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7/4/2016 9:18:10 PM
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"Ah, I've heard of you.... Hopefully you'll join peacefully.."
[b]Gwynevere softly spoke, her hand on her rapier.[/b]
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"Join?" "Yes. Join us. I have sought you for a long time, Tatianna. Your skills are very unique. And I have need of someone like you within the ranks of my sentinels." Tatianna laughed. "Join? As fun as hanging out with you sounds..." She stands back up, dusting herself off. "...I have work to do. No time for adventures."
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"We could help you with it then." [b]She offers.[/b]
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"Help? I haven't needed your help for all this time. What makes you say that I would need it now?" She scoffs.
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"Because we plan on taking the fight to every daemon that has wronged the innocent. Khorn and his bloodthirsty worshippers are one of them."
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"Hmph. Even so, That fight is not my own. I have other things to do. I have a bloodline to avenge. My own." She looks over at Noiratrom, whose old form didn't do him much justice. His armour was worn and old, as were his traits. Wrinkled akin, tured features and dented horns. "Sorry old man, but I'll pass." [i]"Let us make... an agreement. We help you avenge your family, and make amends. I may not look like it, but I did kill Slaanesh, with help from my friends. We help you settle your debt, then you come with us."[/i] She sighs. "You're a stubborn one, I'll give you that. And you did kill that prick for me. Not exactly pleased with that, but the realistic side of me was rather contempt, seeing as I had no plan on how to elimiante it." She sighs again, throwing her arms in the air. "Fine! You win. But my objective comes first, understood?" [i]"Yes. We will help you avenge your family."[/i] Noiratrom scratched his Fu Manchu style beard, holding his cane. "Well alright then. Suppose I could use the help for my last Target. He knows I'm coming for him, so he bunkered himself down."
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"Damn, what do you plan on doing about his defenses?"
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"Slip past them, of course. Mere defenses cannot hold me back. It's him who is problematic. I am good with disguises, but he knows that. He won't leave himself unguarded like that fool Vuujold. And in outright combat, I wouldn't last very long, not against him and his guards."
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"Good thing most of us are great for that stuff."
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"Well, I suppose that's where you could come in handy."
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[b]Gwynevere nods.[/b] "Just lead the way."
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"Alright then, merry band. On our way. Heartslayer lives in Slaanesh's palace. You know the place, old man." And so, Tatianna led the Sentinels all the way to the castle. Gwynevere noticed how the exteriors of the realm were deserted. No Daemons came to disturb them.
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"I guess what daemons that are left have focused on building their own power...."
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"Mostly, yes. Now, they hide. Drowning themselves in whatever ritual they can. But they won't hide from me..."
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[b]Gwynevere nods.[/b] "I had a sister once.... She disappeared in this realm after a warp storm consumed our home... I'm ready to help you kill any of these bastards."
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"You too, eh? It's always our loved ones that go first..."
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"How long have you been in the Warp?"
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"I try not to come here too often. Although this place has no pesky sunlight to bother me, it tends to be very... depressing."
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[b]Gwyevere nods.[/b] "I've been stuck here for..... Two or three thousand years."
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"..." She turned to look at her. "... really? Bloody.... I'm sorry. Must have been rough."
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"I've pushed myself forwards every step of the way, so don't feel bad about it."
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"You are Gwynevere the swift, correct? I have heard about you. If the legends are true, meeting you is an honour." She smiles.
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"Thank you, it's humbling to meet those that looks up to me."
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"Seriously, surviving all those years on your own? I've only been living for four hundred years! You're centuries older than me! That's crazy!" Her smile brightens. "Yet you still kick ass. You know, I almost got a tattoo of you at one point."
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"That would have been interesting to see." [b]Gwynevere softly chuckles.[/b]
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She chuckles. "That would. Who knows? I might go through with it, if we do end up becoming best pals." She smiles warmly. Since she wasn't wearing knightly armour, her face was exposed, with her black hair falling to her shoulders.
