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Be it at a wayward station, or a local Lambda station, a drifter could always be spotted in the background or within the bar. Talking tall tales of a land beyond the horizon, beyond the sunrise.
"This is where the fight matters, these will be the hero's, you can be too"
He would say, as whatever beast followed him that day slept outside. Crowds would appear, they would listen to these tall tales, be it fiction or fact, it did its job.
"Our duty is your duty and your duty is ours."
His clothes ruined, his boots damaged, he would hand you a flyer, a simple set of Coords of a camp, a sanctuary was there.
"Brothers and Sisters Unite. The Time to strike is now, not here in the backlines but on the shores of destiny and the outcrops of the future. Our duty is death, our duty is Vigilance. But foremost, our duty is vengeance."
He would bark.
"For years we have slumbered underneath the Combine's Grasp, losing our humanity, our very essence, our spirit. No longer shall we allow it, We witnessed what you could do when provided the correct direction and a strong enough Anchor. BOTH of which can be found within."
He continued. Slamming the end of his rifle onto the ground.
"Where others left you to the gutters, where the combine stained your soul, we still accept you. Join the Order, Join the tribe. Regain your humanity and regain our home.
This is our home not theirs.
Our duty is to serve our spirits. Our Humanity. By God we will have it back, inch by inch.
Kill by kill."
He finally leaves, leaving the flyers in the bar. Never to be seen again, unless you take up his call?
DM @Amiromo + @Zeenz To apply / join the Tribe of Bone. It isn't hard : )
Any questions ask below.
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