Mercury Zealot
Monstrocity of Moross - Deceased
Exocron, the Morossian Capital...
And so finally I shall peer into the heart of Moross, the heart of The Aesir Neth and his Godly Kin. Stone Hermes thought to himself as the shuttle touched down, rumbling his massive mechanical body. He stowed away his giant sword in a crevice on his back, near his spines. He had to show the Moross people whether or not they even knew he was here, that he and all Resu were their undoubted allies. He and the others had to maintain a civil image, despite their ruthless determination and dedication to the cause of Moross.
That was why he was here... to engage in a practice known as praying.
He lumbered off of the space vessel and observed his environment, before finally settling on an individual before him. He preformed the pointing, and then spoke an inquiry.
"Moross templeees? Where? Stone Hermes wishes to... pray?" He attempted to reduce the grimness of his voice, to induce a less... menacing tone to the aliens, now that he could tell the difference to a degree.
And so finally I shall peer into the heart of Moross, the heart of The Aesir Neth and his Godly Kin. Stone Hermes thought to himself as the shuttle touched down, rumbling his massive mechanical body. He stowed away his giant sword in a crevice on his back, near his spines. He had to show the Moross people whether or not they even knew he was here, that he and all Resu were their undoubted allies. He and the others had to maintain a civil image, despite their ruthless determination and dedication to the cause of Moross.
That was why he was here... to engage in a practice known as praying.
He lumbered off of the space vessel and observed his environment, before finally settling on an individual before him. He preformed the pointing, and then spoke an inquiry.
"Moross templeees? Where? Stone Hermes wishes to... pray?" He attempted to reduce the grimness of his voice, to induce a less... menacing tone to the aliens, now that he could tell the difference to a degree.