[b][i]Myst Neumann[/i][/b]

Myst's first thoughts once the sword was drawn back were comfort that Asmira would survive this; a second later his emotions changed to anger and fear, not for himself but for his dream. And so, when asked by Mithril to 'impress him', the old man cleared his throat, and spoke: "I will play your game, monster, even though it be my death. I glimpsed the madness in your blade, how it wanted to wrap around all order and crumble it into chaos and suffering." He then smiled grimly. "Suffering is what I deal in, although my interests are more...organized."

He then continued with the zeal of a man doomed to die, but unbowed, caring only about being remembered, "Down in the slums people suffer and die, Demi-Human and Human both. Under the watch of the nobles and knights who deal in fairy tales and force, the rich are held above the poor, Humans above Demi-Humans, Men above Women. I would break this sham of a heirarchy and make everyone [i]equal under oppression[/i], as well shed oceans of blood to achieve this goal." Myst's eyes glinted with malice and barely restrained murderous rage.

The old man knew one thing; he couldn't have his men and women die to this madman. They were his tools to bring about his new world and the despotism it represented. He had to think; what had this wielder of a madness-inducing blade revealed about himself? Were there previous reports of such a person in Lugnica - wait, there were; that series of high-profile murders! A powerful assassin who wanted no coin, only death, and who wielded fire as a weapon. A glimpse of a path revealed itself, and Myst cautiously followed it as he spoke once more.

"Ah, I now know what you are; one of the assassins and murderers who crave the pleasure of the kill, not coin or ordinary ideals. And from your request from me to impress you, it seems you also want the pleasure of a challenge." A chance to kill two, maybe even three birds with one stone. "If you have been eavesdropping, I am sure you must have heard of a mysterious swordsman attacking my clandestine operations but doing little against them except be a gadfly." Myst carefully sorted through his memories, in order to assure that his next words were correct. 

He continued, "This swordsman is an idiot, but one adept at survival. A heroic soul, though reduced to a wannabe because of his lack of perception and his lack of friends with said perception. I wanted him captured to serve as my jester, but with his skills with the sword and the bloodshed he's already caused, he might grant you a few short moments of amusement before you come back to murder me. That would be a challenge, would it not be?" Another throat-clear.

"But if that alone does not impress you, then the fact of the matter is that if I die, the amount of blood and fire the future will see will be much reduced. Without someone working to undermine the structure of society, it will stand for a little while longer. Do-gooders will meet less opposition in their attempts to paper over the realities of the world with idealistic fairy tales. Do you [i]want[/i] such a world? Say what you will about my own quest for order, but [i]if I die, there will be peace[/i]." Myst was in his element now. "Do you want this world of sugarcoated lies to continue? That will be the most likely outcome of my death."

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