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He knew that he was facing two opponents. But, maybe it was that he was no longer in his prime or maybe that he was outclassed or maybe that it was simply bad luck, Duresh nevertheless could not escape from that rooftop cleanly. Alistair was the forward threat. He charged at Duresh and Duresh...

"I know. Nor can I stand by and allow what guilty nobles there are to live on unpunished." Duresh had given up the way of the sword, the way of Vel Anir, the way of his father Garron Banick before fleeing the city. He sought a life of peace far to the east, closer to the lands of the ancestral...

Duresh felt a pang of insult at Alistair's suggestion, and knew that many allied with him would feel the same. He was accustomed to keeping his emotions suppressed when once he worked for House Banick, and so here that same suppression kept his head level. He spoke evenly, "You have no capacity...

His answers were terse, but straight to the point. "No one sent me, but there are many who are like-minded as I. We seek justice for the Forsaken—" He gave his falchion another little flick, indicating the blood upon it once more, "—against those who are guilty." Duresh frowned then, pained...

Duresh gave the falchion in his hand a little flick. And said quickly, simply, "The blood on this sword can prevent more from being spilt this day." Alistair Krixus

Duresh leaped effortlessly across the rooftops, even with the bloody blade in hand. The verticality of Vel Numera's central district posed no challenge to him, and indeed, he was very much at home in it. He was aware that one of the Dreadlords was tailing him. He wasn't sure which one it...

Duresh thought that he was done with Vel Anir forever. That the book had been closed on the note of his father, Garron Banick, rejecting him completely and utterly. That the final page, at least, was one of a better note, a happier note, with the elf Eren'thiel Xyrdithas calling him friend as...