first into the whistling streams of air. He stabilized his descent and flew to the head of the disorganized formation. Let the battle be joined.
Wisemon
Temple Gardens
The blossoming memory faded. She paid little heed to the silence hanging between her and her company. Tessa had taken to jotting down a few notes regarding the memory playback and minor adjustments for future Workings. Occasionally, she made quiet glances towards the Imperialdramon as she wrote.
The Wisemon couldn’t help but finally notice that the Imperialdramon seemed oddly distracted, perhaps the entire time. Her curious nature finally getting the better of her, Tessa opened her lips to inquire. However, she was interrupted by the rocking blast sailing through the air, followed by the wailing city alarm. Her company launched to the air in response, leaving her alone in the garden.
“Figures,” She grumped in annoyance. Her Book expanded in size and stepped lightly onto the pages. The Book rose into the air obediently and sedately followed in the direction of the glowing fire and pluming smoke.
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Theo Grayson
BlackWarGreymon
Axis Mundi Tavern
Madness. The brawl turned into a free-for-all with many more of the patrons involved. The veracity of the fight appeared to be driven and maintained largely by the Apollomon he’d converse with early. At least that was Theo’s last brief thought before being crushed by a massive weight. The BlackWarGreymon grunted and pushed his arms on the broken ground but no luck.
The weight pinning him down up eased up after a few minutes. He groaned, limbs sore and achy from the abuse.
Agh! Dang it. Are you all right?" A booming rang above him, a large supporting hand on his back as he finally managed to push himself to his feet. Theo looked over his shoulder at the massive Machinedramon.
“Fine, I’ve endured worse.” Theo offhandly assured the metal dragon, shaking off any further assistance. The momentum of the fight simmered down as the Apollomon took to the air with a newly arrived Imperialdramon.
The raw primal power collided in the dark skies above, resulting in a shock wave traveling over the streets and its occupants. Digimon and tamers ducked for covered as it rushed over them. Theo braced upright, holding an arm up to protect his face, and weathered the force until it passed over. The two gods descended from the heavens after their exchange.
"My boss is gonna be pissed," The angry outburst of Nadia, the bartender, came through the broken window. Theo grimaced ever so slightly. He’d thrown one of the opening punches and Nadia had been nothing but courteous to him.
"It's accomplished everything I want," Svarog shot back. "Some of us are just looking for a good fight." He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder at the rest of the tamers and digimon behind him. "And maybe some of them understand what they're getting into."
Theo didn’t need to answer back to the Apollomon. His reasons were his own. Most digimon if they knew his early past would likely question why Theo chose to defy the Royal Knights. The BlackWarGreymon entered the ruin bar bypassing the shambles of tables and chairs, approaching the irate Lekismon futilely straightening up.
“Here, take this,” Theo said quietly, reaching into a pouch for a coin. “It should help cover some of the damages.” Nadia glared at him, taking the coin roughly from his claws. Her eyes widen when the light flickered off the shiny metal revealing its value. “How…”
“My previous occupation paid well.” Theo answered vaguely. He’d also lived a simple life following Asher’s death.
Nadia appraised the gold coin in the dim light and eyed him critically, “You know currency from Camelot is likely to drop in credit with this war.”
“Sell it for the value of metal than, otherwise I’m broke.” the old soldier said with a shrug.
“That troublesome Apollomon was right about one thing: you’re one strange dragon.” The bartender said, shaking her head.
“You don’t know the half of it.” Theo replied, glancing back over his shoulder and exiting the ruined bar.
_____________________________________________
A Wisemon floated high in the skies above well above the surging energies. Her theories regarding her former company more or less confirmed by the display of power and overhearing the conversation exchanged between the two gods. Tessa glanced towards the Apollomon intrigued. Another puzzle to solve, she grinned. She couldn’t identify the style of his garments to a known pantheon immediately, but some digging around in her collection of scrolls might reveal some insight later on.
In the meantime, the fires on the buildings raged on. Tessa stood upright on her hovering book and cradled the Space Orb in cupped hands. The orb glowed and minutes later a gaping portal expanded in the sky, connected to a portal submerged in the lake outside the city.
A deluge erupted with gravity from the hole in sky in a solid stream, soaking half a block. The fires were effectively put out, though the grumbling in the streets was quite audible.
_____________________________________________________________
Fortress Camelot
Island of Avalon
The Independent Nation of Logress
Theo waited by one of the port windows on the Council’s Airship. He stared at the seas churning below for much of the journey lost in thought. The stillness before a terrible battle sang a dauntingly familiar melody his body hadn’t forgotten even with age. In his mind, he didn’t ponder the future outcome or the battle itself, rather he let it come to him for war was a frightening beast that was unpredictable.
A thin line of shore appeared in the distance, rapidly growing in size with each passing minute. Theo inhaled deeply, bracing with the knowledge that for the first time in over a decade he was returning to a home steeped in memories, however, as a challenger.
"We've arrived," Andraste's voice broke over the ship's intercom. "The Knights have declined our offer of surrender. Those of you who can fly, prepare for midair deployment. All others prepare for ground assault. Tamers. Suit up."
Theo tightened the straps of his Dramon Killers securely. The Knights kept multiple ranks of dramon at ready. He knew where he would be most effective.
The warriors around him stirred to action. The cargo hatch swung open and the warriors dropped into the open air. Theo spotted a Wisemon hovering through the opening on a large open book, bringing up the rear.
Following suit, Theo took the plunge head first into the whistling streams of air. He stabilized his descent and flew to the head of the disorganized formation. Let the battle be joined.