It was just another day for Urkbekk, wake up, enjoy the morning, avoid any adventurers who would attack any goblin they see just for a little experience, and so on. He was wandering the woods when he found it, a metal machine, fallen from the sky. Now, Urkbekk wasn't like most goblins, who just mindlessly do whatever suits them, no, Urkbekk was a thinker, one might say an intellectual among his kind (though, perhaps smart to a goblin is still relatively dim to everyone else). He chose to look inside of the machine, and he found a dead bieng, about his size. It was wearing an orange jumpsuit and on his belt was a strange hexagonal object. Being the curious bugger he was, he chose to take the jumpsuit and try it on for himself. He also found a strange sort of crossbow in the machine with the dead being, which he chose to take as a crossbow is a rarity to a goblin. Later that day he returned to his tribe, the others mocked and sneered at him over his strange, bright garments. Now make no mistake, Urkbekk might have been smart, but he was still a goblin, and he still had a short temper. He chose to challenge their chief. As in many cultures, goblin culture was one that valued strength, and, well, Urkbekk wasn't strong (again, that's in terms of goblins, take that for what you will). Be that as it may, he had to go through with it. During the duel however, as Urkbekk stops there, knowing he was doomed. The chief threw a spear at him, at that time the artifact on the belt of the jumpsuit activated, manifesting some sort of shield, stopping the spear. After they both stood for a moment, surprised and confused, the chief rushed him with a crude sword. As he did Urkbekk brought the weapon he had found up, aiming it at the chief, and squeezed the trigger. The weapon fired a blast of light into the chief's face, killing him instantly. Suffice to say nobody in his tribe messed with him again, not only because he had become the new chief, but because they were genuinely afraid of his newfound weapons.
It was a day after a long battle to claim another wellspring from Utgar, the troops were exhausted and had very low morale. Jandar walked through the camp of the surviving men, he came across Sgt. Drake Alexander who was sitting around a camp fire with some of the summoned 4th Massachusetts Line. All the men knew that the capture of this wellspring would be a major victory for General Jandar.
Drake looked up at Jandar, he had his own thoughts about the wellsprings of course, most of the soldiers did, but weren't as vocal about them as he was.
"Sir, if the wellsprings hold practically unlimited power, would it be possible to summon someone who had never existed? Like someone from a book or some cartoon or something?"
The other men laughed at his question, Jandar gave him no response, but thought about the idea. He pondered it, thinking that it may not be entirely impossible.
Later he went into the wellspring chamber, gazing through space and time, his interests being drawn back to the Earth. He saw the personality of Uncle Sam, noticing how often he appeared throughout the time of the United States, seeing how he was used as a symbol of freedom for the Americans to rally behind. The words of Sgt. Drake still lingered in his mind, and he began a summoning from the wellspring, a kind of which none of the Valkyries had tried before.
"Another late night eh Jason?" Officer Monroe said as he poked his head into the room. Inside, Detective Scott was standing, staring at the pin board as he held a coffee mug in his hand. He glanced at the commissioner only momentarily, before looking back at the board, pondering the various images and documents pinned up.
"Lombardi isn't gonna catch himself Don." The detective answered directly. The officer placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, but neither are you if you don't get any rest." He let go and turned to leave, walking towards the entrance of the station. "Just lock up when you're ready to leave. And don't stay too long."
Jason waved lazily as the officer left. Sighing, taking his glasses off of his face and holding them. Desmond Lombardi was had been evading them for a few years now. No matter what they tried to lock him up for, he always seemed to be able to wriggle out of whatever they charged him with. He had an explanation for seemingly everything. Juries would be payed off, carefully laundered drug and human trafficking money through various small businesses. Jason needed some air, he decided to head out. Leaving the police station.
He walked down the streets of New York. The city was never quiet. The sound of traffic filling his ears as he walked. When he joined the academy he only became a cop to try and protect people. Was that why he kept working at the station now? He wasn't even sure anymore. He had plenty of money to retire. "After I get Lombardi." he had always promised his wife. That seemed so long ago now. Angela was gone now, all he had was his work. To Jason it felt like he was settling a grudge, it felt as though Lombardi was the one who took her from him. This wasn't the case of course, she had been ill for years after all. But even knowing that, Jason needed to settle this, it seemed like the only way he could be at peace.
He saw a very obvious drug deal going on in a back alley, pausing as he watched the deal go down. The thugs obviously took notice, shouting things at Jason as he watched them.
"You idiots. You're doing this a block from the police station?" He said sounding exasperated. The thugs looked around at one another, before aggressively beginning to walk towards Jason. He looked them up and down, they all seemed to have one of their hands in each of their pockets, he figured they must all be armed, being junkies they most likely only had knives. He took his handgun out of his holster inside of his jacket, firing some warning shots into the ground in front of them. As expected, they ran off. They weren't worth his time. They would be easily caught soon enough.
Jason sighed as he walked away from the alleyway, heading back home. He noticed that the moon was full tonight. He didn't consider himself a superstitious man, though he had heard the stories of course. He thought little of it before he entered his home, patting Jeffery, his dog for a moment. He headed upstairs into his room, sighing as he sat on the edge of his bed, ready to sleep for the night. However, he was interrupted by a crash of glass shattering downstairs. He quickly got up and listened, he determined that there was definitely someone in his house. But how did they get in? Jeffery was downstairs, and he didn't make so much as a sound. Jeffery always barked at anyone he didn't know, he would definitely bark up a storm if a stranger broke in. Could it be someone he already knew?
Jason quickly grabbed his shotgun from under his bed. It didn't matter who it was, he still would defend himself and his home either way.
August 1st, 2016, 10:54 PM
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