Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5583506-20150222210814

Victorius glared at the Nordic noblewoman when he saw her beside their commander. Wraith leaned on Valkyrie with an arm around her shoulder, still wearing that mask and outfit, however the rebel looked more fragile than anything he had ever seen before.

"My friends", said Wraith through the broken voice filter of the helmet.

I kind of figured that out by myself, speculated the Imperial. I have never heard such a deep and commanding voice in reality.

The captain shot a suspicious stare at Gastas standing in the shadows. "Are you... alright, Wraith?"

"In fact..." coughed the rebel. "I have been better, but I would have been dead if it hadn't been for the hospitality of the Ghost-Wolf estate."

Victorius was still not sure what to make of the situation. Which side is she on?

"However", continued Wraith. "I am ready to leave now. The scars of battle will heal in time. For now, we have to further plan out our rebellion."

As the rebel stumbled down the stairs on unsteady legs, leaning against the wall to get better footing, Valkyrie began to speak.

"Rebellion, Wraith? To kill nobles and hope for equality? Is that really your plan for a peaceful world?"

"Nobles who doesn't consider themselves to stand above the common man or law have nothing to fear from me, lady Ghost-Wolf", replied Wraith halfway down the staircase.

"And those who do? Are you really going to kill them for being dumb, arrogant or misguided? Are you going to kill them just because their parents told them when they were little that commoners were nothing more than rabble filling the streets?"

Wraith knew in the heart that she was right. "Then what are you suggesting, my dear Valkyrie? You, as well as I, both know that there have been several peaceful attempts to bring equality into this world and they have all ended in the same way, leading us to where we are now. With no differences. No differences between now and hundreds, maybe thousands of years ago. Peasants and beggars are still being spat upon by those with power. The reason? The nobles didn't feel threatened enough to make the proposition go through. This time I will rattle the cages and give the population of the world the century of the ages!"

Valkyrie sighed. "While I agree that perhaps some force is required, seeing as there have been no changes in political shifts throughout history that has come through without violence, whether official or unofficial. But I cannot allow you to do this, Wraith. If you do I will have no other choice than to put you down."

There was a moment of awkward silence in the manor.

"As I said", continued Wraith. "What are you suggesting, my dear Valkyrie?"

"That you try to change the system from within. You are a noble yourself, or at least have the claims to such a title. Why not make use of it? You have the influence of the people. You have authority and a headquarters I take it. Heck, you even got your own private army and a couple of ships. If that doesn't say the nobility anything, I don't know what will."

Wraith shrugged. "You suggest subtle threats then? I arrive to each one of them with my 'private army' and ask them to put their titles aside before I remove my own?"

"That would be a start, yes."

"While it does sound like a far-fetched idea, I am not all too keen on letting it go either, Ghost-Wolf. I will have to... change some priorities..."

Valkyrie gave the rebel a smug smile. "Give it some consideration and I will provide with both financial and personal support."

The rebels dropped their jaws all of a sudden. Had a noble just joined their ranks?