Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5583506-20150120160201

Victorius was strutting around in the hideout, examining the outlines, while Wraith was scanning through some documents with unknown contents.

"You mentioned before that we were about to steal whatever was inside that mansion before it exploded, yet you have said that you don't care about wealth", said the Imperial.

"I don't", replied Wraith. "But no great leader raised an army based solemnly on words, my dear Victorius. If we are to create a new world, there are unfortunately some things that cannot be won over with words. Gold is the only language which we all can speak and understand, as I say."

Victorius nodded in agreement. "Well... that is true..." He then smacked with his lips. "Man or woman?"

The rebel raised the head upon hearing the question. "Hm?"

"I mean: are you a man or a woman? I know, I know... You are going to say that it doesn't matter which gender you are as long as you fight for what's right, and I think so too, it's just that I am a bit curious."

Wraith seemed amused. "Well, you learn quickly don't you, Victorius? I am glad you followed me that night those months ago. But I am afraid that I cannot answer that question. The purpose of my concealed identity is that anyone can be me... and become me. In fact, everyone who is willing to fight the tyranny of the nobles are me. You are me, Victorius. I am me..."

Victorius didn't like philosophical answers, even though he understood the point of Wraith's vague answer. If the criminal revealed his or her gender, it would just narrow down the authorities' list of suspects. It couldn't be allowed... Not for Wraith...

"How did you kill those nobles exactly?"

Wraith didn't raise the head this time, but simply kept reading the documents. "With a shot to the heart."

"No, I meant how? The authorities say that they couldn't find a single trace of breaking and entering. They say it was as if they had been killed by a ghost."

"Hence my name", shrugged Wraith, seemingly undisturbed.

''Why does he have to be damn secretive? It's not as if I would reveal anything about him... at least I think it's a him...''

"So you did what? You came in through the window and...?"

"You are a nosy one, aren't you? You will learn all in due time, Victorius. For now, just let me plan this next assassination. There are some books in the other room you can read if you are feeling bored."

"I can't read."

Wraith put down the documents. "And that's the reason why this world has to change. Should those born under different circumstances be more privileged than others and earn the availability to learn? I don't think so. And I intend to stop it."

''Why? You are a bloody noble, yourself. What are you really up to? Who are you?''

"If you want to help", said Wraith and made an eccentric gesture with the hand. "You could begin to sort through all the spoils of my earlier victories in the common room."

"Y-you mean the piles of gold I saw before?" stuttered Victorius.

"Indeed. I trust you, Victorius. I know you won't steal. And even if you did, no harm would be done. There's more where that came from. And more will come..."

Victorius nodded and stumbled out of the room. He couldn't even begin to tell what this meant. Wraith had basically entrusted him with a treasury and had done so in confidence that he wouldn't steal even know the rebel knew that the Imperial had only seen amounts of gold like that in his dreams.

''Maybe following Wraith that day wasn't such a bad idea after all? ''he reflected.