( The clock shook for a moment as the impact made a deafening "CLINK!" that echoed throughout the map. )
( Even the Templar(s) knew Cadence absolutely won't take kindly to something like this. It takes off sprinting on all fours behind a Highrise, trying to hide. )
[ @Null_Symphony__ ]
( A Templar's throwing hammer struck the clock. It was throwing hammers into the air, trying to catch a heretic. A heretic, an explorer unworthy of Altars, yet activated them anyway. )
( But one, by sheer (un)luck, hit Cadence directly from above. )
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@CATALYSETHYDOOM ( A Templar was climbing a highrise, searching for someone. With claws for gripping hard materials. When, out of the blue, it spotted the wounded, bleeding Angel. )
" Hmm...? "
( It pursued and watched the Angel closely as it tried to crawl up the Highrise. )
( The Templars have invented a new currency, ‘Tilges.’ Separate from Tripcoins and Golden Gifts, they are small, metallic coins with a green coating. )
[ OPEN INT ]
( You see a Templar eating the bone marrow off a Void Explorer's bone that was sliced in half by a handmade cleaver-like object, made of sharpened and polished stone. )
( It is sitting on the stump of a chopped tree, along with the cleaver. )
( Interact? )
[ OPEN INT ]
( You see a Templar eating the bone marrow off a Void Explorer's bone that was sliced in half by a handmade cleaver-like object, made of sharpened and polished stone. )
( It is sitting on the stump of a chopped tree, along with the cleaver. )
( Interact? )
@Nullmines ( The Elite pushes away the Nullmine before it could snap it’s neck, and makes a loud whistle. )
( You see a whole herd of Templars, armed with various weapons. They surround the Elite and carry it away. )
@Nullmines ( An elite Templar just grabs the boulder and pushes it above with surprisingly minimal resistance. )
" We do not tolerate this act of heresy. "
( The Elite draws it's crossbow at Nullmine. )
" Run and never bother us again. "
[ SOLO ]
( The Templars are having their first coronation ceremony. )
( A crowd of Templars on top of a large Highrise watch as a stronger, larger Templar named "Molos", in chainmail and a cloak sits atop a block. )
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( The crowd starts cheering a lot harder. Molos bows, then steps forth to jump off and descend the highrise. The templars that were to Molos' sides sheathe their daggers and speak one last time before following Molos. )
" We thank each one of you for being here. "
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