Pilot ~ by Dean Ross (2012)

From the world of Lineage 2. Re-posting from  when the expansion for the Kamael race came out.


My first memory is of Gremlins, swarming, biting, and nipping at my flesh. My instincts told me to lash out, which of course I did. Each skull that was crushed beneath my blows seemed to make me stronger. Limbs snapped like twigs in a gale, bodies flew across the room, smashing into walls and slowly sliding down.

The red haze that clouded my vision slowly lifted. Bodies littered the central area of the birthing chamber. The blood of a dozen gremlins pooled gently around my feet, the warm stickiness sending waves of pleasure through my entire being. This is what it is to be alive … This is what it is to be Kamael.

Two figures stood on a dais on the far side of the room from the stairs that led to the surface, a male and a female of my race. The male looked to be more official then the diminutive woman standing beside him. I approached them and bowed slightly at the waist, never allowing our eyes to break contact. He shifted his head slightly to the side indicating I should speak with the female first.

“Greetings, I have come to fight.”

The woman smiled and replied “That is good, and as it should be. The Island of Souls has been thrust back onto the prime material plane. Our time is upon us, we shall gain our lost wing. One of those creatures behind you holds a very special gem; if you retrieve it for me I will reward you well indeed.”

I nodded my head once and turned to the milling creatures. My sight passed slowly over the throng. The gremlins were multiplying as I watched, new ones spawning from the very air itself. I lifted my sword and slowly walked down the 3 stairs to the floor; I lifted my bloody ancient sword in front of my face and charged. First to the left and then right my sword lashed out cutting the gremlins down like a scythe cuts through wheat. Whirling, leaping, and rolling through the blood and intestines that littered the floor, a power filled my entire being to overflowing.

The battle haze finally left me and I found myself in the center of the room. Hundreds of freshly slain Gremlins littered the floor. In my right hand was my ancient sword, more an extension of my arm then a separate weapon. In my other hand rested a gore stained Blue Gem, little pieces of grey matter still clung to it. I walked slowly to the woman on the dais, reached out and overturned my hand above hers, dumping the Gem and bits of brain into her palm. Nothing needed to be said, she silently handed me a slip of paper and with a nod directed me toward the male.

“My name is Perwan.” he took the now bloody slip of paper from my hand and handed me a package. “Here is a little gift to help you begin your adventures.”

I opened it to find magical potions that would heal wounds received in battle, and an item that would increase the amount of damage I inflicted with my weapon. “I thank you for these gifts, and shall bring honor to the tribe by slaying our enemies.”

“Go to the village and speak with the townsfolk. Fulfill their petty tasks and equip yourself for the coming War.”

I nodded once, turned and made my way up the stairs to the Surface of the Prime Material Plain. A cool breeze wafted across my body. The blood that covered me began to dry as I slowly walked across the field. Elpys and Keltirs played in the long grasses, those that came too near me died quickly and painlessly. I walked into the village of the Kamael covered in drying blood, an Ancient Sword clutched in my fist, and my lone wing slowly furling and unfurling. My name is Pilot and I will steer the course of destiny. I shall bend fate to my will and make even the Gods tremble.

For that is what it is to be Kamael.