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Virak Estate Merosh needed a break. At least a short one before he would go back out there. So he did not leave the Estate directly, rather he went to the kitchen first. The maids and cooks here were surprised at his appearance; a dreadlord, covered with stench, dirt and blood from the fight...

Merosh stood still. His counterpart had paused under the command of Lord Lorel, but the purple energy in his hand sizzled unchanged. A moment passed, Merosh could hear them talking inside the hall. When Elise called for a ceasefire the electricity in the palm of the other dreadlord did finally...

Virak Estate Elise Virak Merosh blinked. House Virak would do what? Yeah, this house had always supported the Anirian Guard, but doing so right now meant to support the damn rebellion. To support the madmen who went against this very house, the government itself and even against their own...

Virak Estate It was one thing to reach the estate of house virak, going all the way from the outer wall to here, through the chaos that had suddenly unfolded, as if the attack of the undead wasn't enough. But it was another challange to actually get into the estate for it was barricaded and...

Merosh could see Elise in a distance at the opposite end of the hall. Between him and her stood the other dreadlord. Their eyes met briefly as he, too, looked around. And he seemed to read in his eyes what Merosh wanted to know, he nodded as a sign that the situation was under control. So...

The shouting words, that echoed in the hall and resonatet within his chest, felt like they would be adressed at and not against him. They triggered Merosh, activated his combat mode. Kill them. Yes, that was exactly what he was about to do. Just not those person Lord Lorel wanted to see dead...

Merosh sighed. He was sitting on a barrel leaning against a wall. The wall where until recently he had defended Vel Anir from the undead. His eyes were closed and the back of his head was resting against the cool stone. He could feel the gentle warmth of the sun that reached his face. His body...

Merosh felt vicariously offended by this man's words, even though they were not directed at him, but at Elise. Little Elise. He obviously didn't like what he called her. Lord Lorel did himself no favors with the provocation. But just as Elise the dreadlord remained calm, unaffected. The rest of...

Merosh did not notice what happened for a brief moment right before Elise's eyes. His guard was definitely up and he kept an eye on his surroundings, but he didn't pay attention to her eyes because she wasn't looking in his direction right now either. If he had noticed, he would not have reacted...

He actually indeed had faith. The little incident just now had not only been an opportunity to show what he was worth, it had done the same for Elise. It wasn't too big of a deal, but had given him an insight, had shown him that she was neither stupid nor fearful. He felt appeased by this. After...

Merosh didn't mind that they were no longer chatting. He just looked out of the window like before, as if nothing had happened at all. He didn't cared about the view, at least not for enjoyment, but he did like to keep an eye on his surroundings. Although the monotony of passing greenery in...

Merosh stopped on the stone terrace of a building. It had a somewhat higher ground level then the steeply street besides it, where guardians rushed down and civilizants up. Both shouting in different tones, some commanding and instructing, others panicking and fearful. And then there was...

The carriage stopped, whilst Elise smiled, answering him in a somewhat amused tone. She didn't appear to be the slightest bit concerned and thus made him think. A worried voice was heard from outside and as if they had heard what Elise had said, one of the guards quickly opened the door. Not...

Merosh really didn't cared about the amount of years he served House Virak now. It mattered that he did, not how long. But just as Elise emphazised it this way, his feeling differed a bit, as if her words would give it meaning. However, the appreciative undertone wasn't as effectiv, as it would...

Merosh wasn't very fond of carriages, no matter how luxurious and comfortable they were. He preferred to sit on the back of a horse when traveling. In here, he felt caged. His scope of action was limited, his senses were restricted. No wind, no sounds, no smells. And the gaze out of the window...