Viktor Delacro
Warrior 
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 22, 2005 1:12:06 GMT -5
"Destroy such power, girl? I'd not think of it. There's a power within you. You have a seed of potential. I could use someone with such power. Perhaps it was destiny for your parents to die and for you to develop such magic. You could come with me, and those powers will grow. Faster than they could hear."
Viktor leaned back and regarded the girl.
"Now stand up straight and look me in the eye."
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 1:14:31 GMT -5
:she stood up tall, her full length, all 5 feet and 10 inches. her eyes met with his, as an anger passed through her veins:
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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 22, 2005 1:29:01 GMT -5
"I'll not have a potential apprentice subjugate herself. The only person who should subjugate you is your master. You should see and understand your place. Your place could be as my apprentice, with me as your only master. And the world as your servant."
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 1:30:40 GMT -5
a nerve had been pushed in her soemwhere: i would rather die then be your servant, the murder of my beloved parents
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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 22, 2005 1:34:19 GMT -5
"Is that it? You hate me for the deaths of your fool parents. I remember their final begging before I cut them like livestock. You should hate me. You should want me dead. You should want to kill me with your very hands, to feel the blood flow over your fingers like water."
Viktor spread his open palms.
"Then do it. Attack me. Kill me. Here I am."
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 1:36:35 GMT -5
penelope looked at him then simply walked to the water bucket: i am no murder as you are, sir, i am just a peasent girl orphaned, with no family
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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 22, 2005 1:56:04 GMT -5
"So you will let your parents go unavenged, you will bring dishonor to them? Here is their vicious killer and you will do nothing? You not as weak as that."
Viktor clenched his hands into fists. He lowered them to his sides. He walked up the girl once again. With a flick of his wrist he sent the water bucket out of her hands. He glared down at the girl, fire in his eyes.
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 2:00:24 GMT -5
penelope looked at him: why is that you seek my vengenace towards you? you should be piliging villages and killing poor farmers for you own petty fun. or shall you admire your power and wealth. no you rather be at a farm, having vengence sacked upon you? :she shakes her head: i do not under stand you, but if you want pain from me i shall give you some :with her right hand she slapped him against the cheek: there
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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 22, 2005 2:05:07 GMT -5
The girl's blow stung. It stung sweetly. She may not umnderstand now, but she would. In due time she would. He slowly turned his head back from the slap. His face now had a crazed smile on it. His eyes a hopeful flame.
"You're more similar to me than you would believe, young one. Why don't you come away from this paltry life?"
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 2:08:33 GMT -5
penelope looked at him with a rage so feirce but yet so pure; the paltry life is all i know thanks to you :with her left hand she slapped him again:
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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 22, 2005 2:14:30 GMT -5
Yes...yes...that was it, the rage within. Emotion so pure, so...tempting to corrupt. He would have it corrupted.
"Thanks to me, where was the young girl? Hiding...letting her parents die. While she cried her parents left this mortal coil. You did nothing to help them, you are as much to fault."
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 2:16:48 GMT -5
penelope raised her right hand again: i was a child :stircking him this time with her nails across his cheek: they saved me while you brutally killed them :she ran into her quinte cottage locking the door:
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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 22, 2005 2:24:18 GMT -5
Viktor wiped the blood from the broken skin. She drew blood. She was a ripe soil to plant the seed of evil. Viktor walked up to the cottage door. He yelled into it.
"What is your full name, young one?"
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 2:27:16 GMT -5
penelope opened the door, looked at him: why should you care what my name is? all you plan on do is making me your servant isnt it true? so if i am to become your servant my name is useless upon thine lips
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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 22, 2005 2:42:03 GMT -5
"You mistake the word apprentice for the word servant. I will train every speck of magic out of you, and you will be one of the most powerful mages to walk this land."
Viktor regarded the girl coldly.
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