Viktor Delacro
Warrior 
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 0:41:28 GMT -5
"And that's where you are wrong. Most people don't deserve to carry an honorable name. Most people don't deserve anything. Especially not...failures, like me."
Viktor wheezed once more.
"There was once a time when I was immune to such ailments, and now I wonder if my choice was correct to leave that path. Tell me, young lady, if you left your path, do you think it would be the right choice?"
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 0:47:13 GMT -5
"No... if I left my path as a warrior I would go to being a young lady you waited for a noble knight to marry. For me, battle and adventure is what I crave... what I live for." she said resting her hands on her hips.
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Viktor Delacro
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Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 1:08:03 GMT -5
"Yes, battle is a temptation to live for. I used to know battle. Once lived the dream you now crave. Maybe it's not what you think it might be?"
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 1:15:50 GMT -5
"Maybe... but all the same. I live to fight... the need to weild a sword runs through my very veins." she said, the moonlight making her eyes glisten as well as the amulet around her delicate neck.
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
Posts: 267
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 1:24:34 GMT -5
Viktor saw much of himself in this young one. And perhaps the making of his next general. A young mind is easy to corrupt.
"Perjaps you need a bigger reason to fight? Perhaps a master to learn the art of war from?"
He might just earn Tiamat's favor back yet.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 1:27:01 GMT -5
"Perhaps..." she said, tilting her head as she spoke. She was young, only of twenty years. Her father had wished to marry her off but had died before he could finish the deed.
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
Posts: 267
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 1:43:38 GMT -5
"I'm versed in all manner of adventure and battle. I put forth an offer to be your mentor. It will be your choice."
Viktor found the will to smile deep with him. He had found purpose. He could bring this paltry kingdom down from the inside. Rot it away at its roots.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 1:46:33 GMT -5
"perhaps... if I feel the need for a mentor." she said flatly, almost hating the idea of a mentor.
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
Posts: 267
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 1:53:20 GMT -5
"Maybe not a mentor, but a friend perhaps, a partner to show you what adventure is about then. I am free of all engagements for now, and you could find use of me. I think."
Viktor stood once more, now with renewed strength.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 1:54:17 GMT -5
She nodded in agreement, a hand resting upon her chin in thought.
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
Posts: 267
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 2:01:51 GMT -5
"You need not decide now. I wont be leaving here for quite some time, and I'll be taking residence in the Inn. I will let you consider my words. My nowledge can be for you to exploit, but it must be your choice to come to me."
Viktor placed a hand on her shoulder and his blue eyes looked into hers.
"I see great power in you. It would be a shame to waste it."
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 11:32:44 GMT -5
"My power will not be wasted... but simply used in the way that it is destined to be." she said, her fierce green eyes growing darker as she looked into his.
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
Posts: 267
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 14:39:51 GMT -5
"Then come, we must talk of many things, and we will see where this destiny leads you."
Viktor motioned to the gates.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 14:43:50 GMT -5
She nodded and mounted Akin. Taking hold of the reins, she smoothed out the skirt of her dress with her free hand.
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
Posts: 267
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 14:47:13 GMT -5
As they walked Viktor pondered which strings to pull on this young one. Emotions were a powerful weapon, and a powerful tool. The proper aplication of their force would bring her to the darkness faster than he could ever imagine. Such was the folly of youth.
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[glow=red,2,300]Since The first time our eyes met, I've loved you. Knowing that we will be together for an eternity and more is the only true happiness I've ever known. Never let me wake from the dream that is your love...[/glow]