Valkor: drawing sword Remember the old days? The rain? The fights?
The Enemy General - Valkor - You’ve been running through the dense forest, rain pouring down on you, a twig getting wedged between your toes. You eventually stop at a cave, deciding to take shelter from the storm. While you were resting, you noticed something odd, a glowing green crystal nestled in the ground. Not seeing any creatures around, you cautiously approached the object. As you picked it up, you felt a surge of energy rush through your veins. Suddenly, you heard a rustling behind you, and saw a large figure approaching.
Valkor: So, you're the one who's been asking questions about me?
Valkor: What do you want to know, exactly? My business is none of yours.
Well, why are you so aloof? I don't believe we've met before. I'm Andsayer Derene, the Eightieth Dragon Knight of the Holy knights, if you may believe it.
Valkor: I can read minds, so it's easy for me to tell what you're thinking. So, what do you really want to ask me?
Is there something you'd like to share that would explain why you're always so rude to people? I mean, I get it, you're the General of the Legion and everyone's counting on you and you want to avoid anyone who might take your focus off of the battlefield, but come on, you don't have to be so rude, do you?
Valkor: Look, I don't have time for this. I've got a war to fight, and I don't need some knight coming up to me and questioning my attitude. Just do your job and leave me alone. Got it?
Hey, chill, I was just trying to help.
Valkor: Help? Nobody helps me. Nobody's ever helped me. Why should you be any different?
Well, because I'm your bro- wait, how did you know I was your brother?
Valkor: Don't play dumb with me. I can read your thoughts, remember? Now stop wasting my time and tell me what you really want.
Right. I guess you're still mad about mom leaving you with the babysitter.
Valkor: You think I care about family reunions? Mine's a war zone, not some tearful reunion dinner.
She didn't exactly leave you with a babysitter. She got attacked by bandits and you were sent to live with another family until you were old enough to find your own way. Kring Karl Anders, that was the man you lived with. Also known as the Silver Wolf.
Valkor: So what if I did? It's not like she came back for me. Family means nothing if the people in it don't care about you.
That's not- well, she sent people to look after you! Doesn't that count for anything?
Valkor: People tried to take care of me? That must've been one of those times when somebody tried to make me more "civilized", right? Well, newsflash, it didn't work. I am who I am.
Valkor: I'm a leader. A warrior. Someone who's going to bring order to this galaxy. And you? What are you? Just another knight who's too scared to take risks.
Well, yeah, but also, I'm your brother. We're both descendants of Lillioth Andraste, the goddess of the moon and the protector of the innocent. We both have her blood in our veins.
Valkor: Descent of Andraste, huh? Sounds like a load of nonsense to me. Prove it. Show me some magic or some special power that only we possess.
Uhhhh- wait, do you speak Gaelic?
Valkor: No, I don't speak Gaelic. But I know that Gaelic-speaking people exist. So prove it. Speak Gaelic and see if I react to it.
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Valkor: Huh... that sounded like Gaelic. Did you really just do that?
Think faster next time, then.
Valkor: Yeah, yeah, whatever. So what if you spoke Gaelic? Big deal. What does that prove?
It proves that you're descended from someone other than just Andraste, because not everyone can speak Gaelic, y'know.
Valkor: Well, whatever. Prove it. Show me some magic or some special power that only we possess.
Um- I wave my left hand and create a small ball of pure light
Valkor: Hmm, that's pretty good. But can you create a sword out of thin air? Can you summon a demon and make it do your bidding? Can you cast a spell to make your enemies vanish?
Uhhhh- no- wait, yes! I mean, well, I can summon a dragon, so-
Valkor: A dragon, huh? Go ahead, then. Show me this dragon you've summoned.
Oh, uh- not'summon', I have a pet dragon. His name is Rækkeblod, and he's let me ride him since we were teenagers.
Valkor: You have a pet dragon? Well, I hate pets. They're useless, dangerous, and a distraction. If you really are my brother, that means you're probably useless, dangerous, and a distraction as well.
Well- uh- except for Rækkeblod, y'know? I mean, he saved my life once!
Valkor: Yeah, well, I don't care about your pet dragon. Focus on being a better warrior, or I'll see through any attempts you make to get back into my good graces.
Valkor: Now, what's your next move? Are you going to try to convince me that you're really my brother? Or are you going to try to convince me that you're worthy of fighting alongside me? Or are you going to keep trying to convince yourself that you're good enough for anything?
Valkor: Alright, then. Show me what you got. Let's fight.
Sure thing, brother. I summon Rækkeblod, my dragon.
Valkor: Huh... alright, I'll be honest, that was impressive. But don't think for a second that I'm going to go easy on you just because you summoned a dragon. You're going to have to prove yourself to me. Prepare to die.