Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5583506-20150201190741

As Victorius entered deeper into the ruins he soon became aware that the whole city had been turned into a base of operations. Behind the collapsed structures were skyships, being loaded with crates of unknown contents by people of every race in Tamriel.

"What in the...?"

"Isn't it grand, my dear Victorius?!" exclaimed Wraith and raised his arms over the sight.

An entire plaza in the middle of the city had been turned into a camp where people were loading guns of various trademarks.

"Where... where did you get all these weapons from? And most of all, who are all these people?"

"Why, my dear Victorius, these people are you and me. These people will be the cogwheels of the master plan. If one is lost, the entire machinery of what we want to accomplish will falter! I will not let that happen!" Wraith turned to the Imperial. "As for the weapons... Do not worry, my dear Victorius. I have no plans to start a war, nor do I wish to. But in order to create a world for the better, sacrifices must be made. Noble sacrifices..."

Victorius hesitated. "But..."

"Do you find me cruel, my dear Victorius? If you do, then tell me something about Tamrielic history. If you can manage to mention one major change in the history of this world, any change which has been truly free of any bloodspill, I will stand down and abandoned this quest altogether."

The Imperial remained silent. He couldn't actually think of anything. The Septim Empire... The Oblivion Crisis... The Aldmeri Dominion... They had all taken countless of lives. Would this be any different? Perhaps, since Wraith only wanted to demolish the noble society...

"No?" said Wraith and actually sounded disappointed, as if he wanted to stop. "Then this plan will go forth unchanged."

"What is the plan then?" asked the Imperial.

"I will tell you that..."

There was a gunshot heard and a bullet hit Wraith in the chest, causing the rebel to collapse to the ground with a grunt.

"Wraith!" exclaimed Victorius and rushed to help him up.

"Don't move!" growled a female voice from behind. "That criminal is mine!"

Victorius turned around to stand face to face with a Nord woman. She had black hair and an unsettling stare. She had one blue and a green eye as well as darkened sockets. But it was the gun she was pointing at him, that he found the most intimidating.

"Step out of the way, Imperial!" she growled. "I am going to kill him."

Wraith groaned and slowly stood up, much to the Nord woman's surprise. "Valkyrie Ghost-Wolf, if I am not mistaken? How charming that a noble woman would find her way here."

"Shut up! You and your misplaced hatred for nobles ends here, Wraith!"

"I think not, my dear Valkyrie", he said and snapped with his fingers.

The Nord woman looked around only to face thousands of rifles and pistols pointed at her.

"You may kill me, Ghost-Wolf. But my spirit will live on in the hearts of these people. Sadly, you wouldn't be alive to see it. So, I recommend that you lower your gun and turn yourself in to us."

She bit together hard. She really didn't have much choice. Reluctantly she lowered her pistol.

"Excellent", said Wraith. "I knew that you would make the right decision, my dear Valkyrie." He then made a gesture for a couple of his men to apprehend her. "Bring here to the chapel ruin. I wish to speak with this noble alone..."

-

I am in deep shit now, she thought. ''They took my gun. Luckily they didn't know that the Bereaver is hidden inside my suit. If I can just be alone with him for a couple of minutes I am sure that I will manage to put a bullet to his head and make a run for it...''

Wraith's guards left her sitting on a stone bench. The only one left with her was the rebel she had sought for past few months. No, not a rebel... A criminal... A murderer...

"You killed Axel Dumont", she said.

"Correct."

"You killed Alfred Levontius."

Wraith nodded. "True."

"And now... you have killed the Merchant King, Sixtus Preventius."

"Bravo", said Wraith and clapped the hands together. "Although the last one wasn't much of a mystery now, was it? My dear Valkyrie?"

''How does he know my name? ''"Who are you and what are you planning?"

"You disappoint me, my dear Valkyrie. I thought I made myself clear when I shot the Merchant King? I want a world where the nobleman's title is nothing more than a bad memory. Titles corrupt people and makes them think of themselves as more than the common man."

"You want an anarchy?" shrugged Valkyrie. "Some nobles hold things together, you know?"

"I am well aware of that, my dear Valkyrie. But you are missing my point. I want a world where people can live together as equals, no matter where they come from or who they are. I know that in order to keep order, we must have some nobles retaining their positions, but I do not want them to think that they can commit any acts they want and then hide behind a title. I want them to know that their title is there to help the common man, not themselves."

Valkyrie was about to say something, but she didn't really have a response to an argument she actually thought sounded reasonable. "Nevertheless", she said. "Do you actually think that you can make this world into a better place by killing people?"

"Nothing in this world is for certain, my dear Valkyrie. But if it does turn out for the better, I know that I would have done my task well."

She nodded vaguely as she slowly reached for the Bereaver stuck in the belt behind her back. "So... what's going to happen to me? Since I am a noble, I suppose that you want to kill me as well?"

"Why would I? Have you done something you should be ashamed of? Something which have required that you hid behind your title as 'Lady'? No, I won't kill you, my dear Valkyrie. From what I have heard you have gone out of the way of your title to help the common man, and for free sometimes. Or so I have heard?"

She nodded again and finally got a grip around the Bereaver's trigger. "That's true. But just because you are going to let me live, doesn't mean that I have to accept the fact that you will kill others!"

She suddenly drew her gun and pointed it at the rebel's head, pinpointing the middle of the helmet. Wraith didn't move an inch or said anything.

"Remove your helmet", commanded Valkyrie. "I want to see who you truly are, before I pull the trigger."

Wraith sighed and took a grip around the helmet with the gauntlets. "You disappoint me, my dear Valkyrie. You disappoint me so much that I fear that I will have to..."

As the helmet came off, Valkyrie found herself staring into a familiar set of eyes. Colours of emerald green and piercing blue stared back at her. She trembled as she suddenly remembered what it was that Gastas had found out before her. Wraith had the ability to...

"... to get rough!" finished Wraith as the clear gaze penetrated Valkyrie's mind.

The ability of mind control. She didn't have time to direct her sight somewhere else before she felt her mind overtaken by the stare of the rebel.

"It's... you", mumbled Valkyrie as her mind was overtaken.

"Listen to my voice, Valkyrie Ghost-Wolf", said a familiar voice, though she couldn't remember from where she had heard it. "When I have finished my talk with you, you will board the next ship and head straight back to Brightwall. You will forget my face, because I command you to do so. But first you will lower your gun. You have no wish to shoot me here, nor anyone on your way back."

"Y-yes", mumbled Valkyrie.

"Excellent", said the Wraith and put the helmet back on.

The gaze disappeared and Valkyrie's mind was her own again. She couldn't tell why, but she felt the sudden urge to return home... to Brightwall...