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			*Vladek Verilus

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			*Various subordinates of TheDude}}'''''Written by Haroldosaur on 19/08/2016 because I had nothing better to do on a long car journey. :P'''''

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	âI see no reason to doubt her. They say to never look a gift		âI see no reason to doubt her. They say to never look a gift
	horse in the ~~face~~, after all. And the fact that she was able to sneak past		horse in the mouth, after all. And the fact that she was able to sneak past
	several layers of defences speaks volume about her skills. Sheâll make a		several layers of defences speaks volume about her skills. Sheâll make a
	welcome addition to our little club, Iâm sure.â		welcome addition to our little club, Iâm sure.â

Haroldosaur: Added second half and made a couple of changes, such as correcting Vladek's eye colour. :P Enjoy! I'm really quite proud of how the second half turned out.

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Written by Haroldosaur on 19/08/2016 because I had nothing better to do on a long car journey. :P

It was quite tiresome to be caught before reaching the
innermost keep, even though that was technically how the operation was supposed
to go. I had manged to get through two walls of security, but it was as I had
sprinted through the open courtyard that I had suddenly been pounced upon by a
seemingly infinite number of guards. I had intended to put up no fight, but I
doubt I would have stood a chance if I had either way. Within moments my scythe
had been confiscated, and a pair of too-small-handcuffs had been forced upon my
wrists.

Wincing at the memory, I shook said wrists in disdain before
turning to the pair of guards laughably dubbed my âescortâ. Both of them wore
heavy, jet-black armour (complete with flashy red highlights) that must have
been a nightmare to move around in, and they smelled desperately overdue for a
wash. They wore helmets complete with wide visors, which mean I couldnât even
see their faces. Not that that was much of a problem, but I would have
appreciated something interesting to look at. The armour was bland, even with
the red highlights, and I wasnât exactly wowed by the interior decorating of
the castle.

Once, perhaps, it might have been a true wonder to behold.
But the truth of the matter was the place had apparently fallen into a state of
disrepair, with cobwebs and mould clambering all over the paintings and podiums
that littered the hallways. The occasional drop of moisture would echo as it
hit the floor, providing the only noise aside from the heavy clanking of metal
as my guards continued to drag me along through a chain attached to the
innermost point of my cuffs.

âThis is so stupid.â I muttered to myself, voicing my
disdain of the plan that I had been forced to go along with.

âDonât talk unless you want me to shut you up myself.â One
of the guards snapped, his voice echoing inside his helmet.

''Big talk for a walking
tin can. Iâd like to see you get near enough to shut me up'', is what my
innermost thoughts consisted of. I managed to repress this statement, however,
and replaced it with a âWhere are you taking me, anyway?â

âThe king.â Growled the other lug. âHe takes trespassing
personally, so heâll want to speak with you before youâre sentenced.â

âPerfect.â I muttered. âThereâs a thing or two Iâd like to
say to him myself.â

We arrived at a pair of enormous oaken doors, covered with
rusted metal engravings and paint that was peeling off even as I watched. One
of the guards gave the doors an almighty shove, and the other guard gave ME an
almighty pull to get me moving again as we entered.

At the back end of the room was a throne â possibly the only
piece of upholstery in the palace not in need of renovation or replacement. It
was magnificent, with golden carvings surrounding a sky blue seat and back, the
seating area constructed of what I could only assume was fine felt. The rest of
the throne might have been covered in magnificent paintings of ducks for all I
knew, but that view was obstructed by the man sitting in it. Clad in blue
overalls and white underclothing, red cap on blocky head and black eyes boiling
with fury, TheDude7500 himself glared at me with enough disdain to frighten a
lion.

To the manâs right stood another figure, clad in another set
of red and black armour. This suit seemed less technology-based, with a medieval
breastplate and helmet that enabled me to see the manâs vicious face. What I
could see of his hair was black, the same colour as his eyes. I couldnât help
but wonder if dark eyes was a theme amongst villains, though this train of
thought was derailed as TheDude leaned forward in his stolen throne.

âHoo r yuu, annd wat ar yoou doo-ing in meh carsle?!â He
snapped.

I winced â his grammar was as bad as they said, and I could
almost see the misspelling of words in his speech. But there was no time to
recoil. I had to stick to the script.

âOh, great TheDude.â I bowed low, my shadow-coloured cloak
fluttering around me as I lowered myself as much as I could whilst still being
restrained by the handcuffs. âI have travelled from a faraway land to pledge my
allegiance to you.â

There was a pregnant silence.

âyur aleegans?â TheDude eventually echoed, as if still
trying to process my statement. I took my chance to continue speaking.

âYour allegiance, my lord!â I confirmed. âI am an assassin,
and for many years I have lain low, doing my work. But upon hearing of your
magnificent deeds, I knew that it was my destiny to serve you! So I travelled
to Morcia-â

âWhy did you sneak into Lord TheDudeâs castle?â Interjected
the other man, not looking nearly as furious as his superior; he was looking at
me as if I were some kind of lab specimen that had just done something very
unexpected.

âWell, with all due respect sir, I couldnât exactly go in
the conventional way.â I crooned. âDo you believe that your soldiers would let
a strange woman, dressed entirely in black, enter the castle, especially if
they wanted to see their leader? Better to get myself caught and taken to you,
knowing that I would get the chance to speak with you in person.â

âAnd how were you so sure that you would get a chance to
speak to him?â The man continued.

Truth be told, I hadnât been sure at all. It was a long shot
on our part. But these people did not need to know that.

âIâm sure that TheDude would want to deal with any intruders
he might face personally, being the courageous and noble soul he is.â The words
left me wanting to scrub my tongue, but they seemed to have an effect on
TheDude, who leaned back in his chair with eyes that were a lot more relaxed
than when I had first entered the room.

âBut what if-â The man continued, only to be silenced by
TheDudeâs outcry.

âSighlens, Vladek! Du yah nort theenk I cahn arsk mah own
qwestshuns?â He snapped, and Vladek blanched.

âOf course, my lord. I apologize, my lord.â TheDude turned
to me.

âeef yuu arr a faymos asaseen, hau cum eye hav never herd of
yu?â He inquired. I managed a nonchalant shrug.

âWell, I canât exactly let anyone stick around to tell the
world about me, now can I? Iâm an assassin, and I make it my prerogative to
leave no witnesses.â I grinned. âHowever, I assure you that what I do has an
effect on the world. Tell me, have you ever heard of a man called, Dante
Wilder?â

âNo.â Admitted TheDude.

âWhat about Cadmus RoâMaeve, or Roseanne Hargrove, or â
whatever universal entity you believe in forbid â Kaneli Armithron?â

âI hav not herd ov thees peepl.â Admitted TheDude.

âThere is an obvious reason for that, my lord.â I bowed
again. âThey were targets of mine.â

Vladek raised an eyebrow. TheDude said nothing. I had to
make sure that my sales pitch was successful.

âI implore you.â I said, in conclusion. âTake me in. Make me
an agent of yours. I want nothing more than to serve the man who rules us all.â

There was another horribly long pause, and I had begun to
sweat before TheDude spoke again.

âIy hhav desyded to highr yu.â He declared. âYuh ees nuw mah
ajent, annd ya will dew eggsactly wat I say. Ees tat cleer?â

âAs crystal, my lord.â I bowed again, before looking back up
at him. His eyes, lifeless and empty, black as a dollâs eyes, met my own â a
vivid, bright silver.

âReleese her!â TheDude commanded, and the guards took the
handcuffs off me. My scythe was returned, and I slung it back into its rightful
place over my shoulder.

âThank you.â I stated.

âWun moor thin.â TheDude declared. âWut ees yur nayme?â

The words âTalia Rayneâ were on my lips, but I hesitated at
the last moment. I needed an alias, just to be safe. The only trouble was I
hadnât thought that far ahead. Panicking, I blurted the first word that came
into my head.

âIronsides.â I managed.

âEye se.â If TheDude was annoyed that I hadnât given my real
name, he didnât show it. âGardz, tayke Iwonsids too her qwurters. Twomoroww,
she wil bee introdused to teh rest ov mah eeleet ajents.â

The guards saluted, and proceeded to escort me out of the
room, leaving me time enough to flash one more fake smile to TheDude and
Vladek. Inside, however, I was fuming. In a moment of idiocy, I had chosen a
name that I would never be able to positively react to. What kind of suspicion
would be garnered if I flinched at my own title?

I had given myself the alias of the man who had killed my
father.

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Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Adding categories

Haroldosaur: Adding categories

Stirling Silverstine at 06:02, 17 September 2016

Haroldosaur at 10:33, 23 August 2016

Haroldosaur: Added second half and made a couple of changes, such as correcting Vladek's eye colour. :P Enjoy! I'm really quite proud of how the second half turned out.

Haroldosaur: Adding categories

Haroldosaur at 21:27, 19 August 2016

Haroldosaur: Created page with "Written by Haroldosaur on 19/08/2016 because I had nothing better to do on a long car journey. :P It was quite tiresome to be caught before reaching the innermost keep, even ..."