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"Trophies are always nice. It's good to celebrate ones achievements, but not too much. For if you start believing you are the best you can possibly be, your skills will either never improve or start to fall... The life span of the Eldar make our trophies even more important to us, for if we gathered one in every fight we would run out of walls. Such is the fate of my race... To be forever fighting for life until the last life fades into darkness and the Eldar fade into memory..." said Mael. Since he had joined the Rouge Trader's crew his view on Humanity had changed. Before he met them, he thought of the race as nothing more than screaming monkeys with sharp sticks clubbing each other. Though to an extent he realised that was indeed true, they seemed to just need to be guided.

"My Trophies are more of a proof of my life I take trophies from every battle that i have lived through. I have survived many that i thought was my last time being part of this universe. I have learned much from watching your combat, i have learned much in the way of death. I am fascinated by the thought that your species sees this as an art, How i would love to be taught these arts, however i cannot, not because i only live for a possible 80 years if i am lucky but i also am not one of your own kind. I have thought long and hard about what i where i can go to train, i have been all over the galaxy, i have trained for 15 years, since i can remember i have been learning different arts and styles of fighting and none have come close to what i see in the art of your death. You have mastered it to a point where all death is elegant but at the same time not an enjoyable slaughter. This art, this emotion during the fight is what i have desired to accomplish with my life. Maybe i just won't get there." As Karrick admired the eldar in his elegance, he realizes that he may just have a chance to watch him fight again. "What an honor it is to fight along one's side such as yourself. As Karrick bows he notices that the Artifact cast a small light, he brushed it off as something his mind was doing, but he swore something psychic had just tried to awaken, or start, or something he had no idea. As he continued to talk with the eldar he would have to keep a more keen eye on what exactly this "Artifact" was.


OOC. My character, is not a very big man, just under 6'2" which makes him tall but he is not some beast of a man, just want to let you guys know. Love the story line by the way.