<strong>Lionel Porter<br/>Time;  Early Afternoon, Day 1<br/>Location;  The Northern Trek<br/>Tagged; Giselle</strong><br/><br/>He did nought but listen intently to Giselle as she told him an awful lot about herself, from birth 'till now really, which was a lot of information he had to ingest in his head. Her story was both very insightful as well as very emotional as what he gathered, perhaps drama wherever he looked. It wasn't an issue, because she turned into who she was today and really she was a wonderful being, so who really cared if she caried some baggage? Lionel didn't, he saw her as an equal and respected her for it. She was rather complimentary to the knight, quite respectful on her own part, and she showed him that she was clearly different to the typical savage drow in his book, the merciless and heartless killers who would dine on their prey's innards for their barbaric and cruel ceremonies. This was a relief, he didn't want to have to carve her into two if she tried such methods. Thing was, he knew he didn't. Giselle was a nice person despite first perspective, and he felt that it was this first judgement that made her aggresive to those who judged her. But like many, all one needed was to look a little deeper to find out more.<br/><br/>He chuckled as he wrapped his arm around Giselle, saying "It matters not Giselle! I've enjoyed your little rant, and your history is more than interesting. But I did note something I would debate upon." Lionel then cleared his throat, as he seemed to do these days, before apologizing for its frequency. "I'm sorry, chesty cough I think. Now, the matter I wish to address, when you said your ancestors, the only ones worth mentioning being your father and grandfather; I disagree greatly there Giselle. Aside from my belief that we are all equally different, my order recognizes the significance of the woman in this world. The fact is, your mother bore you inside her for nine months, I assume, and I can assure you that no man is capable of doing such a task. I am honoured by you women for being the bearers of life into this world, and the privledge to bring life to this world, regardless of the pain, is unmatched. In fact, Giselle, my order though mainly male essentially exalts women in the world." Lionel then leaped down a small ledge as Giselle followed, they were but a hill away from the castle now.<br/><br/>Lionel decided to finish his rant this time, as it'd get them to Arcania again. "You are correct, Giselle, when you say Number 7 isn't a bad rank. Fact is, if I wasn't rusty, Ultima wouldn't have stood a chance against me. In my hey-day I was incredible, a red dragon would fear the mere pressence of me. But I only ever reached such levels to solely protect those in good's name. But if you imagine it, if Ultima would be weak against a Number 7, could you even comprehend the power of a Number 1 Blade? When I first witnessed it, I was in awe. The Blade, Sir Drake, his power was terrifying. With a single shot of his blade, a light stream blasted through an entire base of a Mountain, creating a huge tunnel for those who took it. I could only ever dream to reach such heights. Drake's sword, Justice, along with the others including my own Envoy were created by our Lady Zenithia, who summons to our aid angelic masters who, as you witness, can kill even the greatest of beasts with a mere motion. Using them well is the hard part, as my exhaustion means I have yet to perfect my methodology..."<br/><br/>As they approached the castle, Lionel looked over at the patch, and turned it over to reveal a note. "Hmm? Its a note from Jain! 'Whoever finds this please know I am dead. Please know that I also have a daughter by the name of Nina Luzstone. Please know she must become a blade, so please know she must learn the ways of the sword, the ways of a paladin. And please know this is my one and only dieing wish.' Hmm..." Lionel wasn't sure how to react to this at all, but apparently there was a Nina Luzstone...<br/><br/>-Meanwhile, upon the mountain-<br/><br/>The corpse of Ultima layed cold in the snow until, in an instant, a dark hooded being showed up and, by releasing an orb of a dark light that penetrated the warrior's corpse, resurrected his fallen ally as well as fully restoring him from his wounds. "Tsk tsk tsk, a Dark lord cannot fall so easily." the being said sinisterly, his voice sounding like a screeching metal. Ultima rubbed his head as he gazed upon his ally. "Eidolon..."...