They are natural born leaders and many stories end with them sacrificing their life for those they were sworn to protect. Giving them not only healing, but guidance, assurance, and compassion. They are also stalwart defenders of those within their charge. Most find it through their own sense for order, some find it through a patron god, and rarely others find power within the corruption.ĭe-fraggers are masters of combat, cutting down swarms of enemies in brilliant flashes of retribution. You need power to keep depredation at bay, and that power can come from many different places. Most de-fraggers work towards this goal, though their methods may differ wildly.
The world is full of corruption and they have made it their solemn duty to stamp it out to their dying breath. The Wall Against DegradationĪ de-fragger is called to stand against chaos. Then the shield shattered, and he stood for one final moment of glory. Fighting back pain, swallowing tears, he choked out the only word he could muster, the only one he really needed to say anymore. Outside, the destroyer smashed relentlessly against it. He strained to keep the bubble shield active, but he could already see cracks forming in its matrix. Tears fell from his own face onto hers, as he was pushed down to his knees. Now he stood, the only thing between the abomination and his bleeding and broken sister. In seconds his friends had been decimated. The guardian had been motionless before but crossing some invisible threshold had brought it to terrible motion. Whoever it was, they had saved him in more than one way. His faith had been broken, his spirit shattered, but somewhere, something was listening to his prayer. His friends, in the warmth of this respite, regathered their strength. He was a lone candle, in a swarm of moving blackness, corrupted stretching as far as he could see. Holding his brilliant De-Frag icon to the peak of his reach, he called out to any god that would listen. The horde had stopped at his light and was held back, for now. They knew now what they were dealing with and how her code forced her to eradicate corruption, and oh, was their friend corrupted.
Two arms on him and her other two defending her back. His friends had drawn weapons to help, but so had she. Seconds later and he was hanging in the air by his neck. But when he began spitting heresy about The Brothers all over the table, her patience ran dry. That’s why she kept her cool for so long.
The fool was drunk, surrounded by “friends”, and too proud for his own good.
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