Dredgen Yor

Yor’s back arched as he hissed in pain. He stumbled back his hands shaking as he tried to regain his senses. “Well, didn’t you little lights learn tricks.” he muttered his fingers curing tighter around Thorn’s handle. “Do you know what it’s like?” He asked staring at her. He ran his thumb over the fingers.  “To have all that you worked for, all your effort shunned.” He held up his gun shooting at the guardian.   “To be called the villain because you had to make a greater choice. To loose your light?” He walked the warlock Thorn cozying up to her stomach as he pulled the trigger. “To feel that light die and you did nothing? Perhaps you would like to feel your light die.” Yor said flicking at the helmet of the warlock. “Where is your ghost?” He asked letting the wind move his cloak slightly. “Where is the traveler’s light?”  

“I am yes.” He said tilting his head as he crouched down close. “I am Dredgen Yor. It’s a bit of a dull name isn’t it?” He said chuckling. “Just so expected for a villain.” He said taking out thorn. He placed the barrel to the center of the warlock’s helmet. “All cause I decided to try a new path. I tried to utlize resources that weren’t in the light’s agenda.”  He moved quickly stabbing the warlock in the left shoulder. He left the blade there his hand going up to squeeze her neck.  “Not even the light can answer how to save it.” He said squeezing the throat of the warlock as he stood up dragging the body with him. “So why not seek a middle ground. Break a few eggs like our ancestors have. It’s all for the greater good. That’s what they say.” He rambled letting go and pulling out his knife. 

“It’s always a pleasure when a position of power acknowledges the flaws that have been creeping about the land.” The man said standing up. His body swayed as he walked. The man pulled his hood further over his helmet. “I always enjoy meeting little lights that seem to think there is only one path. So narrow and always tittering. Does it get tiring staying in the light?” He asked walking towards a tree. “it must be tirign sitting on the throne of a lord. So much light to match, but not enough to save people is it?” 

The man laughed tilting back to look at the other. A light source, something to feed this hunger. The black cloak of the man brushed across the snow wind kicked up. “Just another guardian on a mission.” The man said flexing his hand slowly. He ran his fingers along the snow leaving grooves as he hummed. “Why did you come up here?” He asked rolling his neck. Just a small light for now, something needs to go back and warn the guardians. Where was the fun if they never knew he was there? 

“Name...” He echoed smiling under his mask. He eyed the hand cannon, it was Thorn but it would due for now. His hand shot out grabbing the back of Andal’s neck bringing his knee up to knock the man in gut. A free hand slide up along Andal’s side pulling the Hand cannon out from it’s holster. “Name’s aren’t important here.” He muttered gripping the other’s neck tightly. He shoved Andal into the sand looking at the hand cannon. “I can tell you many names, just pick one and that is my name.” 

“It is best to leave it with an old fool then young fool. All roses need skilled hands to care for them. Least they wilt.” Yor said laying back on the hood of the car. He looked up at the sky holding his hand up, “I miss going out there.” Yor confessed to her. “Perhaps little light, you are meant to ensure new light is not consumed by the darkness.” Yor said prodding his ghost, “The amount of empty shells I have found in my ventures is, concerning.”   

                           “ is that not what we all seek? adversaries to the light? the one thing that battles us in power as a way to measure our own? “ and more so to hope they give answers to their own destruction. “ and no, the hive are of the darkness i know, but these here are only pawns in a greater scheme. i have come to learn more of you, more so your thorn. “

“What do you want to know of Thorn?” Yor asked staring out at the canyon. “How it works? How guardians think they can wield for the side the light?” Yor said starting to laugh. “There is not much to share that ghastly lore will not tell.”    

anoldspade   Yor smiled seeing a hunter talking to their ghost. He started to limp towards the pair coughing. “Help!” He called out reaching towards the guardian. He leaned  against the wall. “Help me please!” 

Yor slid down to his knees “Please, help me. I, I lost my fire team.” Yor choked out his hands shaking. “It was so dark in there. They just coming at us.” Yor said coughing more, his hand shook as though he was crying under his mask. “I, we didn’t realize how many were down there. The screeches of the wizards. My, my ghost was devoured by those, those things.” He spat bitterly looking up to Andal. “Why, why would the Vangurad send us down there? I, it was so dark. The floor must have been made of them.” Yor kept spurting, he had gotten good at lying to guardians. Perfected playing the lost and beaten down member. His eyes looked at the man’s ghost, pure traveler’s light, untouched by any darkness that crept closer to a guardian. 

Open thread

Diana nodded respectfully towards him. She reached into one of her pockets and pulled out an artifact: a sculpture, of sorts, of a rose, the sickly green “petals” emanating dark energy in tendrils. “I found this in some Hive tunnels. I believe this is yours?” She held it out to him.

Yor didn’t take it, “No, it was a gift for someone.” He told her closing his eyes. “Think before you act little light, what you think is terrible is far better then what crawls on the other side.” He stood up walking away from the guardian, “Remember, you can’t take what you have into the dark.”