"The war was the greatest conflict ever to happen on this planet," says the old man quietly. "And so, it awoke a terror from the depths. A being like us emerged at this time, perhaps from some distant time or place. Not quite human...and treacherous as the devil himself."
A cold breeze prompts the boy to inch closer.
"I speak of course," whispers the old man. "Of General @Tirin , leader of the Teal Order."
"If he was so important, how come I never heard about him in school?" asks the grandson.
"Perhaps history was wise to hide his deeds," says the old man. "He was the most terrifying force in the entire war."
Clips begin to play of men running for their lives only to be killed in an instant by blades and bullets. Lightning flashes as a lone survivor crawls towards safety, only to travel through time and instantaneously find himself impaled on a teal blade several feet away, held by a looming figure.
"When Tirin was discovered, he killed all who sought to restrain him," says the old man. "It is said that SneakDeath himself managed to convince Tirin to work as a mercenary general. He said that it would provide Tirin the most blood, the most glory, and that the war would worship him. Tirin liked the idea."
"So he went with the highest bidder?" asks the grandson.
"Yes, though it wasn't as high as he had expected," says the old man. "Most nations balked at the idea of a being that could manipulate time. In the end, a small insignificant nation offered their entire wealth and army to Tirin, knowing that only if this legend was true and on their side could they win the war."
"Wait, so what exactly were his powers?" asks the grandson.
"They're mostly legend," admits the grandson. "But to some degree, Tirin could manipulate time. Mostly just for himself, but to a lesser degree for his troops. His army could move at incredible speed, or at least that's what it seemed like up until they slaughtered you."
"That sounds kinda made up," says the grandson.
"I'm sure his powers were exaggerated," says the old man. "Most generals conducted their affairs far from the front, but Tirin fought out in the open, and is said to have personally shed as much blood as half his army. Whether those numbers are true or not, this I can say with certainty; the only thing Tirin's troops feared more than pain and death was disappointing their general."
The grandson looks at his phone.
"Perhaps there was no timey-wimey garbage, and the fear of the general's wrath was all that drove his men to such lengths," shrugs the old man. "But I don't believe that. The few survivors didn't, that's for sure."
"So how come he's not still kicking ass?" asks the grandson.
"The leadership of the nation that hired him feared Tirin," says the old man. "They believed that he would kill them in a quest for power and take over the country, and so they tried to kill him first."
The old man pauses.
"It didn't work," says the old man. "When Tirin left the smoking crater of their capitol city, he formed the Teal Order - a force comprised of Tirin loyalists and any who believed that the strongest should reign supreme. With a larger, stronger army, Tirin sought to conquer the Earth."
"Did he die?" asks the grandson.
"No," says the old man. "But the world nearly did."
Clips begin to play of Ryan Jerth in a large hall, pleading with diplomats from every nation to unite and fight the Teal Order. None of them dare to openly declare war against Tirin, and some begin talking of surrender.
Ryan shakes his head in dismay and begins to walk away, but one lone man walks forward and grabs him by the shoulder. Ryan turns around and smiles.
"There's only one person that Tirin underestimated," grins the old man. "Rock, the Polish Fist."
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This one's about @Tirin !
One more war story, then a conclusion!
A cold breeze prompts the boy to inch closer.
"I speak of course," whispers the old man. "Of General @Tirin , leader of the Teal Order."
"If he was so important, how come I never heard about him in school?" asks the grandson.
"Perhaps history was wise to hide his deeds," says the old man. "He was the most terrifying force in the entire war."
Clips begin to play of men running for their lives only to be killed in an instant by blades and bullets. Lightning flashes as a lone survivor crawls towards safety, only to travel through time and instantaneously find himself impaled on a teal blade several feet away, held by a looming figure.
"When Tirin was discovered, he killed all who sought to restrain him," says the old man. "It is said that SneakDeath himself managed to convince Tirin to work as a mercenary general. He said that it would provide Tirin the most blood, the most glory, and that the war would worship him. Tirin liked the idea."
"So he went with the highest bidder?" asks the grandson.
"Yes, though it wasn't as high as he had expected," says the old man. "Most nations balked at the idea of a being that could manipulate time. In the end, a small insignificant nation offered their entire wealth and army to Tirin, knowing that only if this legend was true and on their side could they win the war."
"Wait, so what exactly were his powers?" asks the grandson.
"They're mostly legend," admits the grandson. "But to some degree, Tirin could manipulate time. Mostly just for himself, but to a lesser degree for his troops. His army could move at incredible speed, or at least that's what it seemed like up until they slaughtered you."
"That sounds kinda made up," says the grandson.
"I'm sure his powers were exaggerated," says the old man. "Most generals conducted their affairs far from the front, but Tirin fought out in the open, and is said to have personally shed as much blood as half his army. Whether those numbers are true or not, this I can say with certainty; the only thing Tirin's troops feared more than pain and death was disappointing their general."
The grandson looks at his phone.
"Perhaps there was no timey-wimey garbage, and the fear of the general's wrath was all that drove his men to such lengths," shrugs the old man. "But I don't believe that. The few survivors didn't, that's for sure."
"So how come he's not still kicking ass?" asks the grandson.
"The leadership of the nation that hired him feared Tirin," says the old man. "They believed that he would kill them in a quest for power and take over the country, and so they tried to kill him first."
The old man pauses.
"It didn't work," says the old man. "When Tirin left the smoking crater of their capitol city, he formed the Teal Order - a force comprised of Tirin loyalists and any who believed that the strongest should reign supreme. With a larger, stronger army, Tirin sought to conquer the Earth."
"Did he die?" asks the grandson.
"No," says the old man. "But the world nearly did."
Clips begin to play of Ryan Jerth in a large hall, pleading with diplomats from every nation to unite and fight the Teal Order. None of them dare to openly declare war against Tirin, and some begin talking of surrender.
Ryan shakes his head in dismay and begins to walk away, but one lone man walks forward and grabs him by the shoulder. Ryan turns around and smiles.
"There's only one person that Tirin underestimated," grins the old man. "Rock, the Polish Fist."
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This one's about @Tirin !
One more war story, then a conclusion!