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"I've been in army camps before. Claiming they had quality troops. The Nilfgaardians conquered most of the Northern Focking kingdoms. Even with the mountains." He stated, as though comparing the Garrison to a full fledged Empire. He nodded appreciatively and took a seat, leaning back into the chair and making himself comfortable.
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  • [spoiler]You're fine.[/spoiler] "A lawful neutralist.." [i]Freya would have to study the select words that had been given to her, by Alric. She would nod after a few seconds, drinking from the glass of dark wine once more, as she offered for him to fill it up for once last drink.[/i] "Hmm. You seem to be more of a neutralist, too. You took action and took the role of leadership, when no other would."

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  • "We do what we must for our people." [i]Alric gave her a cheeky grin, filling the glass halfway full.[/i] "I'm a monster that fights other monsters. The warriors only truly listened to me because I know what the fock I'm talking about." [i]He shrugged. Strange, that he wasn't taking any sort of pride in his actions. He wasn't getting paid, he wasn't getting any weapons.[/i] [i]What could he be gaining from this? From his leadership and his strides to bringing the people together? Perhaps he was just trying to redeem a past life, or perhaps it was something else.[/i]

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  • [i]Freya would begin to slowly question that, in her time of silence as she listened to Alric. The most likely reason was simply morality: that he wished to do good, hoping to redeem his past actions in the face of some higher being, or whatever friends that he may have had over the years that still knew him. She drunk a little again, still far from tipping over.[/i] "And I only lead, because that's been scrеwed into my mind from.. the start, if anything. My "father".. Armillion. Perhaps he sounds horrible to you, perhaps he sounds like a bloodthirsty conqueror to you as well. But he taught me to solve crisis for family, and for morality. To choose between being the dying hero, a fool in a puddle of their own blood, or a triumphant villain, standing overhead in victory. I'd take being the hero any day, because I don't tear apart another's life in my death."

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  • "I respect what I have [i]heard[/i] of your father, that much is certain. He does what he mus to ensure your, and his house's, survival." [i]Alric, had put it into more simple terms than Freya had.[/i] "As for what I'd do in that situation. I couldn't tell you what side I'd be on, but I sure as fock won't be on the bleeding ground."

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  • "...Armillion always loved his children. Always." [i]Freya said, with a slight sigh, before she would continue.[/i] "He could never keep a wife. The first time, he was seventeen, and had bedded a goddess whom assisted House Trayven. The goddess known to us as Thetis, the mother of war. Thetis blessed him with the birth of great Achilles.. whom has fallen, it seems. Before, Achilles rebelled against Armillion, when Thetis demanded his unwavering loyalty, even his soul. But Armillion.. he had other ideas. The second child is his only trueborn. Arthur Trayven, first of his name, heir to the Sunlit Throne. Arthur, while he is a knight, is also a scholar to some degree. When he isn't training, he seeks out knowledge. When he isn't enhancing his skills, he is discovering the wisdoms of kings before Trayve in the libraries. And he has always been good to me. The rest of us.. we are either children of other nations, of which the Old Lion took to caring for after our fathers and forefathers committed such unforgivable, terrible crimes against humanity. Isabella was the third child - a child of Khaom. A champion of the arena. A walking, living war machine. She would nearly kill Arthur in the Battle of Blacklake. Afterwards, the Emperor's Challenge would come, Khaom's championship for whomever would take it's jagged throne.. and Isabella twisted the Emperor's head off, ended the war on her own as an act of surrender, and resigned immediately. To protect her, Armillion conquered the city as the Khaomite forces stood down, and would take her in. Keep in mind, she was.. sixteen. Still a child, in our terms. As a final "fuсk you" to her homeland, Isabella stole the infant dragon of the previous Emperor, of which she named Ragnarok. Now, well.. Ragnarok is no infant. Afterwards, the conquering of Rivelria came, of which I would be taken into his guidance. Nothing much there. But Armillion would slip, eventually.. the Old Lion found himself with another woman, an unnamed one, and would birth two children. Twins. In Trayve, children born out of wеdlock, or bаstards, have the surname of Gold.. these two were Oliver and Niki Gold. Next came the King's final adoption, Julian, and the war that would render him sickly and weak - the War of the Two Lions. Even with all that Trayve had, with our strategy, with our hordes of gold, even with Ragnarok.. it was hell on earth. We would only win as Arthur drove a blade through the terrible Wraithking's neck. Julien, the corrupted king's only son, was a weak and shriveled boy when we found him. And now.. a fantastic mage. ...if anything at all, House Trayven loves it's family."

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  • [spoiler]Did you come up with this? Or did you get it from somewhere?[/spoiler] "Quite the tale." [i]Alric would say, simply as he took a long drink from the bottle of wine in his hand. [/i] "I wish I could tell you of myself, truly. But I do not know of my family. I am led to believe that my father was of noble blood, and my mother.... Was my mother." [i]Alric sighed, shaking his head slightly.[/i] "From the story my mentor, Nautilus told me. I was a weak and frail child in my young years, destined to die. When Nautilus, Witcher of the Cat offered up his services. He stole me from my parents, turned me into one of.... One of the Witchers." [i]Alric placed a hand on the cat medallion around his neck, smiling a somber smile.[/i] "I lived. I survived. When I should have died, I lived. Only, my mind was lost. I was lost. My body has survived, but I became a monster. Then, the Battle of Wolveshire Keep came." [i]Alric released the necklace, taking another long sip of wine.[/i] "That focking battle....."

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  • [spoiler]Came up with it all, other than the bаstard surnames. In A Song Of Ice And Fire/Game of Thrones, the different kingdoms of Westeros have their bаstards take different surnames - for example, in the North, bаstards take the name Snow.[/spoiler] "You don't have to talk about it if you wish not to." [i]Freya would look over at Alric, smiling in her own saddened manner, her light orange eyes meeting his for a moment.[/i] "...you can speak, if you wish to still. My apologies if I sounded rude.. I've met many men and women that can't exactly recall fine memories of the hеll that is war."

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  • [spoiler]And in Dorne, they're called Sands. On the Iron Islands it's Pyke. I watch the show, I know how it works. I think this backstory is awesome. [/spoiler] "That is not the problem, my lady. The problem is that I recall it all too well..." [i]Alric laughed sadly, rubbing his free hand over his face.[/i] "Redanian forces overtook a large area in the north from Nilfgaard. Specifically, a home to Witcher kind. A castle, by the name of Wolveshire Keep." [i]Alric state, taking yet another swig of wine from the bottle.[/i] "There were... 5 or 6 elder Witchers, from the houses. Three dozen anointed Witchers and about 470 potential recruits at the castle. I was one of the anointed Witchers. 513 of us, facing off against an army of 10,000." [i]Alric sighed, leaning against... Something.[/i] "We fought and fought and fought, made every Witcher there feel like ten men. The recruits dropped, 300. 200. 100.... And then a message came. To those who murdered their fellow Witchers and took to the Redanian flag. They would be granted amnesty." "So I did.... Killed the elders in their sleep. Then opened the gates to Redanian forces, helped them kill half of what remained. The others surrendered. It's why they Call me the Bloody Witcher, my lady."

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  • [spoiler]Oh, okay. And thanks, lol.[/spoiler] [i]Freya didn't respond to Alric for a bit. She didn't respond at all, in all honesty. She just stood there, looking at him, those light orange eyes looking for salvation in that odd silence. And of course, it would come.[/i] "...it isn't as if I'm any better. I'm sorry, for.. the silence." [i]Perhaps there was more of a reasoning behind the woman's silence. Perhaps not.[/i]

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  • "It's an expected response from news such as that, my lady." [i]Alric's cat eyes looked towards her, the yellow of them glowing in the moonlight.[/i] "I did what I had to.... To survive. To see tomorrow. Becoming an assassin of my brothers, of people in order to save my brothers...." [i]He took another long sip of wine, throwing the now empty bottle away. [/i] "At what point does what you pay for what you do yield Any result? I did this to save them, now the Witcher order may no longer stand. Yet, here I am. The Bloody Witcher, the only Cat on this forsaken land, and potentially the last Witcher to have walked this earth."

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  • "So how long will it take for you to switch sides? How long will it take for the Dojo to go against us?" [i]Freya's grasp around the glass in her hand would tighten, before her arm would shoot out. It would not deliver a sudden punch towards Alric's throat, though her hand would suddenly grab onto the Witcher's left shoulder, as she met his gaze silently.[/i] "I need you to stay on my side. I need you to stay on [i]our[/i] side. I don't need you to think about what happens if you decide otherwise."

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  • "My lady, I am simply telling you of what I was. Not what I am." [i]Alric stated, being oddly calm in the situation.[/i] "I was a monster, I may still be a monster. But I am an honorable one. I tell you this so that you know... I do not tell you as a threat. I do not tell you to scare you. I tell you say that you know what I am. If you are to fight by my side, if we are to fight together. You must know that I am a monster, but you must also know what I do to survive. I will fight to my last breath, for you. For the dojo, for the people." "I have seen what has come of my actions when I made the wrong decisions, the price that was paid. My brothers dead, and me alone. I pray I don not make the same mistake twice, and I pray you are the right choice." "If you wish me to swear it, I will. I swear I will give you my blade, my life, my troops. I swear it to your gods, and my gods. Which I do not have faith in."[quote][/quote]

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  • "I won't make your swear, to my cause. Not your life, nor your men's lives. Not to me. All that I ask of you is that you continue to give this cause a chance, and that you continue to give your people a chance. Win or lose.. we go with a fight." [i]Freya sighed, placing the empty glass upon the wooden railing, as her gaze would then return to the center of the encampment, lights and pieces of shining glass gleaming off of her orange eyes. She lightly drummed the wooden surface, sighing once more to herself as she looked over at Alric once more.[/i] "I did mention that I preferred honest allies, after all." [i]She smiled a little, her gaze turning away, back to the encampment.[/i]

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  • "It's not what you wanted to hear, I know that much for certain." [i]Alric said, sighing slightly and standing tall, walking to her side. [/i] "But it is what you had to hear. I will fight for this cause until my last breath, I will fight for the dojo until my last breath. I'm already dead anyways. Then again, what is dead may never die."

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  • "...But rises again, harder and stronger." [i]Freya would say, with a simple, yet joyful smile.[/i] "Surprised? The works of many authors have made it to Trayve, too. I only know that from Arthur, he is.. A fanatic, for Martin and Tolkien, is something that I could say. Though I couldn't say that I've ever met a prince with such a fascination for books. ...I trust you for who you are, though. You have been good to me, better than most." [i]Freya cupped the rim of her glass then, descending back into her simplistic silence, as she would then wait for Alric.[/i]

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  • "Your brother sounds like a good man, truly. I'm not suprised per say, more pleased than anything." [i]Alric laughed lightly, a smile upon his face.[/i] "I have always enjoyed a good book, Wolveshire was once full to the brim with a far extending library. I spent many days there, learning, reading and such."

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  • "You've been on Takatai for how long exactly?" Alric asked, looking towards her. "Why conquer houses you can make Alliances with?" "A title and position say all about a person, wouldn't you say? I'm a Witcher. That gives you a clue as to how my life has been. Solitary, lonely, seen as a monster."

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