[color=gold][b][u]Ishmael[/u][/b][/color]

       Ishmael looked to the person who had spoke to him. It was Derrix the poet, he wanted to scout ahead. He nodded, [color=gold]"Be careful though, if you see anything worth reporting just come back and let us know. Don't want you getting killed, I got plenty of blood on my hands... don't need yours added to it."[/color] He said. Not meaning to insult or anything. It was just concern and it could be seen on the man's face. The same concern he had for his squire. The only reason he did not want a squire. He was afraid he would get the boy killed. Wade seemed to be giving the boy attention with water and some bread. He even told the kid he should take up something else then a life of a paladin. [color=gold]"He is right you know, the life of a paladin isn't something you can just take on and expect to not have to do anything. I have killed my fair share of heretics and demons. I am not like some paladins, my job was never ever to conquer lands or anything. My specific position in the clergy is to hunt down evil at its roots... Even then I have my share of nightmares. Not as much as a soldier, but I do often find myself blaming my inability to keep people from dying."[/color] He said. If Wade could manage to convince the boy to go another path he would not mind. If the boy kept traveling with him, he would likely not make it to his age. Ishmael was surprised at his own ability to stay alive. It was as if he was cursed to watch his men die around him. While he was made to live. The boy looked to Wade then up to Ishmael. He took the offering of water and bread. 

 [color=cyan]"My father was a paladin,.... Brother Ethan was his name. He served alongside Brother Ishitar, I aim to honor my father and follow under his footsteps."[/color] The boy answered. Ishmael sighed and a sadness took over him. [color=gold]"Oh your Ethan's little boy, I remember you now. I am deeply sorry I couldn't save your father. I tried my best to get to him in time.... I tried fighting past the gargoyle guardians of the vampire but I was not fast enough."[/color] He said in response. The boy sighed, and then managed a smile. [color=cyan]"At least you tried to save him, he was like a brother to you. I know you tried, that's all that matters."[/color] The boy said. Ishmael took a deep breathe and let it out. The boy forgives him, but Ishmael did not forgive himself. Ethan wasn't the only one who died that day. The purge of the vampire scum claimed many lives that day. He punishes himself every day for it.

[color=magenta][b][u]Ceceria[/u][/b][/color]
  
          She could see the change in Ishmael's face as he heard and spoke with the boy. A lot of history were in those eyes. A history the man wanted to forget, or keep in his mind forever. She could never understand such things. Why must men always punish themselves with things they just can not control. [color=magenta]"It sounds mighty foolish if you ask me... how can you ever expect to prevent deaths during such things. You shouldn't ever hold yourself responsible for the deaths of others. You were doing your duty to slay evil, so where they. They knew the risks, and they took them. They wouldn't blame you for it, and nor should you."[/color] Ceceria broke in. Ishmael was taken aback by the woman's words. How unpredictable this person was. One moment she talked about killing someone with such glee and then she says something rather deep and understanding. It was easy for her to throw such things aside. She was an Assassin, she was used to death. There was some truth in her words though. A truth that he would not ignore. 

[color=pink][b][u]Nova[/u][/b][/color]

             Nova kept looking to her chains trying out some way she could break free of them. They were pretty sturdy though. It would take more then what she's got to smash them. She sighed and looked around. The dungeon was rather large. She wondered if anyone else was put here at some point by the bandits. Then from a door on the opposite side of the room emerged a cloaked man. He had red glowing eyes and pale skin. She looked around and then back to him. He was closer then he was before. She could see that this man was a vampire. She could tell from the way he moved around the beam of light that entered the place. He moved into a crouch as he got to her. [color=pink]"I take it you lead these group of bandits?"[/color] She asked and he laughed. [color=red] "I guess you can put it that way,... yes I do lead them. They bare my mark, they are in fact my thrawls. They brought you here as profit for them for when the king and queen pays the ransom. That will not happen though. I don't care either. I wanted you because you are a elf, and one of royal blood. I like the taste of elven blood. It tastes so sweet against my lips. Do not worry I wont turn you... the blood never tastes as good afterwards."[/color] He responded. He then took out a knife and cut into her forearm and placed a goblet underneath it. He then put away said knife and squeezed it. Her blood dripping into the goblet. She winced as she did so,....[color=pink]"You sick bastard...."[/color] she said. He smirked and when the goblet was full he released energy from his hand to close her wound. [color=red]"Wouldn't want you bleeding to death..."[/color] He stood laughing and then down the hatch. He rose the goblet and poured the blood into his mouth some of it trickling down his chin and neck.