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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Renfield" data-source="post: 1231217" data-attributes="member: 13493">Vengeance, even small, is sweet.Keldrin growled in frustration as the boy helping him into his armor fumbled with the buckles, he had already dealt with plenty of incompetence this day and had little patience for more. It was only a moment ago whgen Sir Therus' squire had ran into the room frantic about a prison break. The warden thought the boy was overexagerating for a moment until he heard the alarm gong sound. Then he ordered the lad to help him into his plate and mail so that he might join the fray. Though Keldrin had a strong feeling the fray was going to come to him. Dammitall, why didn't they just portion out magical items found on prisoners amongst the knights and paladins, instead they had to keep them in a warded room not too far from his study. No, most of the prisoners were going to be trying for escape, the competent ones though, the ones who knew what they were doing, they were going to come for him. The boy finally got the last buckle in place and handed the Keldrin his sword. The sandy haired youth looked frightened and ready to faint, Sir Therus' had probably only recently raised the boy to being a squire for it was obvious the lad hadn't seen any mortal combat.Bah, he'd be dealing with spellcasters two... the damnable collars, why couldn't they simply erect an anti magic field around these people and use those accursed collars for their little 'questioning' sessions, no, instead they gave him the key for that as well. He wondered if he had angered anyone recently  and shook his head frowning. No, no slight would be worth a prison break, one of the guards must have been caught unawares. The Warden placed his helm over his head and scowled. He was going to have to deal with the competent ones, likely more than one as well, ah well, today was a good day to die."Boy." he said to the squire.The sandy haired youth looked up obvious fear in his eyes "Yes Sir?"Sir Therus likely didn't want *this* to be the lads first combat, murderers and thugs, and lots of them too. Still, the lad had to learn sometime, he handed the boy his dagger and nodded "Run along and get yourself in a chain shirt and shield then join Sir Therus. It seems Solar has chosen today to test the lot of us. The boy nodded and set himself with a fearful determination before running out the door. It wasn't until Keldrin had finished strapping his gauntlets on and the boy was likely long gone when the thought occured to him that he could have given the boy the key to hide. Blast, well, hindsight and all that.He unsheathed his sword, there was fighting outside, his guards likely wouldn't last to long. Lifting up his shield he moved in front of his desk, he wanted to get within melee right away, he wondered briefly who he'd be facing. It wasn't until the polished oak door opened that he smirked to himself as he saw who it was. How utterly ironic and fitting. Before him stood four men, three of them being the highlights of this evenings execution, the vampire, the chaos mage, and that damnable Talisaran Saint. Likely someone from the church of that bastard god arranged this. At least that was what he thought until his eyes fell upon the fourth, the stringy hair, the lanky form, yes Luck, that explained everything.Readying his sword he prepared himself for the inevitable, the Blonde man held a sword, his bared arms held finely chisiled muscles that one would normally never see on a spellcaster. He and the vampire advanced. Keldrin managed to dodge a few of the wiry vampires punches but one connected and he felt it through his breast plate. He swore there must have been a dent, and this mail was enchanted! Next came the mage, he lunged forward with the blade, wielding it with an untrained hand but the unnatural strength with which he brought the blade down was inhuman. He felt pain shoot through his shield arm and growled as he swung his blade at the vampire, who hissed as the sword cut his chest, then promptly smiled as the wound began to knit right before his eyes. Keldrin parried another blow from the mage as the vampire pummeled into him. The saint tried to get at him with a dagger which he barely managed to dodge. He lashed out again this time favoring the mage with a strike from his blade making a succesful hit that would have dropped most soldiers but only made the man wince. Talisar was smiling upon these three, and in Solars own hallowed halls! That thought was the driving force behind his next strike this one hitting the vampire again. If he could just slay one he could die knowing he accomplished *something* but no, that hit was dodge. He felt a sharp pain in his gut and looked down to see the mages longsword had pierced his armor and was buried to the hilt. Likely sticking out the other side too. Another sharp pain under his arm as the Talisaran stuck his dagger under a gap in the mail. His last vision though was the vampire spinning around and bringing the back of his fist right into Keldrins face.Today was a good day to die even in failure.</blockquote>

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