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[h2][color=9e0b0f]Wilhelm the Black Blade[/color][/h2]
Husband of Onyx ([@Vesuvius00]) and Amalia ([@Belle])
Interacting with Onyx & Amalia[/center]

Travel through the marsh was slow to begin with, and it only grew slower as they went deeper in. The potholes multiplied, the swamp water encroached further upon the road, and the grass grew taller with each yard. Wilhelm kept his eyes and ears open, searching for any sign or sound of the foul play he suspected was afoot here. Little could he anticipate that it would come from his own brides.

The carriage lurched to a sudden halt as the horses pulling it suddenly reared up in panic. Before Wilhelm could look to the driver, however, the distinct noise of an arrows striking wood resounded in the marsh, followed swiftly by the screams of one, then the other of his brides. His head snapped about in the direction of the scream, and there amid the twisted trees stood a pack of shadows, one of which was open and holding aloft a bow. Another swiftly approached that one and an arm lashed out to strike it.

[b]"Oi!"[/b] cried a voice, clearly no longer concerned with concealment, [b]"We was told to not 'arm the merchandise!"[/b]

In the time it took him to say that, Wilhelm had reached to his belt and pulled a dagger from it, pulled back his arm, and hurled it forward, using his mastery over the air to guide it over the swamp. It struck the archer directly, embedding itself in his neck and causing him to collapse, sputtering blood as he attempted to speak. 

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Cowards."[/b][/color]

Wilhelm's voice sliced through the air as he dismounted and rounded to come between the carriage and its assailants. He strode out into the wet ground by the road, standing as a challenge to the men who dared slight him with a cold, merciless fury in his eyes. Another shadow stepped out from behind a tree with bow in hand, but as he made the movement another of Wilhelm's knives flipped through the air to strike him in the shoulder. He lived, but he would not be wielding a bow any further.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"You would rely on ambushes and trickery to claim a prize. Pathetic,"[/b][/color] his voice called across the swamp again, [color=9e0b0f][b]"If you would have what is mine, then bare steel [i]and come take it from me.[/i]"[/b][/color]

The central assailant looked about him, then nodded to his companion with the injured shoulder and stood. Three more joined him, and all four soon held weapons in their hands; an axe, twin shortwords, a spear, and one held a mere hand sickle. They began to walk closer, slowly and cautiously, and revealed themselves to indeed be Drakken. By their clothes they were peasants, nameless fools with no military training. Which explained why none of them simply picked up their comrade's bows and quivers. 

[b]"We got ya surrounded, [i]milord[/i],"[/b] one of them called as the began to fan out to enclose him.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"All I am surrounded by,"[/b][/color] Wilhelm declared as he drew his sword, [color=9e0b0f][b]"Is fear and [i]dead men.[/i]"[/b][/color]

And then the battle erupted!

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It's an ambush! Wilhelm kills one archer and injures a second to the point he can't shoot anymore, then challenges the others to fight him directly. They do, approaching him 4v1. There is a 5th, the injured archer, but he's not in the attack. Hmm...
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