That's what we'd become, templars of a cause not lost- just not right for us. We'd seen our own sides to the world's we'd once dwelled in, once called home. It wasn't for us - but then who was to say this would be. This wasn't some sort of new fangled path, it was a reevaluation on our collective opinions. What we thought was just, what was the truth and what should be fought for or protected.
So the three of us sat there, the monument in furihata- or at least the hardline cloest to it and decided. The higher-archy of the templar - at its finest - drawn from the depths of all sides - ex-epn zealots, merrovingians with a taste for business over servitude and of course machinists who'd not liked what they'd seen on their side of the fence.
It's almost amusing, a family formed of the fallen from broken homes. But each solid in thier own accord - ronin: masterless samurai united now. An oxymoron and yet.... so fitting. There would be more, at least i'd held hopes that this group of kin would grow - but swallowed down naieve dreams and hopes- that's always the quintessential way of protecting your dreams in this place, hiding them. To protect them from being shattered in the name of war, the name of effecienncy - even the name of freedom. But then, it really depends on what you choose to dream of.
Ours was something else, something different, no dreams of fame or fortune, dillusions of power or control - merely unification under context of our beliefs, it was as curious as it was intriguing in the light of what i'd been used to. Always the vizeer never the leader i suppose.... or in this case a high templar.
It's not really a pre-determined path,no previous arch-type we could be grouped into. Not mercenaries and yet... willingness to do what we must regardless ofwho it would be for. There was little doubt in my mind that we'd end up hovering in a realm between zionist views and the EPN, but there was more in the arrangement of beliefs. There was that merovingian taste of business, lets say finishing the paint job but in shades of grey. Not always the most pure and good ways of dealing with things - but some ends could always justify some means.
I doubt that even she could see what is comming for this group.... if anything. But it wouldn't change it's pressence or it's rise - whether it be flights of stairs or just a few steps. Regardless of what would happen, what we would become we would still all be the same....
I'd still be what i was, still the same....
Still a Broken Templar.
Darminian
