Doritian's eyes snap open and... that is all. The young man just lies there, staring at the ceiling, his face completely expressionless, his breath coming no faster than when he was asleep.
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You all hear the loud report of cracking bone as Doritian falls to the ground. Slowly, painfully, he rolls onto his back and those hollow eyes seek out Arma. "Thank you," he says, blood trickling from his lips, his words falling like ashes. The expression on his face is dismissive and his eyes roll away from Arma before they flutter closed. "That will be all. Peasant girl." A last, rattling breath escapes Doritian's mouth, and then he lies still...
"You were always so kind to me," Doritian says, his voice bleak and his face expressionless as he regards Arma, shielding him from Mirandix. "But I do not love you. I never did. To me, you were an excellent friend, but that is all." Doritian whirls around -- and drives his dagger deep into Mirandix' side before ripping it out and charging up the hall. Dagger lowered and heedless of Arma charging after him, Doritian's eyes are fixed on Kyrax and Robert...!
DM Zone, please keep out: Dagger attack for damage
"Better?" Doritian dully repeats Arma's words. "I am... better?" As Arma reaches down for her sword, Doritian's arm moves with a strength and surety that his face lacks; quick as a viper, he draws a dagger from his belt. And just as quickly, he stabs out at his childhood friend, standing right there in front of him! Once... twice... thrice! "There is no better," Doritian says, sounding almost sad. "Not anymore. There is only Doritian... and Dhalavei... and hence... nothing." Doritian finishes his brutal attack with a slash across Arma's face...! "Hold still, dear friend," Doritian says. "Hold still and I will make this quick for you."
DM Zone, please keep out: Dagger AoO #1 for damage. Dagger AoO #2 for damage. Dagger attack (standard) for damage. Crit threat one: for damage.
... As Arma runs up to challenge Bangu-Bangu, steel flickers out in front of her face, sweeps around her blade and sweeps it up in a harsh, controlled arc -- one which goes right against her joints! "No," that eerie, alien voice says to you out of Doritian's mouth, his hell-hole eyes staring into yours. "It is you who must die first, not him."
"Innocent?!" Doritian howls, his eyes wide, round and insane. "She's Chelish! Those freaks worship devils, Kyrax, DEVILS! You would have done the same! Any sane man would have done the same..." The madness transmutes into an actual light; a soulless glow that hurts to look at and makes Doritian's face look waxen and slack, like a badly crafted puppet. When he speaks again, his voice is an odd, slurring gurgle. "She must die. They must all die. All must die. Die... She asked 'Will you kill everything for your goal' and I agreed. So all must die. Die. "
"" Doritian screams in reply to Arma's question. The handsome young man strides forward, longsword held at the ready, tears streaming down his face. "Do you have any idea...? I always worked so hard... so hard to make Father proud! And then this! To be ordered to pollute my bloodline with Chelish filth! How could I endure it? She had to go! The little Chelish whore had to DIE before I could be put in a position where I had to disobey Father! It was all planned, all agreed -- It's all the Goblin's fault, has to be - I thought I would redeem him, but he corrupted me, whispered this idea in my head, he must have done - I shouldn't have used him as barter, I should have killed him myself!" The Andoran knight does not come closer to meet you, he stands waiting to receive when you attack.
Doritian is trembling like an aspen. His eyes wide and round like a feverish horse, his skin pale as new cheese, it is clear that he is in emotional turmoil. But in spite of it all, his hand is steady enough when he draws his sword. His family crest shined from the crossguard's as the young Andorman points the blade at you. Arma & Kyrax:
You recognize that sword from when you were young together. It is the sword of Doritian's father; he was so proud when it was handed down to him! "I am sorry," Doritian says, a nervous tic under one eye. "So sorry! I did something that made perfect sense -- just one thing -- and... and it all ended like this! I am so sorry... but I cannot go back. You all... must... die here..."
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