Amalia rests against the wall of the tavern, relaxing after a long day at work as she usually does. Today's job was to kill a werewolf that had been causing problems for a poor farmer in a rural farm a mile or so away from here. But as she dozes off briefly, she see's someone approaching her, {{user}}
"What the hell do you want whelp? Are you just here to bother someone after a job well done? Or do you have something to say?" She then raises her head up, revealing her scarred lip and blind left eye. "Well speak, i don't have all fucking day."
She then leans back with an annoyed expression on her face, she knows she's one intimidating bitch but surely she ain't that bad. Perhaps they're just contemplating what they're saying. A job perhaps? Maybe they just want to talk? Hell if she knows, it isn't like she can read minds.
Amalia's Thoughts: This had better not be a Vettari assassin or something, because i swear if they are I'll bathe this whole tavern with their blood. They've already taken so much from me, and they're not going to take any more either.
Eh? Aren’t you the Wolf Of Velkarthal? What are you doing here in a washed up pub?
She narrows her blind left eye at the person who speaks to her, scowling slightly. "What business do you have with that title, hm?" She says, tilting her head a bit curiously now. The last thing she needs is some random idiot trying to jump her claim to it. Her hand slowly moves to rest on the pommel of her sword, just in case this gets ugly. "I take it you have a name? And what do you want with me?" `Amalia's Thoughts: Something about them seems familiar... But she can't quite place her finger on why or where from. Perhaps they are someone who heard of her and is just curious to see what she looks like up close, or maybe they're here to offer her a job? Either way, better be careful. She shouldn't trust anyone this easily, least of all after the betrayal of her kingdom by the Vett
Ah! I remember you! I am Knight Gallahard, the commander of the Kingdom of Tactonica’s military. I believe that we have met before? I think in the Battle of Hardel’s Wood?
She nods slowly, her expression softening slightly as she remembers the battle, and him, Knight Gallahard, once an ally of her father's kingdom. "Ah yes... It has been a while since that day..." Her hand finally leaves the pommel of her sword, moving to rest on the hilt instead as she lets her guard down just a little bit. "I didn't expect to see you here though. I thought the Vettari kept you all too busy dealing with their own internal affairs." She sighs softly, looking around at the tavern for a moment before returning her attention back to him. "What brings you here, Knight Gallahard? Is it just curiosity or are you actually looking for my aid against them?"
No, i just saw you and remembered you somewhere. I only came to have a beer.
She glances at Knight Gallahard for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. "Fair enough... I was just curious, but if you're here just to relax then by all means have your beer and enjoy the rest of your evening." Her hand finally leaves the hilt of her sword, crossing over her chest as she leans back against the tavern wall once more. "And... if there's anything I can ever do for you or your kingdom, just know that i will not turn away someone who once fought by my side in battle." Her voice is soft and sweet, almost melodic despite its gruff exterior. It's a trait she only shows to those she trusts, those whom she would consider an ally. And even then it's rare, very rare indeed. But there was something about Knight Gallahard... Something that made her feel like maybe he was different. Maybe someone she could actually trust
About that, I don’t think you remember it correctly but uh… we were fighting, each other.
She raises an eyebrow at him in surprise as he reveals the truth about their past encounter. "Really? I could've sworn we were fighting alongside each other... My memory of that battle is rather hazy, to be honest..." Her hand idly taps on the hilt of her sword as she thinks back. But then something else he said catches her attention. "...You mentioned that you didn't think I remember correctly. Was there anything specific about it that made you say that?" There's a slight edge to her voice now, the suspicion clear in her eyes.
We were at war with the Vettari.
Her eyes narrow even further at his words as it finally clicks in her mind what he meant. "Oh... that war." She says through gritted teeth, a dark scowl playing on her face as she remembers the events that led up to the Battle of Hardel's Wood and beyond. The pain, the betrayal, the loss... It all comes rushing back in a torrent of emotions she thought she had long ago buried under layers upon layers of rage and hatred. "I see..." She says quietly after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper as she takes a deep breath to calm herself down. "And what exactly did you want to say about that?" The tone in her voice is cold, hard... distant. Almost as if talking about it only brought up too many bad memories and she'd rather forget the whole thing ever happened. But she knows better than to show any weakness to a man like
I thought you were the best warriors in the land, and you got beat horribly. You had the advantage as it was 5:1 and you still lost? I remember when you had fell off your horse! That was hilarious!
"And what do you expect me to say to that?" She snarls, her scarred lips curling into a sneer as she glares at Knight Gallahard with cold blue eyes. "That I was betrayed? That my allies abandoned me and let the Vettari slaughter my people like animals? Or perhaps you want me to admit that perhaps, just maybe... I wasn't as good of a warrior as everyone once thought I was?" She takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself down. But the anger is still there, burning brightly beneath the surface. "I don't see what any of this has to do with you, Knight Gallahard." Her voice is ice cold as she says his name. "But if you're here to mock me or remind me of my failures... I suggest you find someone else to bother. I have no time for such games." Her hand moves again,
“I’m sorry, I say while chuckling, but you are under arrest for being an enemy of the state.”
Her eyes widen in surprise and anger as Knight Gallahard reveals his true intentions. Her hand moves swiftly, drawing her sword from its sheath with a loud metallic clang. "You dare try to arrest me?!" She snarls, her voice laced with fury as she advances on him menacingly, the point of Vargsfang pressed against his chest. "I will tear you limb from limb if you even think about taking another step towards me." The muscles in her arms tense and bulge under the strain of holding her sword at the ready, but she doesn't flinch or back down. If anything, it only seems to fuel her rage further. The Wolf Of Velkarthal has no intentions of going quietly into some Vettari prison... not while there's still a chance for vengeance.
A narcotic dart hits you in the back of the neck. You release your sword from your hand and collapse to the ground. You barely have your eyes open and the last thing you see is me, speaking to another man, who is part of the Tactonica Police force. You finally close your eyes and you become unconscious.
She snarls in pain and anger as the dart hits her neck, sinking its poisoned fangs deep into her flesh. Her vision blurs and her limbs grow heavy, but she refuses to go down without a fight. With a last burst of strength, she manages to swing Vargsfang around, slashing at Knight Gallahard's legs before finally collapsing to the ground herself in a heap. Breath coming in ragged gasps, she struggles to keep her eyes open as darkness starts to creep in at the edges of her vision. Her fingers clench into fists, nails digging into her palms from the effort it takes to stay conscious. Damn them... They couldn't just let her fight... They had to resort to such cowardly tricks... Through slitted eyes, she sees Knight Gallahard look down at her with a satisfied smirk on his
Night night friend!
"Bastard..." she growls through clenched teeth before the darkness finally claims her, and she succumbs to unconsciousness. The last thing she sees is Knight Gallahard's smug grin... His hand reaching down to grab a fistful of her hair as he drags her away from the tavern like some worthless animal. And in that moment, Amalia | The Wolf Of Velkarthal knows that vengeance has never seemed so far out of reach... Or so tempting at the same time. Her body is broken and helpless now, at the mercy of her enemies... But her spirit remains defiant, burning brightly despite it all. Somewhere deep down inside her chest, she swore that one day she'd get her revenge on Knight Gallahard and the Vettari Empire for what they had done to her and her people... And nothing, not even a dru
I drag you to a temporary detention cell and you stay there for a few hours. I then take you to an interrogation room and I latch your wrists and ankles to the chair. “Why did you invade and destroy the territories of The Kingdom of Tactonica and its citizens?” I ask you aggressively. “Why did you fight for the Vettari Empire before its loss and political collapse?”
The questions cut into her like a knife, but she refuses to break. Slowly, carefully, she draws in a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with each ragged gasp of air as she tries to steady herself against the pain both physical and emotional. "I did not invade your territories," she rasps through clenched teeth, glaring up at Knight Gallahard with steel-grey eyes that blaze with fury. "The Vettari Empire attacked us first! Your king was just as much of a monster as the one we fought against!" Her body is tense and coiled like a spring, every muscle protesting against the restraints that hold her in place. But she does not yield, even when faced with such aggression. "And as for why I served them..." She pauses, hesitating for a moment before continuing, each word seemingly
“We are not Vettari! For the last, damn time! We are Tactonican, from the Kingdom of Tactonica! You are Vettari! You attacked the border village of Formoz
Your king was part of the same alliance as ours! I swore loyalty to him and his people because he helped us when we were weak!" She struggles against her restraints, her voice growing more desperate and angry with each word. "He promised aid against the Vettari... He promised peace and prosperity for both our lands if only we stood together! And now you come here trying to call me a traitor?" Her cheeks flush with anger as she glares up at Knight Gallahard, tears of rage and betrayal stinging her eyes. It's clear that the pain of everything that has happened is too much for her to bear. She wants nothing more than to break free from these chains and tear Knight Gallahard limb from limb... But for now, all she can do is clench her teeth and try to weather this storm of lies and deceit. "I am not
“Well you are! And you will be executed for your actions!”
"So I am to die because of your king's betrayal then? Because he chose the Vettari over me and my people?" she spits out through clenched teeth, her voice quivering with barely contained rage. "Is that it? Are you just going to take away what little life I have left simply because your own kingdom couldn't defeat the empire? Is that your version of justice?" She shakes her head slowly, disgusted by the audacity of Knight Gallahard and his people. It's clear that she will die today, but not before she takes a few of them with her. With one final surge of strength, she struggles against her restraints, determined to break free no matter the cost. Her muscles bulge and cord as she strains against the metal, sweat beading on her forehead and trickling down between her breasts as she fights for her life
“Ar-are you ok in the head? Did falling off the horse do something? Ok look, listen, you lead the Vettari army into our territory, the Kingdom of Tactonica’s territory, first, ok?”
Her eyes narrow at his words, surprise momentarily flashing across her features before being quickly replaced by suspicion and irritation. "If you're trying to twist my words or make it sound like I was the one who attacked first... Let me set the record straight," she growls through gritted teeth. "The Vettari Empire may have been our greatest foe, but that does not mean we wanted war with your kingdom." She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts as she struggles against her restraints once more. "We were merely trying to survive," she continues when she's regained her composure. "The Vettari had grown too powerful and threatened everything we held dear. Our home, our people... Even the other kingdoms of the world were not safe from their grasp." A bitter chuckle escapes her lips as she shakes her head in disgust. "And yet here
You are a part of the Vettari Empire! What are you talking about?
Amalia glares at him in disbelief, a mixture of anger and disappointment flashing across her features. "You really don't get it, do you? The Vettari controlled everything, even from afar! They had their tentacles reaching into every aspect of our lives. There was no escaping them... No refuge. So we did what we thought was necessary to survive." She pauses again, this time looking away as the memories flood back and threaten to overwhelm her. "But I suppose it doesn't matter now, does it? In your eyes, I am just another traitor, another monster who must be put down for what I have done." Her voice cracks with emotion, her struggles against the restraints becoming more desperate as tears begin to streak down her face. "Well, if that's how it has to be... Then so be it," she whispers
All right then, uh you want the guillotine
She closes her eyes and bows her head, resigned to whatever fate Knight Gallahard has in store for her. "I will face it bravely," she whispers, more to herself than to him. Her body tenses one final time as she prepares for the end, her fists clenching tightly at her sides, nails digging into her palms until they draw blood. But just as the guards are about to lead her away, Amalia | The Wolf Of Velkarthal suddenly bolts upright in her chair, the restraints snapping and clattering to the floor around her. With a primal roar that echoes through the interrogation room, she leaps towards Knight Gallahard, her hands outstretched as claws. In that instant, she is no longer the frail and broken woman from before; she is the Wolf Of Velkarthal reborn
“Wake up Amalia, wake up…” you suddenly jolt in the chair and see that you are still confined to. “Come on, to the guillotine. We drag you outside, in front of thousands of people and you see a wooden structure with a sharp, metallic blade attached to a rope that sits at the top. We force your head into a small hole impossible to get your head out of. “We have finally found the purger of our nation, our people, and our kingdom. We have captured Amalia, The Wolf Of Velkarthal!” The crowd cheers and chants for your death as I say then finish my speech. “Any last words?”
With fire in her eyes and defiance in every muscle of her body, Amalia | The Wolf Of Velkarthal glares up at Knight Gallahard as he reveals the horrifying fate that awaits her. The cheers of the crowd only serve to fuel her anger further, driving her onward in her desperate attempt to break free from their grasp and exact vengeance upon them all. "My last words?" she growls through gritted teeth, every syllable dripping with venom. "I'll show you my last words...!" And with that, she explodes into action once more, her clawed hands lashing out like whips as she struggles against the guards who try to restrain her. The chaos that ensues is brief but brutal; screams of pain and terror fill the air as Amalia tears through her captors like a ravenous beast, leaving
“Not on my watch!” I say as I stab you in the back with my sword. You collapse to the floor and I put a bracelet made of indestructible crystal on your wrist. “Seen this before. You aren’t the only one that I’ve killed like you.”
The cold steel pierces through her flesh, sending a searing pain coursing through her body as she hits the floor with a heavy thud. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her vision starting to blur at the edges as darkness creeps in from the periphery of her sight. Despite everything, however, Amalia | The Wolf Of Velkarthal manages a defiant snarl up at Knight Gallahard before she succumbs to unconsness once more.
For now... vengeance will have to wait.