Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5583506-20150221031402

(Hello! I have recently been diagnosed with the extremely lethal and contagious disease known as... the common cold... -.- I might not be as active as I have been until this sh*t blows over. Sucks, considering I have uni-work at the side... Anyway, let's fire it up!)

Gastas entered the bedchambers with a smug smile. "The grounds have been properly cleaned, ma'am. However there seems to the matter of a group of armed people approaching the mansion from the back."

The Dunmer then looked at the helmet-less rebel as if he expected a reaction.

"Friends of yours?" asked Valkyrie.

Wraith groaned in pain and slowly sat up in bed. "What... what do they look like?"

"Oh, commoners", said Gastas simply. "Pardon me. Commoners with guns", he corrected himself.

Wraith nodded. "That probably must be Victorius being worried sick about my well-being and my location."

Valkyrie didn't move an inch. "Wraith..." she said.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" asked the rebel and smiled. "No need to be so formal. You know my name."

"Somehow", said Valkyrie. "It feels as if that name belongs to a stranger I used to know. A stranger that died inside those laboratories after weeks of experimentation... Died and came back as a vengeful ghost... The name fits you."

"Well then", said Wraith. "What should be done about my trusted comrades, lady Ghost-Wolf? Chances are that they will perceive you as a threat and shoot before asking."

"Is that what you taught them?" she snickered. "Such a noble rebel, you are. However, I have no intention of answering questions with bullets. If your rebels will enter this manor in a friendly manner, take you away from here, and then leave in a just equally friendly manner, I think I might be able to look past the facts that you all have killed people."

"And what about saving Brightwall?" added Wraith. "The three sisters were brought down by my own hands."

She turned to Wraith and smiled. "And the people will thank the heavens for it. They might not know who any of you are, but they will remember the day when they were saved by strangers. By non-existing people..."

"Or wraiths?"

"Yes", she said and gave the rebel a firm clap on the hand. "Just like a wraith." She then turned to Gastas. "Gastas, use some scare tactics to make them submit their weapons and I might consider to let them inside my family home... with those dirty boots of theirs."

The Dunmer made an elegant bow. "As you wish, ma'am."