Viktor Delacro
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Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 20, 2005 22:10:51 GMT -5
Viktor kneeled quietly in the graveyard. He donned his black cloak. He knew not who lay dead here, or how many of them had been killed by his own hand.
He remembered that war five years ago. His great loss. How could he have lost to a weakling kingdom like this. Lost to that coward king...
He always had felt closer to Her Mightiness when he was in the graveyard, but that connection had been lost. Now he felt empty, where there should have been power, there was a void. And it kiled him, slowly.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 20, 2005 22:17:20 GMT -5
Guinevere kneeled at her father's grave, a feeling of saddness sreading through her. She looked at the man a few graves away. She searched him with her eyes but soon turned back to her father's grave.
"I love you father... I'm sorry your not here to be proud of you daughter. To see me now..." she said softly.
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Viktor Delacro
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 0:33:39 GMT -5
Viktor glanced to his side, the young lady from the gate was kneeling before a grave there.
"Respects to your father, young lady? Was he a fighter in the war five years ago?"
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 0:39:31 GMT -5
"Yes... but he only died a few short months ago." she said softly. Her red hair fell into her fierce green eyes. She placed a single red rose upon the grave before standing up.
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Viktor Delacro
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 1:06:06 GMT -5
"A hardy one then, it was a bloody war. Did he ever tell you stories of it?"
Viktor stood from his kneel.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 1:09:27 GMT -5
"He felt that if he told me they would interfere with my thoughts... my dreams." she said resting her hand on the sword at her hip. It had belonged to her father and had seen many battles.
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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 1:11:48 GMT -5
"Ah, then I assume he never told you of the man who led the defense of this kingdom did he? Or the man who led the armies that attacked it?"
A look of curiosity entered Viktor's eyes, and he looked out from under his hood.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 1:16:59 GMT -5
"No... he thought that the wraths of war were something a Lady should never know."
Her eyes were their fierce green color, glistening as she spoke.
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 1:36:56 GMT -5
"You seem to want to know them. I could teach you them, if you wanted."
Viktor turned to the young girl. She seemed to want the adventure, she would need a mentor if she wanted to survive in the outside world. Someone experienced in survival in that cruel realm, and he met the prerequisites.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 1:39:20 GMT -5
"Perhaps you could..." she said, taking a few steps foward. She glanced down at the amulet that hung from her delicate neck, contrasting against her fair skin.
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Viktor Delacro
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 1:49:26 GMT -5
" I could." Viktor said with finality.
"And maybe I should start with the Last Great War. For those who do not know the past, are doomed to repeat it."
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 1:51:47 GMT -5
She looked at him yet again, the fire within her eyes clear. She wan't quite sure she trusted him. She smiled slightly, tossing her hair over her shoulders.
"and thats where you'd be wrong... not all are doomed to repeat something of which they do not know."
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Viktor Delacro
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 2:04:13 GMT -5
"That is a risk to take, young lady. As is it a risk to trust someone you don't know too well. But which risk is greater? The risk to adventure uninformed, or the risk to be educated?"
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 11:35:02 GMT -5
She pondered his words, knowing the true answer. But then again, to her, it was always better to learn for yourself.
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Kaldaka/Traveller
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They call me Traveller. Through darkness I understand the light.....
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Post by Kaldaka/Traveller on Nov 21, 2005 13:30:16 GMT -5
Kaldaka walked in the gates, the black hood of her cloak covering her face completely, showing only her cold grey eyes far inside of the hood. She passed a man and woman talking as she walked, but ignored them, her eyes focused on two graves side by side not far away. In a little bit she reached them. Kneeling between them, she whispered softly, "I miss you, ada. I miss you, mother," as she placed a white rose on each of the graves.
The headstones were small, and carved on one of them were the words, "Melennon Korenen. Died in the peace of Our Lord." The other one read, "Kenteren Korenen. Died in the peace of Our Lord." Standing up, she stood for a moment, her head bowed in silence as the familiar storm shook her. Why? Why? The question had been haunting her for months, and it was the reason she had run away to join the militia. One step towards her goal of assassin. Then.... revenge.
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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]