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Alaric hadn't said much since joining the camp. It was typical of the Pariah of course, their name alone marked them out for what they were after all. His chapter had never worked well with any of the others, but this time they had seen opportunity. That was why Alaric was here. There were few...

As soon as Heike began to fall forward Alaric caught up to her. His arms wrapped around the Vampire, the light cascading over him as though it were dawn. For a few seconds the Templar looked down at The Vampire, his expression blank. He wondered what his brothers would have thought of him in...

Alaric glanced over at Lexi. He had only been a Templar for a short time, less than a year, yet the training he'd endured had been more than enough education to let him guess what this was. He supposed whatever was in this tunnel was of magical origin. Lexi would likely face some other sort of...

Stoic as always Alaric gave the vampire a simple nod. Once, before his procedure, he might have liked Heike. Despite her confession she was the picture of a Knight. A woman who valued owner, who had failings but desperately sought to make up for them. There was something to be admired about...

"I cannot undo any magic." Alaric corrected, though as soon as he'd said the words he regretted them. It was better to have an enemy think you possible of doing something rather than not. Revealing your abilities was never a good thing. Lips thinned for a brief moment, but he cast the folly...

Alaric listened as he cleaned his armor. What they spoke of was, unshockingly, not to dissimilar from what the Pariah went through. At least not in general anyway. It was different, that much was sure, but he could hear the notes that rang exactly like those of his own Chapter. Briefly he...

Alaric shrugged his shoulders at Heike. "He made his choice." Just as he had made his. The man's death was not a stain on his soul. He was a Templar, a man of the Order, but his Chapter had forsaken the Truth. He had not been an enemy, not until he declared himself one. Yet the moment that...

Alaric swept backwards as the weapon came towards his stomach. He could hear as metal scraped against metal and the weapon scored his armor. Eyes cast down for just a moment, checking to rend had been placed into his belly. Then he looked upward just in time to see the pole-ax turn and come...

Alaric had always been fast, faster than most of the other Pariah he'd trained with. His sister was a step quicker, one of the few who could beat him in single combat. When the Pole Axe came the Pariah quickly swept to the side, batting the long haft of the weapon away and taking a quick step...

Alaric stepped forward. There was no hesitation to it, no consideration. The moment that he heard the challenge was the moment that the Pariah knew what it was he had to do. He did not care for the Watchmen, they were dead men all. He did not care for Heike either, but it seemed...right, to...

Alaric had never needed to be cajoled into a fight. As soon as the other Templar threatened him his hand reached back and grasped the hilt of that odd knife on the small of his back. The expression on his face never changed, but he slowly looked over towards Norman with a blank stare. "This...

Alaric did not speak further, instead he looked towards the Watchmen that Ian had indicated. There was something utterly unsettling about this. The feeling did not quite reach him, it never did, but he could tell when something was...off. Something was being left unsaid, something that he...

The Pariah thought for a second, looking over to Heike. A small part of him, a very small part that still had some shred of the humanity he had shed to become what he was, felt for her. She had been human once, even if she was a monster now. He wondered briefly how he would take such a thing...

"As often as I need." Alaric simply replied. It was clear that the Watchmen would not speak to the Monstress, the Vampire's pleas finding nothing but silence. For a moment the Pariah considered speaking up himself, but instead he simply looked towards the Commander of the White Ravens. What...

For a brief second a hint of obstinate kicked in. The Pariah were a smaller chapter, smaller than the White Ravens and certainly smaller than the Broken Sword who now lead the Great Templar Alliance. They wore no real markings that set them apart, save for the odd stoicness that clung to them...