Dead Rising (Alexandre - The Pale)

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Dead Rising (Alexandre - The Pale)

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*Wars come, and wars go, but the concept of proper and improper law will be a never-ending, bloody battle, while beings posses the ability to fight each other. Such was the case for the Blackroth family. For many generations, they served in the Temple, as paladins, priests, and judges. But unlike the calm before any storm, the legacy would eventually arrive at its end, and in a horrible fashion. The story says that a young man named Alexandre Blackroth, son of a holy paladin, Marshal Blackroth, had hardly begun his first term as one of the city’s youngest judges. When a band of thieves came to their city, posing as a defected unit of paladins, searching for relics of power, matters took a turn for the worse.

For weeks, the bandits burned and pillaged the temples and tombs searching for their prizes. In the process, they discovered late at night, a secretive group of mages that had met and were discussing how they would deal with this new threat. Upon ambushing the mages, the thieves learned that one of the mages was infact, Alexandre Blackroth, one of the local judges. They detained him and brought him back to his home, where they threw him on the floor of his own house, and began to interrogate him regarding relics of arcane power, since they had recently discovered him to be a wizard. The commotion awakened Alexandre’s wife, and she ran to the bottom of the stairs. Alexandre tried to warn his wife to stay away, but it was too late. The thieves removed their masks and shiny armor, revealing to Alexandre who they really were. They grabbed his wife, tied her arm to the back of a chair and gave him one last chance to speak. When Alexandre replied that he knew nothing of the relics they sought, the bandits slowly cut off her left arm. For hours they tortured her in front of him while he could do nothing in her aid. Finally, from shock and the large amount of blood loss, Alexandre’s wife died. As they prepared to leave, one of the thieves laughed and said “perhaps he was telling the truthâ€
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