Vince sat alone in the Dragoon tower, its lonely interior seemed to allow what Vince thought in his mind to almost echo...he was hunched over on a stool, massive shoulders and biceps lay docile at his sides, he sat next to the fire. In front of him another stool, with a Dragon Mask resting on it, facing him. Vince's imagination, or was it some other spectre of the unknown, came alive...
"You know what you have to do." Echoed a far-off, yet familiar voice. Had Vince's voice been a bit deeper, and booming, with a tinge of evil, this is what the voice would sound like.
Vince spoke out loud.
"It's immoral..violent...unnecessary! And Illegal...I..I can't--"
"He's in our way. We need to do something about him before he hinders us further."
Vince sighed. He reached for the mask...
The night grew darker and the graveyard-shift kicked in. Lower ranking guards were put on sentry, while the higher-ups got their break. Delcarakdur, Mela, and Hoagie sat in the tavern, drinking away vocational sorrow. Amidst laughter, a huge, towering figure appeared in the doorway, much bigger than most guards, but it didn't resemble anyone the three of them knew. Dressed in a purple robe, this figure was wielding a giant black war-axe and a black, insignea-free metal shield. The figure wore a pitch-black Dragon helmet, full with the two winding horns. No face could be seen through the shadows, but two bright red orbs appeared where the eyes should be, and through the boney carved nose of the helm, thick steam poured out like a Dragon snorting. Maniacal laughter rang through the tavern.
"I have a bad feeling about this.." It was unclear which of the three said it. All 3 were siting next o each other.
"Now, just hold on..." Mela approached the Figure. Before she could finish the sentence, the new warrior charged Mela, and sent her sprawling back over a chair, out of commission for the moment. Hoagie fumbled to raise his sword. Towering over Delcarakdur, the Figure raised his mace, almost dramatically...
"Your...End...Is...Nigh!"
The great axe came crashing down on Delcarakdur's trapezius muscle, just inches from his neck. Shouting in pain, the axe was recoiled, and as the huge form was about to strike a deadly blow, a sword came crashing upon his plated arm, hindering his aim. The axe, instead of hitting Delc in his neck, came to impale Delc's chest, sending shards of bone inward, leaving a gaping hole. The whole ordeal took only moments, and within a flash, Mela and Hoagie were upon the figure fighting like lightning. Managing to repel them only momentarily, the figure escaped into the night, leaving the two to tend to Delc.
((OOC: Yeah, It's Vince, but noone knows yet. Expect more Spiderman Green-Goblin esque things to happen, as the mysterious new mask is revealed further, as well as its origin and capabilities
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