[center][h3]Sir Edwin Stormcrest?[/h3][/center]
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Titles
[color=#0E0101][Human - Mundane], [Noble Ryke Baron] B, [Apprentice Lancer], [Power Potential], [Get Looped], [Dark Knight], [Knight in Black], [Dark Horseman] - #0E0101[/color]
Noteworthy Skills: [Resilient Surprised], Regeneration F
Asset Goal: ?

Spectators and judges couldn’t be even more correct: each of the blows coming from Edwin weren’t merely performative, not simply a feast for the eyes, no. He fought to crush, to maim, to win, even if not putting his full strength in his initial opening against captain. And each one of them blows were delivered with an unchanging expression on his face, lips flat. Only his azure orbs narrowed infinitely at each one of the strikes. And finally, when the fight was called off, Edwin being declared the victor, the dark knight stopped his own lunge, three-pronged lance a few inches from the Captain’s jaw.

[color=#0E0101]“It seems our demonstration comes to an end, Captain Orvin. Luckily, it was just [b]that[/b].”[/color] He said with a scoff, raising his arm which firmly gripped his weapon above his head, allowing the briefest of smiles to appear on his lips.

Then came the wave of confidence, of swelling pride. All the heads nodded to him, how could they not? The baron stood there as an apex of his own kind. Maybe even more than that, he was an example amongst every creature. [color=#0E0101]“This is what [b]-proper-[/b] stock looks like. Enjoy while I’m here, for no one else will ever come close.”[/color] Snapping his fingers, letting a metallic -plink- echoed from the epicenter of the arena, he strode away, corners of his lips curling upward for a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

[color=#0E0101]“Of course, that is the least that can be offered: a place to rest between the fights. I’m expecting exotic treats, both [b]food[/b] and [b]women[/b], to be available for sampling.”[/color] There was a thud against the attendant’s chest as Edwin’s balled fist just entrusted the heavy lance into their care. [color=#0E0101]“Make sure it is oiled and sharpened, really to be used against the next whelp I’m supposed to ‘pretend fight’ with. Now, off you go.”[/color] Shooing the attendant with one hand, he dropped the act.

This was the perfect moment for investigation, while the fools were distracted. He began walking towards the archway, steps much lighter than usual. And, following the light to a certain point, the nobleman had begun his investigation in earnest.


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