Message #18138

[Nathan Garrein]

Nathan Garrein stared into the horizon as their team walked slowly, still eager to have a piece of the action while still being alert. It was his second time going out with a team, and since that fateful experience he never got into a team, everything he does, he did alone but this time he wouldn't disappoint.

It started to rain heavily as he recalled a memory when he was just a survivor in Natasya's Outpost, long before he was found by a man named Ceddar Hawk nearly dead within Wolfbow and initiated into Fenrir's Fangs of the Black Dragon Empire.

Garrein was part of a six man team of mid-equiped survivors looking for some decent loot which was led by a cocky individual. At first they hesitated to follow because he could lead them to peril but they were desperate for supply.

For the time being they were good but by the time Longarms were showing up, they were overrun and were forced to defend themselves. His girlfriend was there, Garrein saw his girlfriend ripped to shreds by the onslaught while the cocky leady fled in the darkness amidst the flashes of gunfire. Garrein tried so hard to reach and rescue her but instead he was pounced by something and grew unconscious.

By the time he woke up, he was in Natasya’s and a group of Fenrir’s Fangs surrounded him.

Now, they were in the Longarm area of Fairview at that same forsaken area, Wolfbow.

“I heard something.” Garrein whispered in his radio. “Need permission to halt the advance sir.” His commanding officer facepalmed him and continued to move, with heavy equipment clattering and covered by the heavy rain’s downpour.

“Sir, halt the advance!” Garrein whispered loudly to the radio, “Do you feel that?”

At first his commanding officer didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary but suddenly he felt it too. A soft thumping vibrated from the ground, as his commanding officer looked at the puddle vibrate beside him and mouthed to his team “What the hell is that?”

“I think something big is coming” Garrein replied to the radio as he saw the Fostern behind him grew uneasy.

Cautiously his commanding officer replied softly in the radio “Defensive positions!” as the rain within the vicinity formed a silhouette and he saw it on the horizon they faced… The Behemoth.

And his commanding officer just smiled, devilishly, “This is where legends are made.”