A Tired Prayer From A Tired Hero
Player: “Lord Telamon, the maker of the seven swords, the creator of the heights, the god of chaos, sun, and fire.. The god who helped make our existence with Builderman and Erik.. The one who feasts upon the dawn of August 13th along with the joyful Robloxians to celebrate your life.. Please hear my pitiful begs and grant me some of your fire to continue collecting the swords made by your hands and power.. Let my body be the sheath of the Ice dagger, Venomshank, Ghostwalker, Firebrand, and the Windforce to grant my Robloxian body mercy from your wrathful sword holders as I continue on my path to the Darkheart and Illumina to join the rest in my wounded body.. If I am fated to fail or disappoint you, let the heavy ban hammer weigh down onto my skull and allow MrDoomBringer to lead me into the fiery, pain-filled, banlands.. Shall the Illumina guide us all to a dream land, my Lord..”
[Back at Roblox HQ]
Shedletsky:“I think someone just prayed to Telamon… Eh.. I’m still recovering, can’t go in person due to the fact that I’m still bald.. Then they’ll know Shedletsky is Telamon.. Telamon should look at the letter of who got so desperate to pray to Telamon..”
*A light of fire flashes before Shedletsky as he holds a piece of paper before he looks at the sender before starting to read it as his face goes slightly pale*
Shedletsky:“Oh, Hey it’s the kid! Let’s see here.. Oh.. oh.. oohhh… This kid has earned themselves a vacation.. They're clearly troubled with all these quests.. Telamon means, Telamon is almost fully rested and recovered.. Telamon guesses, Telamon will let the little chick rest in the nest for a while.”
[Back with the Player]
*Player looks behind him at the Temple of the Red Sun, before starting to feel sick as he looked back down at the sand*
Player: “Another thing to add to the therapy money total.. I feel like vomiting.. It m-must just be heatstroke, right? This shouldn’t be weighing so heavily on me.. I fought two kids, their uncle, I’ve killed a king, fought a guy who turned into a plant after losing again, fought four of my emotions… Come on player, you just fought a genie, a temple guard, and an ancient.. You shouldn’t be letting yourself fold like this..”
*Player’s eyelids felt heavy along with their chest feeling tight as they slowly lose consciousness in the warm desert sand*
Player:“I’m sorry, Lord Telamon..”
*Shedletsky had appeared before going to pick up Player a soft regretful look on his face*
Shedletsky:“It’s okay.. Player, I’m here now.. Let’s get you back to HQ. I’ll need Dusekkar to fetch some medics..”
