[b][color=8882be][h3]Galbrek[/h3][/color][/b] [color=fff200]The day after the eventful evening.[/color] [color=7bcdc8]"Master Galbrek! Master Gal-"[/color] Adam came yelling barging into the room his master were located within only to be met with a backhanded slap seeking to slap him across his face. Adam however managed to get out of it's reach just in time. [b][color=8882be]"Adam! You dodged on purpose..."[/color][/b] Galbrek said before stepping up to backhand him properly, this time the doll took the slap across the face. [b][color=8882be]"Now learn to knock. I might be in the middle of an important meeting."[/color][/b] The half demon pointed to the nearby wall where he had drawn a crude sketch of William which he used for practicing dart throwing. [color=7bcdc8]"Forgive my lord, but this was left for you my master."[/color] Adam held over a package with some dossiers in them.[b][color=8882be] "What is this?"[/color][/b] Galbrek asked, raising an eyebrow as he approached. [color=7bcdc8]"Papers my lord."[/color] Adam quickly replied. [b][color=8882be]"You dolt! I can see that it is paper! But more importantly what is written on them?!"[/color][/b] Galbrek grabbed hold of the dossier and began to look it over. His irritated face began to change and his eyes widened, his gritted teeth turned into a wide grin. He began to chuckle, and later on it turned into full laughter. [b][color=8882be]"Heh...heh... gah hah hah hah! Yes! This is exactly what I need! The all powerful evil gods have indeed sent a gift to their most favored child! William...Just you wait you inbred mortal mongrel. Welcome to planet hell!" [/color][/b] [color=fff200]Some time later… [/color] [i][color=fff200]*A couple of video tapes has been sent to various news agencies in the city*[/color][/i] The camera would fixate on a young man standing near a finely decorated table with a map of Rhea behind it. [b][color=8882be]"If I may have your attention, inhabitants of Rhea and the surrounding area! I am Lord Galbrek Ravenovich, fourth son of Lord Alduss Ravenovich of the WREVL banking corporation. I speak to you in this time of great sadness and confusion, for there has been an attempt on my life and an unjust warrant out for my capture by corrupt or controlled officials. Controlled? What do I mean with that? Allow me to tell you! For amongst you, in this very city walks a person with a particular ability that allows him to meld into peoples everyday life. Becoming a friend while in fact he is a fiend, a pretender and a imposter. How is this possible? Allow me to tell you about it, he possesses a power which I'd come to call 'The narrarive role'. It allows him to toy with peoples minds to accept him into their very lives as if he had earnt it. While he has in fact burglarized your heads and is now eating from your pockets! How terrifying it is. Not knowing where or when he would strike, perhaps he already have or is sitting next to you just now. How would you be able to tell the difference to unmask this deceiver? Not only can this person do this, he can copy powers of those he has witnessed and then make use for them himself. Imagine what he could do would he see the most powerful wielders of powers in this world? It is like giving a large device of mass destruction to a terrorist! Do you think you can avoid his gaze and intrusion? Think again. He also bears the power to gather knowledge just by coming into contacts with a building which may tell him of things which has occured in it. Your personal private life. Your buisness arrangements. Where you store your valuables. Just a few things which this man could do to you. This terrorist as he should be called lastly also has a power which forces people to stand by his side and if they refuse it shall weaken them and make their luck run low. Making their lives miserable. These terrifying powers are running rampant even now and who knows if the power is passed down through the family. Are you willing to take the risk? I call for the authorities to seize this terrorist and those who plot with him." [/color][/b] - Galbrek would approach the camera and showing his bruised cheek and bloodied lip, showing his missing tooth. [color=8882be][b]"I was physically attacked by the very mother of this terrorist as she attempted to aid her wicked son and his fellow terrorists from silencing me. Assassination attempt."[/b][/color] [b][color=8882be]"The name of this terrorist is William Chekhova Ascot! Him and his family should be quarantined! I have a full dossier here with proof of his wicked powers."[/color][/b] Galbrek would pan the camera down to show a bunch of papers. [color=8882be][b]"I will only hand them to the chief of police or judge of the city once the threats posed by these Ascot's have been dealt with. In addition, I offer on behalf of my father, the just and rightious man that he is a bounty of twenty-five thousand for the capture of this William Chekhova Ascot. Thank you and be watchful fellow peace loving citizens."[/b][/color] Galbrek placed a hand on his chest and offered a salute then the camera recording stopped and Galbrek walked over to Adam who stood behind the camera. [b][color=8882be]"Ugh. Makes me sick speaking like that. But it will have to do. Wiping out that worm is highest priority. Why not let the mortal fools in the city mob up and put him to the torch? Nothing like some good lynching to enlighten the peasantry of their place in the world."[/color][/b] Galbrek smirked and then let an evil chuckle echo through the hallway.