Desperate times call for desperate measures (DK)

[Veryan Lithônion]

Right so Veryan had made a promise, a promise that would affect him whether he liked it or not. But it had been a promise nonetheless and to a dying man. He lightly shivered as he remembered the fatal doom that awaited Dante the dark morning he walked to the arena, the abominable day Veryan lost one of the best friends he had ever had and one of those days he could never forget and though he wished he could, somewhere deep down inside of him he wanted to remember it always. Such a cruel thing to do, however he knew that the Prince was simply defending himself, wasn’t he? Honestly, it had been such a hard situation for Veryan having known both contenders as much as he did.

But now there was no turning back, Dante had given him instructions to follow, he had told him where and when to find the Dark Knight, no questions asked, so long as he gave the man’s initials they would tell him Veryan was here, sent by Dante, to be trained in the ways of the sword. He ha obviously spoken with no one on the matter, not even his parents knew of his latest dealings, nor the friends he had made or the places he now often visited. One of them being Dante’s grave.

He needed to regain strength; he needed to look into his past and know he was doing the right thing, but what was the right thing but what every person perceived it to be? He sighed, it did not matter now, and he was in the slums already so there was no backing down. His hood hid his face as he walked along the dark alleys and streets looking for the one place Dante has spoken of.

He sensed the darkness and desolation of these parts of the city. It wasn’t only his perception but also his connection to the elements of the earth that allowed him such liberties, which were more like a burden really. He sighed as he watched some children playing with dirt, how could such a place exist where a great kingdom is said to prosper? In conclusion Camelot did not bring comfort and wealth to everyone in the city. As he walked he made sure his hood covered his face and so he skipped a great puddle of wine and finally found the place.

He opened the door and walked over to the person in charge and simply said he was there to meet up with the DK, on behalf of deceased Dante. The man stared at Veryan blankly, however he soon nodded and went to inform the Dark Knights that there was someone there to see him.

[The Dark Knight]

The Knight sat behind his large oak desk in his chambers, scrolls and books stacked up on top of it. He was relaxing in his chair flipping through a file of papers that detailed the latest dealings of his organization and the payment manifests, there were a few minor irregularities but nothing worth looking into. His peace was broken by a knock on the dark wooden door across the room. He groaned and rose, his armor making a quiet grating noise as the plate slid against each other. He took three steps to the door and cracked it open.

The man who was hired to screen the people that asked to see him stood on the other side. "Whadda ye wan'?" He asked roughly. The man averted his eyes and mumbled. "There's a boy here to see you, says on behalf of Dante." The Knight sighed and shook his head. "Send 'im in." He closed the door and went back to his desk and picked up another stack of papers and began to read it. This one was worth keeping, the list of all the new recruits in the past year. He noticed that among the long list of names Dante Grixis-Assassin, was still on it. He picked up his quill and crossed it off and continued through the list, grabbing the stack of contracts and writing out assignments waiting for whoever wanted to see him.

[Veryan Lithônion]

He waited and realized his body was too tense, he shook his head, this was probably another alley with no way out, but wasn’t this the way in which you became who you had to be? If he did not experiment he would simply sit at the forge and watch life pass him by and he would not have that, he did not need that prospect of life. He aimed to something better, something he still could not remember or consider, however it was there. And this was one step toward his aim.

He looked around for a moment not to feel enclosed in a room he could not escape and noticed a gentle breeze that emerged form the window, he looked at the window, it was a grey day, however he felt this was what he wanted to do, even if everything seemed to be against it, and if the Dark Knights would not teach him then he would try by other means. He would not blame him, however, Veryan did not look like the strongest and fittest of all knights, even when Dante thought he could easily learn he was also biased by the compassion and friendship he felt toward the young blacksmith. However perhaps his knowledge in weapons could help him concerning sword fighting?

Not much later the same man walked toward Veryan and said, “follow me, lad.” He turned to look at him; he seemed disturbed and rather frightened. He decided it was best not to ask questions and simply followed him up the stairs into the first room on the first floor. He took a deep breath and released it, if one thing he knew was that he had to be confident and look it, otherwise the Dark Knight might send him back home with a scorn for having interrupted his serious business.

Once the man opened the door he said, “Here he is…” he then went back to mind his businesses and Veryan entered the room and closed the door behind him, what do you say to someone of a high rank you don’t know? He tried to ignore that thought and simply said, “Good morning”… he bowed his head in the form of a greeting and proceeded, “Not long ago Dante came across me and thought I possessed skill and sent me with you for a better apprenticeship, that is if you agree to do so and find Dante’s judgment precise.”

[The Dark Knight]

The Dark Knight did not even look up from his work as the boy entered and began to speak. Apparently Grixis has seen something useful in the boy. He on the other hand was skeptical. He spoke like he was educated and from what he said it didn't seem like he had ever used a blade for anything in his life. He wrote down a name and put a form into an envelope and slid it to the other side of his desk and looked up.

"Grixis may 'av liked ye, bu I canno' be so sure." He said and stood up and walked around to the other side to his desk to get a better look at the boy. He was shorter and young, he had an air of confidence around him. He actually was a lot like the assassin he had accepted against his better judgement almost a year ago and he turned out to be one of the best assassin's the Brotherhood had ever seen. But this boy was different, he didn't know the life of a low like almost all of the others did. That made him cautious, even nervous, but he kept his emotionless exterior unmoved.

"Ye go a name lad?" he asked and before he answered he continued, "An wha skills could ye offer th Brotherhood?"