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: Maximilian, where do you want to be in ten years?
: With my own tower filled with arcane artifacts, riches, and not the leader amongst a swarm of idiots cawing like crows for the last scraps of my self respect. Oh, and the thickest damn door possible to keep out the luckless idiots that I seem to attract like I'm mag-freaking-netic!
And uh...maybe a...a little something from Master Razzamataz that...I dunno...says he recognizes...You know what? Nothing, forget it. Ten years? Who gives a damn! I'll be lucky to hit another three with the ways life makes me its favourite punching bag.
, it seems you've grown up a fair amount since last we've seen you. How do you think your new understanding and powers have changed you when compared to your younger/past self?
Well, generally, my perception of time has gone through the rinse cycle in a dryer, and then gotten dropped in a whirlpool.
You mortals, thinking in a straight line, looking at your lives as some long, involved journey that stretches for more than a blink of an eye? I've... I've forgotten what that's like. I remember a time where I thought like that, but I can't remember what it was like, I can't even fathom the concept anymore.
Time is little more than a twisting business. It shifts, changes, alters, and I need to keep track of it all.
One thing that I've definitely noticed about the Sasha you all know more personally is how she gets so nervous and skittish around any 'cute' boys, and her brain seems to melt with any attempted conversation.
Needless to say, I'm far beyond such petty crushes. Yep, undeniably.
: Sasha, what's your opinion on Mr.Brutus?
This question is not rigged.
My relationship with my employer is a purely professional one. I don't know what you might have heard from my assistant, but I assure you, I in no way possess unrequited feelings for Brutus.
: This is to
. Have you ever met your father?
On another note,
, do you ever consider how invasive your abilities might be on other people? At what point do you try to draw a line, if at all?
Vanilla Bruce Valois
: I'm gonna go ahead and presume you mean, after he went missing. I haven't, but I'm holding out hope that one day on my adventures, I'll find him! Or, at least, get some closure.
Post-Cataclysm Bruce Valois
: I have met him. Almost wish I have not.
: The one I am particularly interested in is
, but anyone else who feels like they are in a talkative mood are free to give their answers as well.
Do you remember the first time you consciously took another sentient being's life? If yes, care to share the experience?
: Aye sure! Jus'... Ah...Oh-uh...Ah think...Um...Huh...Ah, actually, ah don' really remember.. Thas' weird...
The first one I killed was a dark iron dwarf. Those ashy bastards where trying to attack the mine I was at and I shot one in the head. I've killed plenty of wendigo's and stuff like that but I've never killed anything that looked like my friends before and it made me sick.
First sentient life I took? Would probably be the orcs that enslaved me. I still have a couple of there souls I like to feed to my fel hound whenever I get bored.
I was with Richard at the mines. I saw one get taken out by a landmine.... That's something you never unsee.
: The first person I killed was actually pretty well known...
Class: Dark Ranger
Affiliation: Self, Forsaken
: The first? Something that i can not remeber, still i can share who was the first one i killed as a free willed undead. He was a necromancers, also one of the cultist who tortured me...
: Y-yes, I know that people don't really appreciate m-me or-or anyone else in their minds. I-I try not to use them except when I ab-absolutely have to. B-but sometimes there are accidents. Especially when I get really nervous or I'm just not paying attention or-or-or... yeah.
: Yes, I remember. It was after I joined SI:7, was easing into the job by helping out the bloody guards track down the head honchos of some local gangs stirring up worse-than-average trouble. Let's just say that none of them felt like going to bloody prison and so most of them wound up with blades in their guts. I didn't think about the first one, or the rest of them, very hard. It was stick a dagger in their chest or get my own brains bashed out by a mace. I've never been squeamish about killing, it's a step up from stealing and I did that for most of my early life.
: Well guess what, I'm in a sharing mood, too!
I remember it still, though it was a long time ago, back when I was a pit dog in a brawler ring. I always enjoyed fighting, enjoyed demonstrating my skill, but that one time was completely different. My opponent was a competent enough fighter, I suppose that he was fit to teach the recruits in Lordaeron foot - at least, that is what I've gathered from his fighting style alone. How he ended in the pit I did not care.
From the first moments of the battle, I realized that I outranked him completely. He was in my power, and I was free to do as I saw fit, the other man no more than a toy to entertain me. So I strung him along, pretending to be at his mercy and only by sheer luck standing on my feet. It took some time, but eventually he let his guard down and I struck out completely unopposed.
I did not go for the kill, though, I wanted to show my dominance first. So I cut him across the face. I don't know if he realized I could have slain him there and then, but he sure pulled himself together.
Little did it help him, though. I stopped pulling my punches, and in several seconds it was over. There he stood on his knees, clutching the stub I left of his shield-bearing arm, all the while tendons in his sword arm were severed. I stood like that for several moments, savoring his fear. There was plenty of pain and hatred for me, of course, but they were drowned by terror, by the stark realization that he was done for, already a worthless cripple, exacerbated by just how quickly I reversed the tables and brought him down. The crowd went frothing at their mouth, chanting something in my favor - even those that had placed their bets on the other. The feeling of utter dominance over this man's fate had reached its apex, and I sensed it like a dam straining under the weight of a tidal wave, begging to be shattered.
Then, I beheaded him with one clean strike of my sword, the blade going through flesh and bone with ease that surprised even me. In its last beats his heart sent his hot, crimson, sweet blood into my face. And though I have tasted many a blood afterwards, this is the taste I will remember forever.
The first life I took?
That was a long time ago... back in the High Elven army. Maybe even before. It was some sort of training... an accident, we were practicing unarmed combat.
Something about it, the rush, the adrenaline... Even with it simply being an excecise, I felt so alive, so in the moment. I remember shouted, begging, blood, people pulling me.
They called it an accident, a one in a million.
I like to call it my awakening.
The first life I took?
Well, it was stratholme, yes, there.
Before that it was all undead, they were all...............dead.
The first time I realized, they were once human, they were twisted beyond recognization by ner'zhul, and now slyvannas. It reminded me what I fought for.
I fought to make sure no one else would have to become those monsters.
Aelnon nee Doomwhisper
: It was during the long Flight; one of the Sayaad we fought on one of the many worlds we tried to colonize....The demon died screaming, my hammer to it's face.
: My father when I was 12.
: Some scum that boarded our ship when I was just a cabin boy. Heh, his head fly pretty far after we cut it off.
: The first life I took? May as well as ask me the tenth or 50th one. It was probably some fool who stood in front of me for too long. /shrug
: A mongrel Troll who threatened my brother.
: A force of the Scourge.
: A group of bandits...I never meant to kill them.
: Some Horde members who picked a fight with my group.
: During the battle for Wyrmrest, I killed some of the Twilight Hammers who invaded the Temple.
: A Dark Iron dwarf spy that was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The Silent One
My Master; it was required to join the ranks of the Graven Ones after all.
Morgan La Fey
: A bounty I was after; I was suppose to bring him back alive...but my finger slipped when I found him.
: My first kill was when I was eight; while the Second Dark Horde trained me to be a killer. The final test was against another of those trained, and I killed her.
: I underwent the Trial. I survived out of the other 3 children who had gone out with me. I did what I had to do.
: Satyr's when I was younger; they were killing Keepers of the Grove, so we returned the favour.
: One of Twilight Hammers who had tried to invade our lands.
: Like my brother, members of the Hammer.
: I was forced to kill a member of the Horde; they left me no choice.
: I've been wondering
, how do you see your hanging around with Ashepta? Do you ever find it trying as if it were more an obligation or do you just enjoy her company?
: Iss'an obligation, aye, but tha'don' mean ah don' like'r. There's more to her than anyone realleh knows. She's nice once ya getta know'er. Relleh.
: Do you think that's healthy for either of you?
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