Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5583506-20150120235732

(Third friggin' time I rewrite this text because of misclickings guiding me to other RP links. :P)

Victorius had fallen asleep even though he hadn't meant to. He pinched himself in the arm to make sure that he was fully awake before he got up from the piles of gold he had rested his head upon. A string of drool hanged beneath his cheek.

Say what you want about rebels, he reflected. ''But they sure don't have to starve with amounts of gold like this. Wraith surely is a wealthy man... Or a woman? I haven't really made my mind up on that part.''

As he entered the room Wraith had claimed for planning tactics and schemes he froze up in the doorway. In the darkness there was something staring back at him from the table in the center of the room. It was Wraith's wolf-faced helmet, and it meant that the infamous rebel leader was around somewhere with no helmet on.

He quickly closed his eyes. He expected that if the Wraith knew that someone had seen his face that "someone" would die. He opened one of his eyes when he noticed that Wraith didn't seem to be in the room at all. He slowly approached the helmet and took it up. It was cold to the touch, but the inside was quilted, keeping the rebel's face warm. There were also some strange contraptions in the very front of the mask, but he didn't have time to examine them further before he heard a noise from somewhere in the room.

He looked at the armchair turned against the tall windows overlooking the slum district. The rebel leader's arm was resting against its side and the sound of light breathing came from beyond.

''So, he is just an ordinary human being, after all? ''reflected Victorius and cautiously approached the armchair. He needs sleep like everyone else it seems.

"Wraith?" he asked and gently touched the rebel's arm to make sure not to wake him up all too sudden. "Wraith?" he asked a little louder.

Suddenly the arm moved on its own and there was a sound of gasping coming from behind the armchair. Victorius turned his back around.

"I-I am sorry!" he said. "I didn't see anything! In fact, I brought you your helmet!"

He had his eyes closed all along and anticipated an answer, but there was none to be had. There was a long moment of silence until he slowly began to realise why.

''Maybe my theory was true then? Wraith's voice is created by the helmet. That's why refuses to respond! His voice is distorted!''

There came a light tapping sound from behind him and he slowly turned around to see how the fingers on Wraith's gauntlet were gently tapping against the arm of the seat, waiting for Victorius to bring forth the helmet.

"S-Sorry!" he said and handed the helmet over.

The hand with the gauntlet accepted the helmet and took it behind the seat where a clicking sound was omitted. The armchair then turned around with Wraith wearing the helmet.

"So, you truly are an ally then, Victorius?" said Wraith seemingly pleased with the Imperial's actions. "Many weak souls would have tried to catch a glimpse of what I look like underneath this mask I wear, and just as equally many would have tried to kill me in my sleep."

Victorius bowed slowly. "You... you were asleep then?" he asked.

"I was dreaming", stated Wraith. "Dreaming of the new world which you are going to help me build. A world free from the tyranny of the nobles. A world where everyone are created as equals with neither name nor fortune separating them."

The Imperial smiled. "I finished sorting your gold, by the way. You say that no fortune will separate us, yet you seem to have lots of wealth for your own."

There was a strange sound coming from the helmet. Victorius suspected it was supposed to depict a sigh. "As I have said before, Victorius. The gold will buy us further power and equipment to help us reach our goal. We need as much manpower as firepower. No revolution was fought with an empty treasury. When our plot has succeeded, the remainder of the gold will go to the poorest."

"I meant no disrespect. I just want to make sure that I am indeed fighting for the 'true' cause."

Wraith chuckled. "The true cause doesn't exist, Victorius. It's all a matter of perspective. Would you kindly go to some tavern and buy yourself a drink or two? You have earned it."

Victorius nodded and started to head. "And what will you do, Wraith?"

The rebel took a deep and weary breath. "I will... stay here... and reflect upon matters. I have a list of people I need to visit tomorrow to make sure that my plans are in order."

"What plans?"

Wraith turned the helmet in the Imperial's direction. "The plan to make a nobleman's death official... and visual... for everyone to behold..."