Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150424224910/@comment-5543592-20150425231016

Musetta sighed. "What have I done..." She bowed her head into her hands.

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Dacian strode into the hall with purpose.

“Father.”   He called.

“In here.”   Came a reply from the armory. Dacian stalked down the hall into the room. Various weapons and armor of all types and kinds were on mounts and stands. Sir Bellamy stood inspecting one rather spectacular suit of steel armor.

“You wanted to see me?”   Asked Dacian, coming to a stop just inside. Sir Bellamy didn’t turn to look at Dacian.

“Yes. I’m wondering what you’re doing back here.”

“I wanted to live a normal life. I’m sick of hiding.”   Dacian explained truthfully.

“And you decided to bring… that with you?”

Dacian furrowed his brow. “I don’t understand what the problem is. I have a much better reason for marrying her than you did mother.”

“You do not!”   Snapped his father, who finally turned to look at Dacian and started moving towards the lich.

“Mother wanted power and wealth. You wanted an attractive woman. Bring the two of you together and you have a happy family. Not dysfunctional whatsoever.”   Dacian said with dry sarcasm.

“Don’t talk down to me!”   Snapped the knight. “I am your father!”

“Jean was more of a father to me than you ever were.”

“Then you insult his name by running around with that green haired whore!”   Just when Sir Bellamy closed his mouth he realized he may have crossed a line. Dacian’s face knotted up in rage, and he charged his father. He tackled the man around the waist, and they both went tumbling back into a suit of armor, which collapsed on impact. When they hit the ground Dacian received a hard punch across the face and when reeling onto his side. The old knight shot to his feet and kicked at Dacian, who rolled away to avoid the full impact, only receiving a glancing blow on his side. Dacian telekinetically knocked a rack of swords onto the knight, who became trapped underneath them.

Dacian rose to his feet and charged towards his father, who quite easily shoved the rack off of him, and simultaneously retrieved a sword. He extended the point towards Dacian’s chest and the lich stopped short.

“Not a step further.”   He growled.

“What? You’re going to kill your own son? Do you know how fucked up that is?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The knight advanced on Dacian, and the lich in turn retreated. “You’re no son of mine. You’re a mistake. A joke of man. I’ve never been more disappointed of anyone else in my entire life. I would rather you die a million deaths than have Ferdinand and Jean lose their own lives once.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You wish I had died instead of them.”   Dacian realized, shocked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Every day.”   But the words had no sadness in them. They were cold, cruel, and meant to hurt.

<p class="MsoNormal">Dacian snarled and knocked the sword away with his bare hand, leaving a small scratch behind, before launching himself at his father.