Argos Mhor
The Pontiff
ELYSIAN SURFACE,
The mask hung from Argos' face, as it always does. He crouched close to the ground, reaching his gloved hand out to inspect the floor of the heretic's temple. As he was looking intently at his finger, one of his soldiers approached. Argos saw him out of the corner of his eye, and when the soldier stopped the Pontiff slowly brought his ominously masked face to properly look at the young man. When the kid shuddered, Argos snickered silently under his mask. "Pontiff, I believe we've cleared the temple." Argos let a moment pass before his response, "I'd better hope so."
Brushing past the soldier, Argos slowly walked through the halls of the temple. To the left and to the right the bodies of the heretics littered the halls. Whatever faith they followed did not matter to Argos, they chose to not follow his and they received the proper punishment.
Argos Mhor turned a corner and came upon the library. A corpse laid in the doorway, and Argos simply gave it a quick glance before stepping over it and entering. He spent a few minutes combing through their mediocre collection, cherry picking a few for himself to keep. Satisfied with his findings, the Pontiff turned to leave the library to find that the corpse in the doorway was still wiggling. With his free hand, Argos pulled his long hilted lightsaber from his belt and put the man out of his misery. Only slightly did Argos hope that Halrormalenth would make this one less flawed, and a follower of the true faith.
Standing outside of the temple with his books in hand, Argos gave the order to his small band of warriors to torch the temple. He watched it burn, and the smell filtered through his mask and into his nostrils.
The mask hung from Argos' face, as it always does. He crouched close to the ground, reaching his gloved hand out to inspect the floor of the heretic's temple. As he was looking intently at his finger, one of his soldiers approached. Argos saw him out of the corner of his eye, and when the soldier stopped the Pontiff slowly brought his ominously masked face to properly look at the young man. When the kid shuddered, Argos snickered silently under his mask. "Pontiff, I believe we've cleared the temple." Argos let a moment pass before his response, "I'd better hope so."
Brushing past the soldier, Argos slowly walked through the halls of the temple. To the left and to the right the bodies of the heretics littered the halls. Whatever faith they followed did not matter to Argos, they chose to not follow his and they received the proper punishment.
Argos Mhor turned a corner and came upon the library. A corpse laid in the doorway, and Argos simply gave it a quick glance before stepping over it and entering. He spent a few minutes combing through their mediocre collection, cherry picking a few for himself to keep. Satisfied with his findings, the Pontiff turned to leave the library to find that the corpse in the doorway was still wiggling. With his free hand, Argos pulled his long hilted lightsaber from his belt and put the man out of his misery. Only slightly did Argos hope that Halrormalenth would make this one less flawed, and a follower of the true faith.
Standing outside of the temple with his books in hand, Argos gave the order to his small band of warriors to torch the temple. He watched it burn, and the smell filtered through his mask and into his nostrils.