Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5583506-20150211220352

"Sir", said the sergeant. "Another ship approaches..."

"Hmm?"

It was a large ship, though not as grand as The Bastard's Edge it was still showing that there was some serious money involved in its construction. At the prow stood a character wrapped up in a cape.

"DeRaque!" shouted the figure.

"Aah, he has finally decided to show his face! Figuratively of course", shrugged the warlord.

"What is the meaning of this massacre?!" roared Wraith. "What is the purpose behind this slaughter?! You know that you can't win in the end! You may perhaps be triumphant in the kill count, but when the aftermath comes both you and your army will be utterly destroyed by the Empire's united forces when they hear of this treachery! So what was the meaning behind this attack?!"

Maximilian laughed.

"Start talking, damn you!" roared Wraith in anger.

"I don't have to reply to a man who hides behind a mask. I have no obligations to reveal me and my masters plans."

"Masters?! Are you saying that there is more of you?!"

"The Council of Nobles", declared Maximilian proudly. "We have been around for centuries watching this promised world fall into poverty and disgrace. We have now returned to make a golden entrance by cleansing this world and restore it to the way it was meant to be."

"A world where the strong devours the weak, you say? You disgust me!"

"Am I now? The feeling is mutual. What would make a noble, such as yourself, want to dress up and play a hero of the day? A fighter for a people who despises the nobility, therefore despising him..."

"Because of men like you!" growled Wraith and restrained the hand from grabbing the gun within the suit. "Men like you are the reason why I am doing this! Men like you need to disappear!"

"And I will eventually, rebel scum. Don't you think I know that a most gruesome death awaits me once the army finds out what happened here? I know that I will die, but first let me take some casualties with me... including you!"

Suddenly the warlord pulled a gun he had been holding behind his back during the entire time. Wraith didn't have time to react. A several gunshots could be heard as the penetrated the rebel's armour.

Wraith groaned in pain.

"Wraith!" shouted Victorius in despair.

"I'm... fine... Tell the captain... to turn the ship around... Trace Dear Helena and Tytarion! They... they mustn't be allowed to fire upon the city! Inform him to instruct the other ships as well! All must focus on bringing down the two sisters!"

"What about you?!"

Wraith rolled over the gunnel, much to Victorius' despair and landed with a thud aboard The Bastard's Edge. "Go!" shouted the rebel. "Go now!"

Victorius swallowed hard and nodded. "Whatever you do... don't die!"

And so Wraith's ship departed and started heading after the two sisters, while Wraith remained aboard The Bastard's Edge.

Maximilian reloaded his gun with a smug smile as he watched the rebel leader standing on one leg, with the other kneeling in the ground. "Impressive... A normal human being would have been dead by now... Although, I guess it's just a matter of time now, isn't it?"

"Bastard..." wheezed Wraith. "I will kill you..."

"And how would you do that? Look at you... you are barely even..."

A flash of lightning came from underneath Wraith's cape. The sergeant collapsed to the ground with his head split in half.

"Now, that's not fair game!" complained Maximilian. "Killing my sergeant like that! He was a good man! He will be missed."

"Not... by me..." Wraith slowly stood up. It was clear that the rebel was in pain.

It seemed to amuse the warlord. "It's hopeless, you know? I have instructed the last of my men to attach explosives to the ship engines. If Dear Helena and Tytarion should fail in their mission to bomb the city from above, the devastating crash of The Bastard's Edge on top of the city, would be... well... rather amusing actually, don't you think?"

Wraith gasped, but tried to hide the fact that the news were shocking. "You... you sly son of a bitch!"

"Indeed, rebel scum. So... What are you going to do? Hmm? Here I stand. The engines are rigged. You could perhaps kill me, but what does that matter? We got what we came for. And this isn't some battle where you can cut off the head and the body will fall. The loss of this army's leader would result in nothing. Perhaps you could make it in time to destroy my plan to blow the engines up, but judging by your wounds you would be dead before you even reached them. And if that doesn't kill you, my men surely will."

His eyes glimmered with joy. "Or me."

Wraith coughed up blood within the helmet. "I... I... I surrender then... I guess..."

The warlord's eyes and smile widened. "Whaaat?!"

The rebel knelt. "I... suppose that the loser of this war must reveal who he was the entire time. It would only be right. I will therefore remove my helmet."

"Yes! Yes!" chuckled the warlord. "Please do! I have been dying to see what you look like! I would be rather amusing to see your face before I put a hole in it."

The warlord readied a bullet and approached the rebel who had started de-attach the helmet from the head. The somber wolf fell to the deck with a clanking sound.

The warlord's smile faded. "What a... what in the..."

A pair of vicious eyes stared back at him. A blue and a green one. And they were filled with hatred and anger.

''The experiments! ''reflected Maximilian. ''But they had all gone awry?! Or so they said! How the hell could one of them be standing in front of me?! It's not possible!''

Before he had learnt what this experiment had been gifted with, his consciousness was lost in some dark abyss the longer he stared into the eyes.

"Maximilian DeRaque!" growled Wraith with a suddenly much more steadier voice. "I want you to tell me what the purpose of this attack was! Tell me now!"

''I mustn't tell... anything... I must... resist... No, it's hopeless. That freak is winning! My mind is... is...''

"The siege of Brigthwall was meant to weaken the Empire's defenses", said the warlord in a trance with the gun still pointed at the kneeling rebel. "We knew the entire time that this attack could result in a defeat, but winning this struggle was never our primary operation. A victory was only secondary priority."

"Who is we?!" snarled Wraith. "The Council of Nobles?! Answer me!"

"Yes", continued Maximilian. "The Council wishes to purge Tamriel and rebuild it in image of our own glory and greatness."

"So, you simply came here to die", sighed Wraith. "I see. Well then, my good DeRaque. I shall grant you your wish. Die. Right here and now. Put that gun to your head and pull the trigger."

"As... you wish."

A gunshot was heard and the warlord of the armada was defeated, by his own hand.

"Fool", groaned Wraith and stood up. "You bloody fool."

The rebel attached the helmet once again. There was little time left to lose. The engines couldn't be reached in time, but with a little luck there was enough power to gon and reach the control room. To stop the engines from exploding was out of the hands now, but to steer the ship away from total disaster was not.

''The mountains... Must steer towards the mountains...''

-

"The man over there needs our help!" shouted Valkyrie and pointed towards the bell tower. "Take them out with fire!"

A volley of gunshots sang and soldiers fell from the external tower stairs and dropped to the ground. Those who were still alive after the fall where payed with lead to the head.

"That's enough bullshit from you people. Stay down, dog", said Valkyrie to the dead soldier before she rose her gaze towards the young man with rifle. "Are you alright?!"

-

"That stupid rebel!" cursed Victorius and loaded a gun for the first time in his life.

Tears were running down his eyes. He had seen the rebel. There was no way Wraith could survive those wounds. But perhaps that wasn't the point. He was only a man after all. The rebellion would go on without him. But why did he feel so sad then?

The captain of the ship called upon the other four ships in the area, placing themselves side by side of the Dear Helena as they followed the giant ship and her sister. "We can't allow them to bring out those guns, but neither can we allow them to crash on the city! We must bring them down before they are straight above!"

Victorius nodded. He suddenly felt alot more closer to death than he wished he had ever been...