Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5583506-20150119154007

Outside the manor there was a tall and slender character overlooking the mansion from the gates. A masked person dressed in a cloak and light armor, painted black to keep him shrouded from the shadows.

Victorius stood silently behind his new master and didn't know what to think of his new idol. "Master?" he asked carefully. "Perhaps we should return to the hideout? There is definitely something going on inside the mansion. I mean, we heard the gunshots..."

"Gunshots or not", replied Victorius' master with a booming and commanding voice - far too powerful to come from such a slender character. "We still need to enter that mansion. Not only to make sure that the noble who lives there is dead, but also to lay claim on whatever wealth gathered. Do you still doubt my interests, Victorius?"

"Uhm, no..."

That was a lie. Victorius didn't trust his master at all. 'Wraith' he called himself, or 'the Wraith'. A fighter for the people as he had claimed himself to be, and apparently he despised the nobility. Yet judging by the design of his clothing there was no secret that Wraith was of nobility himself. So far he had taken the lives of several noblemen and earned both love and hatred among the populace. Maybe Victorius would have trusted Wraith more if he didn't cover his face in that mask. A mask depicting a somber wolf's head.

''Why a wolf? ''Victorius asked himself. He calls himself Wraith yet wears the face of a wolf?

"Do you have something on your mind, Victorius?" asked Wraith without even turning to his servant. "It feels like you have some questions you want to be answered?"

How did he...?

"Uhm... yes. You haven't told me yet why you are doing this? I mean... what do you gain by killing nobles?"

Wraith was silent for a moment, he had wrapped his cloak tightly around himself. "It amuses me to find that you didn't ask that the first time we met, Victorius. I remember how I shot lord Axel Dumont and then escaped by the roof. As I landed in the back of an alley, there you were. You were staring at me without fear, however it was clear that you didn't know what to make of the situation either. You knew a nobleman had been killed that day, yet you refrained from calling for the guards when you saw me. Why? Because you are as tired as I am on all this injustice among the populace. Why should those with wealth and a different last name judge over those too weak to defend themselves? That's why I am doing this! I want the nobles to know that all men are created equal and that neither name nor gold can protect them from Death itself!"

Now I remember why I followed him that night, reflected Victorius. "And that's why I am aiding you, Wraith. I have come to believe in that as well! If only..."

"Only what?"

"If only there were more people following you."

Wraith seemed amused. "Don't worry, Victorius. After this night and all the nights to follow the world will know my name... and react accordingly..."

Victorius smiled. There was no denying it. Wraith was definitely cut from something else than the regular hater of nobles and the common criminal. He was a fighter, a rebel, a possible leader... Only time would tell what sort of future he would create.

"Now", said Wraith and adjusted his black gauntlets. "Let's enter that mansion..."