Galina furiously went over her calculations... mathematics was one of her prides! Her joys! Scanning it like a mad woman, however, she looked at the numbers.
"I've worked on these numbers for months how could they possibly... but pish..." Galina said to nobody in particular before lowering the paper in realization. "These are all done under the laws of the former system. Now that this man rules the world I will have to study all the ins and outs of his laws..."
It was then she caught wind of Ulder... immediately her mood turned even more sour knowing that hell was about to break loose.
"Oh, greeeaaaaaaaat..."
The Tyrant
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Albyon
Abeo's impatience was as always there. But over the yahren he had learned to accept a wait.
Waiting was remembering, fueling his hate. He had refused the food they offered, because he would not eat the food, that maybe contained a poison to make him drowsy. He knew that he was know as one of the strongest men alive. He had seen it reflected in many scared eyes.
Finally the silence was broken by the sound of steps and the barking of orders. His cel was opened and smokey light shone in. He was blinded for a few burns, but that did not stop him for rising to his feet.
"Move anything and we kill you on the spot flamesword!!"
Only a defiant grin answered the guard, but no resistance followed when they forced him on the ground to put the shackles on. It seemed that the guards where disappointed about Flamesword not resisting, after they heard so many tales. But Abeo knew that these where not the normal emperial slaves, but his bodyguard. He had met them only twice, and they where harder to kill and not so scared.
His mind wandered, Flamesword, almost nobody had called him Abeo anymore in seven Yahren. The name more or less reserved for when he came home. Even Gavin rarely used it.
The guards pulled him back to his feet. Even with these specially selected warriors he stook out, being taller and broader then any of them.
Outside the cell waited Gavin, standing proud and defiant as ever. Abeo chuckled, Gavin could look like a lord even when he was naked.
He counted the steps while the guards guided them towards the court room, or whatever it would be called.
He realised it was a good day to die. He was becoming tired of life, tired of fighting. Something he had never thought he would have been. But the energy that Sevti always gave him was long since gone. His Pan's Joy bleeding from his soul with every day passing, leaving more and more to Pan's blood. Vengeance was all he had, and he would pay with his life for that any day. It would be a gift of Pan himself, Vengeance and being reunited with his JOY.
It turned out to be to many steps to be counted. And then the doors opened, they had arrived at the court.
The light was bright, and the smell of food, wine and perfume was overwelming.
The smell of my body shall compensate some of those fine smells, he thought with some dark amusement. Then he started to look around, knowing that Gavin, who was the better speaker any day, would talk to the bastard on the throne over there. He waited, defiant, dirty, bloody. But as always Abeo, the warrior of the blood.
Most of the people he saw around where unknown to him, but some where known. He knew that guy, trying to hide in the shadows, his name was Ashtallion, suddenly his anger flared up and with a voice dripping of venom he said loud enough to be heard.
"Soooo, you found a better demon to serve, don't you Ashtallion. If you can't beat them join them. Selling freedom and friendship for bloodstained coins. But don't worry your in GOOD company !!"
A distraction made him freeze for a moment, ignoring any reaction that Ashtallion would make. Something made his stomach turn, a smell, a smell so faint that he should not have been able to smell it. It was a perfume and he had not smelled it in yahren. It remembered him of his wife.
The day that he would die, and then he smelled that perfume, Pan's luck he concluded.
Only some guards at the doors he realised. Gavin and him had learned to talk with signals a long time ago. Walking in cities where the enemy could hear them. So he signaled enemies at that side, he told Gavin without words, only some movement of his eyes.
Without speaking he started to put tension on the shackles, Gavin would need him to break them. They would end the reign of this bastard emperor. One thing bothered him, there was no other visible protection of the man, only those guards at the door.
But it did not change anything. It was a good day to die, Pan's cup would be filled. He longed for Pan's Joy.
Waiting was remembering, fueling his hate. He had refused the food they offered, because he would not eat the food, that maybe contained a poison to make him drowsy. He knew that he was know as one of the strongest men alive. He had seen it reflected in many scared eyes.
Finally the silence was broken by the sound of steps and the barking of orders. His cel was opened and smokey light shone in. He was blinded for a few burns, but that did not stop him for rising to his feet.
"Move anything and we kill you on the spot flamesword!!"
Only a defiant grin answered the guard, but no resistance followed when they forced him on the ground to put the shackles on. It seemed that the guards where disappointed about Flamesword not resisting, after they heard so many tales. But Abeo knew that these where not the normal emperial slaves, but his bodyguard. He had met them only twice, and they where harder to kill and not so scared.
His mind wandered, Flamesword, almost nobody had called him Abeo anymore in seven Yahren. The name more or less reserved for when he came home. Even Gavin rarely used it.
The guards pulled him back to his feet. Even with these specially selected warriors he stook out, being taller and broader then any of them.
Outside the cell waited Gavin, standing proud and defiant as ever. Abeo chuckled, Gavin could look like a lord even when he was naked.
He counted the steps while the guards guided them towards the court room, or whatever it would be called.
He realised it was a good day to die. He was becoming tired of life, tired of fighting. Something he had never thought he would have been. But the energy that Sevti always gave him was long since gone. His Pan's Joy bleeding from his soul with every day passing, leaving more and more to Pan's blood. Vengeance was all he had, and he would pay with his life for that any day. It would be a gift of Pan himself, Vengeance and being reunited with his JOY.
It turned out to be to many steps to be counted. And then the doors opened, they had arrived at the court.
The light was bright, and the smell of food, wine and perfume was overwelming.
The smell of my body shall compensate some of those fine smells, he thought with some dark amusement. Then he started to look around, knowing that Gavin, who was the better speaker any day, would talk to the bastard on the throne over there. He waited, defiant, dirty, bloody. But as always Abeo, the warrior of the blood.
Most of the people he saw around where unknown to him, but some where known. He knew that guy, trying to hide in the shadows, his name was Ashtallion, suddenly his anger flared up and with a voice dripping of venom he said loud enough to be heard.
"Soooo, you found a better demon to serve, don't you Ashtallion. If you can't beat them join them. Selling freedom and friendship for bloodstained coins. But don't worry your in GOOD company !!"
A distraction made him freeze for a moment, ignoring any reaction that Ashtallion would make. Something made his stomach turn, a smell, a smell so faint that he should not have been able to smell it. It was a perfume and he had not smelled it in yahren. It remembered him of his wife.
The day that he would die, and then he smelled that perfume, Pan's luck he concluded.
Only some guards at the doors he realised. Gavin and him had learned to talk with signals a long time ago. Walking in cities where the enemy could hear them. So he signaled enemies at that side, he told Gavin without words, only some movement of his eyes.
Without speaking he started to put tension on the shackles, Gavin would need him to break them. They would end the reign of this bastard emperor. One thing bothered him, there was no other visible protection of the man, only those guards at the door.
But it did not change anything. It was a good day to die, Pan's cup would be filled. He longed for Pan's Joy.
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Ashtallion Urdil
- Battle Mage
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Ashtallion caught himself as Silk motioned towards him, his eyes widened ever so slightly, but he did as the Caesar commanded, moving out of the light and into the shadows. Having seen Silk motioned to the woman nearer him also, the mage edged closer around the throne room towards her, keeping out of sight where possible.
His black robes made only the slightest of whispers, and every so often the light would gleam on his golden for a moment, before being lost in shadows again. Keep an eye on each other, just incase? Incase of what I wonder! Possibly an assasination attempt, wouldn't surprise me in the least.
Those golden eyes studied Silk for a moment, coming up with a plan to win a glance in his favour. Sliding every closer to Elaine, Ashtallion spoke softly to her when nearer, " My Lady. Forgive my abruptness, however I find myself in some confusion over the Caesar's words. My name is Ashtallion Urdil and if you would permit me to stand with you and watch over the proceedings? "
It was then he saw who entered the Court and his stomach flipped. But at Abeo's word, it changed to anger and he felt his magic rising in him, he did not move however, he merely stood still, eyes fixed on Abeo. Though he did touch his power, bringing it within comfortable and easy reach, the beginnings of a weaving coming to mind incase the desire to stike down the human became overwhelming. It would be so easy for the Mage to kill him. He could let loose a bolt of lightning faster than the warrior could have ever drawn a sword, and even then Ashtallion would only have to raise a finger.
Seething with fury, he still remained quiet, not wanting to draw any more attention.
His black robes made only the slightest of whispers, and every so often the light would gleam on his golden for a moment, before being lost in shadows again. Keep an eye on each other, just incase? Incase of what I wonder! Possibly an assasination attempt, wouldn't surprise me in the least.
Those golden eyes studied Silk for a moment, coming up with a plan to win a glance in his favour. Sliding every closer to Elaine, Ashtallion spoke softly to her when nearer, " My Lady. Forgive my abruptness, however I find myself in some confusion over the Caesar's words. My name is Ashtallion Urdil and if you would permit me to stand with you and watch over the proceedings? "
It was then he saw who entered the Court and his stomach flipped. But at Abeo's word, it changed to anger and he felt his magic rising in him, he did not move however, he merely stood still, eyes fixed on Abeo. Though he did touch his power, bringing it within comfortable and easy reach, the beginnings of a weaving coming to mind incase the desire to stike down the human became overwhelming. It would be so easy for the Mage to kill him. He could let loose a bolt of lightning faster than the warrior could have ever drawn a sword, and even then Ashtallion would only have to raise a finger.
Seething with fury, he still remained quiet, not wanting to draw any more attention.
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Gavin Tylvan
- Baron of Bru¡ch
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Slowly, ever so slowly they walked. He was in no rush to come there. He savored every moment of this. His end was close and Gavin wanted this feeling to last. He had a purpose in life. He had one more duty. And then he could die. And his greatest enemy was helping him perform it.
As they walked Gavin felt his muscles slowly warming up. It was not a long time they spent in cells. He was still strong. And now his body was getting used to moving once more. And as they walked the big man flexed his muscles one by one. And soon he was ready.
The guards were silent and he had no wish to speak with them. They were simple killers. Blind followers. Cowards even. Not many dared defy the Caesar. And he had no respect for that kind of people.
Once he felt the need to help. Now, it was gone. He lost that need along the way. Only defiance remained. I became a bitter man. I was the only one that tried. Me and Abeo. All the rest just stood and waited. Or performed evil deeds. I got tired of leading them by their hands. Sheep. All of them. And so I became the wolf.
Finally they were in front of the door leading into the chamber. It was a large room. And he saw the Tyrant on his throne. Cold blue eyes of Gavin gazed up and he caught silhouettes of two more people behind the throne. But, he paid not attention. Abeo shifted and pointed the men in shadows. Gavin merely nodded. I see them too, my friend. Let them. We have one more duty to perform. They are of no importance.
Their own guards left them. Only two at the door stood. Gavin straightened and took the first step. He started his own walk towards the throne. Confident that his friend will be by his side. And a strange feeling overcame the warrior. Words of a song came unbidden to his mind. He heard them only a few times so far. Whenever he thought death was near. But, this time he had to sing.
His head held high, Gavin walked. His steps were measured, and he did not rush. His blue eyes stared at the Tyrant. And an eerie smile adorned his lips. Defiant, confident and with a hint of sadness. And then his voice rose in a song. The melody was haunting and although he was not a great singer, this time it did not matter.
"I see my death and know it now
the end is near and for me it came
you ask how I lived so far
I do not care it is the same.
Good or bad it matters not
for me there is no more shame
good or wrong I did them both
I do not care it is the same.
Do I fear death you ask me now
I do not yet I'm not insane
Fear serves no use for me
I do not care it is the same.
I saw it all in this life of mine
and I have had enough of pain
if I perish now I welcome it
I do not care it is the same.
My hands are covered in blood
some mine some of those I slain
but some of my enemies still live
I do not care it is the same.
Yet still I fight you even now
but I do not do it for the fame
I fight to defy you, although you won
I do not care it is the same.
I know I'm dead, I know it ends
Nothing to lose and nothing to crave
Are you afraid of me my foe
Now do you care and is it the same?"
The final words were uttered as he and Abeo came to a halt before the steps leading up towards the throne. He said nothing more. Just stared straight into the Tyrant's eyes and smiled. That same eerie smile of his. Your turn now, my foe. Let us see who wins a duel of words.
As they walked Gavin felt his muscles slowly warming up. It was not a long time they spent in cells. He was still strong. And now his body was getting used to moving once more. And as they walked the big man flexed his muscles one by one. And soon he was ready.
The guards were silent and he had no wish to speak with them. They were simple killers. Blind followers. Cowards even. Not many dared defy the Caesar. And he had no respect for that kind of people.
Once he felt the need to help. Now, it was gone. He lost that need along the way. Only defiance remained. I became a bitter man. I was the only one that tried. Me and Abeo. All the rest just stood and waited. Or performed evil deeds. I got tired of leading them by their hands. Sheep. All of them. And so I became the wolf.
Finally they were in front of the door leading into the chamber. It was a large room. And he saw the Tyrant on his throne. Cold blue eyes of Gavin gazed up and he caught silhouettes of two more people behind the throne. But, he paid not attention. Abeo shifted and pointed the men in shadows. Gavin merely nodded. I see them too, my friend. Let them. We have one more duty to perform. They are of no importance.
Their own guards left them. Only two at the door stood. Gavin straightened and took the first step. He started his own walk towards the throne. Confident that his friend will be by his side. And a strange feeling overcame the warrior. Words of a song came unbidden to his mind. He heard them only a few times so far. Whenever he thought death was near. But, this time he had to sing.
His head held high, Gavin walked. His steps were measured, and he did not rush. His blue eyes stared at the Tyrant. And an eerie smile adorned his lips. Defiant, confident and with a hint of sadness. And then his voice rose in a song. The melody was haunting and although he was not a great singer, this time it did not matter.
"I see my death and know it now
the end is near and for me it came
you ask how I lived so far
I do not care it is the same.
Good or bad it matters not
for me there is no more shame
good or wrong I did them both
I do not care it is the same.
Do I fear death you ask me now
I do not yet I'm not insane
Fear serves no use for me
I do not care it is the same.
I saw it all in this life of mine
and I have had enough of pain
if I perish now I welcome it
I do not care it is the same.
My hands are covered in blood
some mine some of those I slain
but some of my enemies still live
I do not care it is the same.
Yet still I fight you even now
but I do not do it for the fame
I fight to defy you, although you won
I do not care it is the same.
I know I'm dead, I know it ends
Nothing to lose and nothing to crave
Are you afraid of me my foe
Now do you care and is it the same?"
The final words were uttered as he and Abeo came to a halt before the steps leading up towards the throne. He said nothing more. Just stared straight into the Tyrant's eyes and smiled. That same eerie smile of his. Your turn now, my foe. Let us see who wins a duel of words.
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FORTH they went, the troubled two
To see the world and kick ass too!
[b]Syrawenn and Gavin Saga, Verse 1-2[/b]
To see the world and kick ass too!
[b]Syrawenn and Gavin Saga, Verse 1-2[/b]
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Albyon
Abeo enjoyed the song. Defiant to the end he decided to add his prayer of blood to it..
With a booming voice like a challenge in the morning he spoke.
"
I Albeo Cruentus call to the enemy of our people, in the name of those who are fallen. In the name of those who are lost. In the name of joy that has been replaced by blood, in a fire that burned more then life alone.
By the name of Pan the Protector,
By Pan the Horned one,
By Pan the master of Vengeance,
By the cup filled with the blood of our enemies
For the blood serves the Horned one
For we avenge those who can not defend themselves
For we are the beasts that fight
For we are the blood
So I call upon you O lord of the forrests
To give us your strength
To give us your Fire
To bath in the blood of our enemy ! "
The muscles of his body started to pull, straining the shackles who started to sing their own song. For Abeo it was his will and muscles against the shackles, strength coming from within as well as from his mighty frame.
With a booming voice like a challenge in the morning he spoke.
"
I Albeo Cruentus call to the enemy of our people, in the name of those who are fallen. In the name of those who are lost. In the name of joy that has been replaced by blood, in a fire that burned more then life alone.
By the name of Pan the Protector,
By Pan the Horned one,
By Pan the master of Vengeance,
By the cup filled with the blood of our enemies
For the blood serves the Horned one
For we avenge those who can not defend themselves
For we are the beasts that fight
For we are the blood
So I call upon you O lord of the forrests
To give us your strength
To give us your Fire
To bath in the blood of our enemy ! "
The muscles of his body started to pull, straining the shackles who started to sing their own song. For Abeo it was his will and muscles against the shackles, strength coming from within as well as from his mighty frame.
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Sevti
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Singing.
She heard singing.
She rushed up the last several steps, recognizing the voice of Gavin as the final refrain was sung. By Pan's Blood, she was too late to get to them before they stepped before the Caesar.
Not, of course, that she had no real plan. She just knew that, after catching sight of him, after seeing the lack of hope in his eyes, that she must try to save him - or revenge him.
Her will almost faltered, so long had it been without use. She almost stayed where she was, waited until everything was over, hidden from view as the Caesar played out his little game. And if there was backlash from her non-arrival, then she'd take that in stride. She'd find some way of toppling the little man on his little throne and then... then she'd find a way to be with her husband once more.
And then Abeo's loud, booming voice filled her ears, issuing forth from the chamber before her, and her resolve strengthened. It's now or never, she swore, taking a step toward the door, ready to put a plan into action.
She heard singing.
She rushed up the last several steps, recognizing the voice of Gavin as the final refrain was sung. By Pan's Blood, she was too late to get to them before they stepped before the Caesar.
Not, of course, that she had no real plan. She just knew that, after catching sight of him, after seeing the lack of hope in his eyes, that she must try to save him - or revenge him.
Her will almost faltered, so long had it been without use. She almost stayed where she was, waited until everything was over, hidden from view as the Caesar played out his little game. And if there was backlash from her non-arrival, then she'd take that in stride. She'd find some way of toppling the little man on his little throne and then... then she'd find a way to be with her husband once more.
And then Abeo's loud, booming voice filled her ears, issuing forth from the chamber before her, and her resolve strengthened. It's now or never, she swore, taking a step toward the door, ready to put a plan into action.
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"First let's just unzip your religion down" - [i]Crazy[/i], Tori Amos
Tickle-fight champion.
[i]Avatar is At the Edge of the World by Electra[/i]
Tickle-fight champion.
[i]Avatar is At the Edge of the World by Electra[/i]
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Isabella Florentina
- Countess Companio, "Countess Cabernet"
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More singing. More Panlings. Isabella gave Iorn a wink and moved through the crowds again, not even concious of the way she controlled all the men and a couple of the women as she moved, exuming passion as if it was as natural as breathing. To her it was.
Her rose perfum lingered in the air, and her eyes sough the dark ones of Ahren and she gave him an impercitable nod. Isa moved to the forefront, standing out of the crowd, close to the prisoners, closer still to the throne. It was not Isabella who would make the first strike. She just watched Silk, her revenge breathing in her dark eyes, yet holding back, her passion, including the lust of revenge, only just under control. You.. you are my eternal enemy. Pan has made you so. I need to know why. Before I kill you I need to know why Pan chose me of all people to slay you, a task at which I failed. Questions, questions. Why did you piss of a god? What did you have to gain?
Her rose perfum lingered in the air, and her eyes sough the dark ones of Ahren and she gave him an impercitable nod. Isa moved to the forefront, standing out of the crowd, close to the prisoners, closer still to the throne. It was not Isabella who would make the first strike. She just watched Silk, her revenge breathing in her dark eyes, yet holding back, her passion, including the lust of revenge, only just under control. You.. you are my eternal enemy. Pan has made you so. I need to know why. Before I kill you I need to know why Pan chose me of all people to slay you, a task at which I failed. Questions, questions. Why did you piss of a god? What did you have to gain?
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Together they planned a power and a love that would be envied forever.
Who was to know that forever would be so short?[/i][/size][/color][/b]
Together they planned a power and a love that would be envied forever.
Who was to know that forever would be so short?[/i][/size][/color][/b]
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Silk
(OOC: PAY CLOSE ATTENTION! Petitions enter the audience chamber ONE AT A TIME unless they can convince/trick the Seneschals! Be very careful in your posts!)
Sinking back from the illuminated area of Silk's Audience Chamber, Ashtallion became only dimly aware of Silk's personal guards lining the room from the shadows...not a dozen or two dozen, but perhaps a hundred of them, maybe even two...each a dark shadow waiting for any sign or hint, either from guest or the Tyrant, to strike. They loitered very near to Ashtallion and Elaine, their grim, darkened forms little more than shadows within shadow...the teeth of a trap.
Oh, good...a prisoner. Why am I bothered with these? "I don't think I want to spend any of my time today on bandits, Master Seneschal. Remove that one..." Silk pointed towards Gavin and Abeo, the next approaching petitioners "...at once. Wait...wait, wait, wait...a Panling!" he smiled, attending more to the silly song. It raised a few questions in the Tyrant's mind...questions about who else might be captive below.
"You know..." Silk smiled down at Gavin. "I'm a Panling, too? In fact, I've had...quite the history with Brother Pan. It was an...on again, off again relationship, you might say...and on again, as of now. So...I'm curious. A Dortman, are you? Why are Dortmen held in shackles in their own Capital? Are you...traitors? Rebels? Bandits? Oh! I know!" Silk smiled broadly. "You're both Oneists! That's the only reason I can find that would bring a Dortman before me in shackles, given that fully half my loyal armies come from Dort. Never mind, Master Seneschal...I think I'd like to hear their story."
Silk didn't change his leisure posture at all, but he did wave a hand negligently towards those that stood before him in the small pool of light that stretched from the waiting hall to his audience chamber. "Tell me your story, Dortmen. If you are indeed insurrectionists, it won't save your lives...but at least it might give you some comfort before you face the gallows. You're looking for...a great enemy to your people?" Silk waved a hand in the air. "Who is that, I wonder? And why are you here in shackles instead of there, fighting this...great enemy?"<hr>The rest of court remained in the waiting room beyond, awaiting their own turn to approach the Tyrant. The doors to his Audience Chamber were open, still guarded by a pair of red-robed, black-masked attendants, each awaiting to allow guests to enter alone or in pairs, as they considered appropriate. The shackled prisoners were allowed past, but without any armed guard at all, leaving the dungeon gaolers to stop at the entrance and turn away, clearly anticipating having no one to escort back to the cells below.
Sinking back from the illuminated area of Silk's Audience Chamber, Ashtallion became only dimly aware of Silk's personal guards lining the room from the shadows...not a dozen or two dozen, but perhaps a hundred of them, maybe even two...each a dark shadow waiting for any sign or hint, either from guest or the Tyrant, to strike. They loitered very near to Ashtallion and Elaine, their grim, darkened forms little more than shadows within shadow...the teeth of a trap.
Oh, good...a prisoner. Why am I bothered with these? "I don't think I want to spend any of my time today on bandits, Master Seneschal. Remove that one..." Silk pointed towards Gavin and Abeo, the next approaching petitioners "...at once. Wait...wait, wait, wait...a Panling!" he smiled, attending more to the silly song. It raised a few questions in the Tyrant's mind...questions about who else might be captive below.
"You know..." Silk smiled down at Gavin. "I'm a Panling, too? In fact, I've had...quite the history with Brother Pan. It was an...on again, off again relationship, you might say...and on again, as of now. So...I'm curious. A Dortman, are you? Why are Dortmen held in shackles in their own Capital? Are you...traitors? Rebels? Bandits? Oh! I know!" Silk smiled broadly. "You're both Oneists! That's the only reason I can find that would bring a Dortman before me in shackles, given that fully half my loyal armies come from Dort. Never mind, Master Seneschal...I think I'd like to hear their story."
Silk didn't change his leisure posture at all, but he did wave a hand negligently towards those that stood before him in the small pool of light that stretched from the waiting hall to his audience chamber. "Tell me your story, Dortmen. If you are indeed insurrectionists, it won't save your lives...but at least it might give you some comfort before you face the gallows. You're looking for...a great enemy to your people?" Silk waved a hand in the air. "Who is that, I wonder? And why are you here in shackles instead of there, fighting this...great enemy?"<hr>The rest of court remained in the waiting room beyond, awaiting their own turn to approach the Tyrant. The doors to his Audience Chamber were open, still guarded by a pair of red-robed, black-masked attendants, each awaiting to allow guests to enter alone or in pairs, as they considered appropriate. The shackled prisoners were allowed past, but without any armed guard at all, leaving the dungeon gaolers to stop at the entrance and turn away, clearly anticipating having no one to escort back to the cells below.
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Guest
There were walls. Ahren smiled. Yes. Clever fox, you are. I bet the room is full of your Brotherhood men too. Do you ever feel safe? It is a wonder you even sleep. Are you meditating right now, or in a drug haze?
He turned to Zaure "Pan's Joy in the Meadow later, love, I promise it. First we drink his cup to the bottom." He left the petulant bard standing there. Zaure was distracted by the songs, which seemed slightly off tune. Disturbed he started humming the correct tune, as if he was unable to help himself. There was a deeper resonance, an energy.
Arrogant as he was he simply walked up to the sechenal, taking his place in the long row of people that were to be called forth, walking with a measured grace. His clothing was so flimsy he assumed he would not be checked, and even if he was, did it matter? This was the Aether.
He turned to Zaure "Pan's Joy in the Meadow later, love, I promise it. First we drink his cup to the bottom." He left the petulant bard standing there. Zaure was distracted by the songs, which seemed slightly off tune. Disturbed he started humming the correct tune, as if he was unable to help himself. There was a deeper resonance, an energy.
Arrogant as he was he simply walked up to the sechenal, taking his place in the long row of people that were to be called forth, walking with a measured grace. His clothing was so flimsy he assumed he would not be checked, and even if he was, did it matter? This was the Aether.
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Elaine
- Royal Poet
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The pressing anger came closer, so much closer. Elaine gulped and stepped back into the shadows as ordered. The man on the throne was dangerous. After everything had fallen down and the Citadel had been overrun by demons, slowly taking her sanity away he was the one restoring order by strength and determination. Many had fallen in the fights that ensued and many more would continue to fall as long as he kept his reign without any compromise at all.
Was it the best for the Citadel? A long time ago -a lifetime ago- the blind Achadhiel had pledged herself to Mother to protect and heal the Citadel and that was what she was doing still. Her sole task was in keeping the lands healthy, free from the horrid taint that had stained it for too long, the stain that had driven people to madness and slaughter.
This...her tasks at court...they were laughable. Sure, people feared her words because they knew she would see through them, blind as she was. They knew that there was a distinct chance that these insights would reach the emperor's ears and Elaine wished to keep it that way. It kept those wanting to use her at bay, leaving only Silk to deal with.
Ashtallion was the only one who might be able to see what she was playing at, the only one capable of realizing she was not giving up everything she felt, everything she learned. Perhaps Silk knew it too and kept her for mere decoration, because it looked ominous to have the two of them behind him. She did not know and did not want to know. He was one of the few persons she could not read...and therefor she had no clue as what his real goals were in regards to her unique powers.
Yet, since that one, dark day she had never sung again.
The young woman swallowed again. She had allowed her shields to drop minimally to be able to scan the room and as always it granted her a pressing headache, but this....this cloud! It was pushing against her shields as if it demanded a place inside. The girl grew nauseous, faint memories of another terrible being taking her, the stench still remembered in dreams up until this very day. It was even as if she....Elaine sniffed the air.
"Master mage, do you smell something?" There was a distinct taint in the air and it had nothing to do with the sudden burst of song from some prisoners being lead before the throne. The melody made her shiver, remembering things long forgotten and a freedom long lost. She needed to be here, she could not abandon the Citadel, nor live in freedom lest she be killed the very next moment.
It was suffocating to be here amongst all these angry and upset people. It was not her favourite place to be, nor her favourite position to be in. But she would do her job. It kept her alive and gave the Citadel a chance to be whole again. Besides, not being able to understand Silk...made him enough for her to tread carefully.
Pushing.
Familiar anger.
A darkness she had once felt.
Once.
Slowly Elaine's mouth opened in a surprised 'O' without sound. It could not be...he disappeared! A quick check told her her shields were still intact, but knowing what impact it might have, she lowered them, wanting to be sure, wanting to know....wanting....
"Ulder!"
Her staff was all that kept her from toppling over.
Was it the best for the Citadel? A long time ago -a lifetime ago- the blind Achadhiel had pledged herself to Mother to protect and heal the Citadel and that was what she was doing still. Her sole task was in keeping the lands healthy, free from the horrid taint that had stained it for too long, the stain that had driven people to madness and slaughter.
This...her tasks at court...they were laughable. Sure, people feared her words because they knew she would see through them, blind as she was. They knew that there was a distinct chance that these insights would reach the emperor's ears and Elaine wished to keep it that way. It kept those wanting to use her at bay, leaving only Silk to deal with.
Ashtallion was the only one who might be able to see what she was playing at, the only one capable of realizing she was not giving up everything she felt, everything she learned. Perhaps Silk knew it too and kept her for mere decoration, because it looked ominous to have the two of them behind him. She did not know and did not want to know. He was one of the few persons she could not read...and therefor she had no clue as what his real goals were in regards to her unique powers.
Yet, since that one, dark day she had never sung again.
The young woman swallowed again. She had allowed her shields to drop minimally to be able to scan the room and as always it granted her a pressing headache, but this....this cloud! It was pushing against her shields as if it demanded a place inside. The girl grew nauseous, faint memories of another terrible being taking her, the stench still remembered in dreams up until this very day. It was even as if she....Elaine sniffed the air.
"Master mage, do you smell something?" There was a distinct taint in the air and it had nothing to do with the sudden burst of song from some prisoners being lead before the throne. The melody made her shiver, remembering things long forgotten and a freedom long lost. She needed to be here, she could not abandon the Citadel, nor live in freedom lest she be killed the very next moment.
It was suffocating to be here amongst all these angry and upset people. It was not her favourite place to be, nor her favourite position to be in. But she would do her job. It kept her alive and gave the Citadel a chance to be whole again. Besides, not being able to understand Silk...made him enough for her to tread carefully.
Pushing.
Familiar anger.
A darkness she had once felt.
Once.
Slowly Elaine's mouth opened in a surprised 'O' without sound. It could not be...he disappeared! A quick check told her her shields were still intact, but knowing what impact it might have, she lowered them, wanting to be sure, wanting to know....wanting....
"Ulder!"
Her staff was all that kept her from toppling over.
There is so much to see, yet so few willing to.
[i]Jonah Bannon[/i]
Avatar by Dorian!
[i]Jonah Bannon[/i]
Avatar by Dorian!
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Galina Faulkland
Say What?
((I'm a little lost... can they hear what's being petitioned out in the hall? Where is the whole thing with Ulder happening?))
"Pan? ... I knew the Panites were getting beat on, but..." Galina replied aloud, but more to herself. "Uhm..."
It was starting to sink in that something wasn't right. How did she get this far this fast in her career? What about Navin? Her logic was starting to betray the dream as she looked at herself and the situation. This was all so... real, though. And wasn't Captain Ulder killed according to rumor?
Using what she remembered from her first day of lessons on how to channel the energy of her Goddess, and took off her silver earrings as an offering, holding them out.
"Maiden of Fortune, Pecunia! I seem to be stuck in the middle of a personal scuffle of another god. What is the most profitable course of action to take? A little more information as to what the heck is going on wouldn't hurt either."
"Pan? ... I knew the Panites were getting beat on, but..." Galina replied aloud, but more to herself. "Uhm..."
It was starting to sink in that something wasn't right. How did she get this far this fast in her career? What about Navin? Her logic was starting to betray the dream as she looked at herself and the situation. This was all so... real, though. And wasn't Captain Ulder killed according to rumor?
Using what she remembered from her first day of lessons on how to channel the energy of her Goddess, and took off her silver earrings as an offering, holding them out.
"Maiden of Fortune, Pecunia! I seem to be stuck in the middle of a personal scuffle of another god. What is the most profitable course of action to take? A little more information as to what the heck is going on wouldn't hurt either."
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Isabella Florentina
- Countess Companio, "Countess Cabernet"
- Posts: 1575
- Joined: Tue Feb 11, 2003 9:43 am
- Location: Seven Seas
Isabella could see into the Audience chamber, as close as she could get without passing the senchenal and the guards. It did not satisfy her. The topic of conversation went to Pan. Pan's Hooves! I need to be closer.
The countess pressed back into the crowds till she was to the side and in the back. Isa had been in dreams forever it seemed, moving from one to the other, always seeking. This is the Aether after all, the only place where the dead are still living. It was a disturbing thought but she dispelled it from her mind. Instead Isabella swiftly imagined a heavy black cloak with a hood. It had silk lining on the inside, but she did not dare to add fashionable fur. No, stay inconspicious. It was a new way life. Isa was not used to covering herself.
Dressed in her black cloak, the hood up to hide her face, Isabella walked to the wall and simply walked through it. One of the many benefits of ghosts. Our imagination is unlimited by former boundaries, she thought with a grimace. The sensation of walking through something solid was still an unpleasant one. At the other side she held up her gloved hand, using her mindcraft to breath at the soldiers in the back who were after all just minor figures in the full imagination of an otherwise occupied Silk "Move along, nothing to see, just mice. Warn the Major Domus tomorrow to fetch a catcher." The soft scent of roses wafted through the air.
The countess pressed back into the crowds till she was to the side and in the back. Isa had been in dreams forever it seemed, moving from one to the other, always seeking. This is the Aether after all, the only place where the dead are still living. It was a disturbing thought but she dispelled it from her mind. Instead Isabella swiftly imagined a heavy black cloak with a hood. It had silk lining on the inside, but she did not dare to add fashionable fur. No, stay inconspicious. It was a new way life. Isa was not used to covering herself.
Dressed in her black cloak, the hood up to hide her face, Isabella walked to the wall and simply walked through it. One of the many benefits of ghosts. Our imagination is unlimited by former boundaries, she thought with a grimace. The sensation of walking through something solid was still an unpleasant one. At the other side she held up her gloved hand, using her mindcraft to breath at the soldiers in the back who were after all just minor figures in the full imagination of an otherwise occupied Silk "Move along, nothing to see, just mice. Warn the Major Domus tomorrow to fetch a catcher." The soft scent of roses wafted through the air.
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Together they planned a power and a love that would be envied forever.
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Sevti
- Retired staff
- Posts: 738
- Joined: Mon Oct 03, 2005 3:15 am
- Location: Nashville, TN/Pan's Isle
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OOC note: Previous post changed and shortened so as not to be where I'm not supposed to... yet. : twisted :
IC: Before Gavin had a chance to speak, Sevti stepped to the Senschal and spoke in her loudest voice. Oh, Pan, please let this work. Please let him hear me and know me for who I am.
"I request to be admitted to the chambers now, to stand beside these Panlings as Holy Counsellor. They are Panlings and, as such, under my care. As the High Priestess of Pan, I claim this as my right."
She was proud of the fact that she remained standing tall, steady, and that none of the quaking fear within her showed to anyone. She kept her eyes straight ahead, locked to the red hair that waited in front of her.
Let this work, she prayed. Pan, I will give you Art, Joy and Blood this night if you will just let this work and give me a chance to save my beloved.
IC: Before Gavin had a chance to speak, Sevti stepped to the Senschal and spoke in her loudest voice. Oh, Pan, please let this work. Please let him hear me and know me for who I am.
"I request to be admitted to the chambers now, to stand beside these Panlings as Holy Counsellor. They are Panlings and, as such, under my care. As the High Priestess of Pan, I claim this as my right."
She was proud of the fact that she remained standing tall, steady, and that none of the quaking fear within her showed to anyone. She kept her eyes straight ahead, locked to the red hair that waited in front of her.
Let this work, she prayed. Pan, I will give you Art, Joy and Blood this night if you will just let this work and give me a chance to save my beloved.
"First let's just unzip your religion down" - [i]Crazy[/i], Tori Amos
Tickle-fight champion.
[i]Avatar is At the Edge of the World by Electra[/i]
Tickle-fight champion.
[i]Avatar is At the Edge of the World by Electra[/i]
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Ashtallion Urdil
- Battle Mage
- Posts: 1812
- Joined: Wed Feb 12, 2003 11:48 pm
- Location: UoM - Citadel
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He may not have been able to see the dark soldiers clearly, but he could certainly feel their presence, it sent a chill up his spine. It was just aswell he held no assasination plot himself, he had severe doubts that he would be able to weave a spell before one of their blades was through his chest. " I smell it, dear Lady. ", he did not know her, but whatever power she held, it calmed him, gave him a sense of her..... blind, yet he had the feeling she could see better than he could.
" And I am no Master, at least not yet. ", he tried to smile, but it failed. Indeed he did smell something though, his keen senses picked it up, yet the battlemage could not pin point the source. Instead, Ashtallion let his senses drift, his eyes blurred for a moment as he concentrated and relaxed, opening his mind to the worlds of magic where he percieved the energy. Here he would be able to see any spell or feat of magic being conjured.
" I can look for any enchantment or spell... ", his voice had dropped to a whisper, " But you could possibly do so yourself? ", he checked his breath in the next moment as the Seer muttered a name he knew also. " Ulder? The captain of the Purple Gaurd? Is he here Lady... ", Ulder had been one human in particular for whom the mage held great respect.
A time when the mage had been interrogated, Ulder had saw to it that the wizard was treated proper, for which he had never stopped being grateful.
" And I am no Master, at least not yet. ", he tried to smile, but it failed. Indeed he did smell something though, his keen senses picked it up, yet the battlemage could not pin point the source. Instead, Ashtallion let his senses drift, his eyes blurred for a moment as he concentrated and relaxed, opening his mind to the worlds of magic where he percieved the energy. Here he would be able to see any spell or feat of magic being conjured.
" I can look for any enchantment or spell... ", his voice had dropped to a whisper, " But you could possibly do so yourself? ", he checked his breath in the next moment as the Seer muttered a name he knew also. " Ulder? The captain of the Purple Gaurd? Is he here Lady... ", Ulder had been one human in particular for whom the mage held great respect.
A time when the mage had been interrogated, Ulder had saw to it that the wizard was treated proper, for which he had never stopped being grateful.
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Guest
Pan, Pan, Pan that trickester god seemed to infest the minds and lips of these petitioners, where so often wine moved past their stained teeth and mingled in the minds of the foolish and then they spouted his accursed name. Still his bestial side was to be admired, demons could whisper into the ears of men as could the gods. But....yet so oft that little cup of red liquid, made men into beasts and had them rip apart their lives. It was to be admired, such pure rage and a rush of fervour.
He looked about, everyone seemed to be involved in something else and they gently trickled towards that throne Zarias had glimped earlier, he had no comulsion to present himself before the braggard but idle curiosity began to overtake him. But for the moment he waited, the ooze slipping from his veins seeming to not flow further than a few feet away from him as though it were alive, for the moment Zarias watched, and waited till an opportune moment presented itself.
He looked about, everyone seemed to be involved in something else and they gently trickled towards that throne Zarias had glimped earlier, he had no comulsion to present himself before the braggard but idle curiosity began to overtake him. But for the moment he waited, the ooze slipping from his veins seeming to not flow further than a few feet away from him as though it were alive, for the moment Zarias watched, and waited till an opportune moment presented itself.
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Albyon
Abeo waited patiently, he had learned some of it over the yahren. The bastard emperor seemed to be talking to Gavin.
This had not been visible from outside he realised, guards in the shadows, to many to count. And these where the emperors personal lapdogs, not those street urgins that always appeared outside the palace.
Not that it changed mutch he would try anyway.
He tested again the strength of the shackles, and felt blood starting to poor down the ground.
Inside he cursed, because the blood would be visible to the sharp eyes of the guards. But a shackle started to give way, a vicious grin was hard to suppress, they always underestimated his resolve and strength.
Then some words dripped through.
"I request to be admitted...........as Holy Counsellor. They are Panli.....As the High Priestess of Pan.........."
Words...only words......cold spirits seemed to be flowing through his bones. This was not possible, Sevti's voice had been silenced for seven Yahren. This had to be a new kind of torture, a special kind of magic that revived voices and images of the past. His anger flushed up and covered the pain, more blood flowed on the ground but this time the shackle gave way. A feeling of satisfaction paid up for the pain on his wrists.
Now he needed a focus for his anger to make sure that he would not attack without Gavin signalling it.. He decided not to look at at the emperor, not letting him to be able to read his eyes. HA, he a paneling. whispering to Gavin he said "Ha, lost blood he is."
Then his eyes saw the blind seer. Her name was known through out the empire. The bitch Elaine, she alone killed more people with her information than any assassin of the emperor. If she would die, it would save many a life.
Breathing in and out slowly he slowed down and waited, anger flaring is his eyes. But something inside longed to hear more of the voice. So he listened for it, although he knew it was just a cruel joke played on him. And even Fireswords fiercest rage would never be able to cover the pain.
This had not been visible from outside he realised, guards in the shadows, to many to count. And these where the emperors personal lapdogs, not those street urgins that always appeared outside the palace.
Not that it changed mutch he would try anyway.
He tested again the strength of the shackles, and felt blood starting to poor down the ground.
Inside he cursed, because the blood would be visible to the sharp eyes of the guards. But a shackle started to give way, a vicious grin was hard to suppress, they always underestimated his resolve and strength.
Then some words dripped through.
"I request to be admitted...........as Holy Counsellor. They are Panli.....As the High Priestess of Pan.........."
Words...only words......cold spirits seemed to be flowing through his bones. This was not possible, Sevti's voice had been silenced for seven Yahren. This had to be a new kind of torture, a special kind of magic that revived voices and images of the past. His anger flushed up and covered the pain, more blood flowed on the ground but this time the shackle gave way. A feeling of satisfaction paid up for the pain on his wrists.
Now he needed a focus for his anger to make sure that he would not attack without Gavin signalling it.. He decided not to look at at the emperor, not letting him to be able to read his eyes. HA, he a paneling. whispering to Gavin he said "Ha, lost blood he is."
Then his eyes saw the blind seer. Her name was known through out the empire. The bitch Elaine, she alone killed more people with her information than any assassin of the emperor. If she would die, it would save many a life.
Breathing in and out slowly he slowed down and waited, anger flaring is his eyes. But something inside longed to hear more of the voice. So he listened for it, although he knew it was just a cruel joke played on him. And even Fireswords fiercest rage would never be able to cover the pain.
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Gavin Tylvan
- Baron of Bru¡ch
- Posts: 1338
- Joined: Sun May 11, 2003 9:52 am
- Location: Highlands of Islay
Only when the song stopped did Gavin remember the man he saw at the door. A coiled spring. Ready to burst. And so much anger in that one. Gaze at the Caesar. So we are not alone. Reminds me of a story I heard once. But that man is long dead. Captain Ulder. Has he come from the dead?
Then he felt something to the side. Only his eyes snapped to that part of the room and he stared for a flicker before recognition sank in. Zarias. Him, I know. And I know he died long ago. Killed by the demon hounds. And, yet he stands here once more. So, the one at the door was Ulder. Thank you Gods. All of you. The dead enemies rise to fight the evil one. But, no one acts.
Then the one at the throne spoke. And Gavin returned his gaze to him. A Panling? Me? A Panling? You? No no no. Neither is true. Yet he listened. Our lives won't be saved. Who said we were expecting any mercy? Did you listen to the song? No, I guess you don't need to. People listen to you. Not the other way 'round.
Then there was silence. And Gavin waited for a few flickers. Letting it stretch uncomfortably. He only smiled. Stood there and watched. Waited. He clearly heard a woman's voice in the back. Demanding to be admited in. To counsel them To counsel Panlings. Not Panlings. I need no Gods. But, they may look upon me now. I won't say no if they decide to help. But, all else matters little. The duel of wits and words has begun.
"You are mistaken. I am not a Panling. Nor am I a Oneist. Nor a servant of the Mother. Gods have forsaken me a long while ago. So in return I abandoned them. Once I believed in them. Once I used to let my blood flow before the battle in order to seek the favor of the Red Warrior. Scars on my forearms serve as a testimony to that."
With a slight rattle he tried to present his forearms for Caesar's inspection. But, the chain was there. And Gavin just grinned.
"I would show you the scars, but the chains are in the way. So, it will have to wait. I am of Dort. Born there. I fought for Dort. For the Empire. The old Empire. I killed and bled for it. I fought demons. I stopped civil wars. And this is how I was rewarded for all I did."
Once more he rattled the chains. And now there was only two persons in the room for the Dortman. Him and the Caesar. His ruler. If only a ruler in name. For dead men have no other master, but death.
"Insurrectionist? No I would not call myself that. A brave man? Perhaps. I know fear. I always knew how it felt. Yet, fear never ruled me. So, I am brave. A lover of freedom? Sure, I am that too. I never tried to make other do what they disliked. I never forced them to listen to my advice. I never made an assassin into a counselor. And the only people that feared me were those that wronged others."
With that he stared straight into Caesar's eyes and sought if there was any glint of recognition in those eyes. He knew the man to be intelligent. He knew the man to be ruthless. But, he was only man. Maybe, he had some long lost sliver of morality left. Or maybe not?
"Once a long time ago, a demon offered me something. It offered me to lead an army of Nether to conquer all of Tazlure. Maybe I would be sitting there instead of you had I accepted? Maybe people would fear me and listen to what I say without question? But, I refused. Imagine that. I refused all that power. I refused I had friends and I knew I did not want to hurt them. Just like I did not want to hurt all those other people. People I did not know. Well, I guess I am a strange man. Caring for other people's feelings? How silly of me. I must be a fool."
For a flicker Gavin got carried away. He was trying to turn the man before him. To make him less evil. A futile effort. You came here to die. And you will. No sense in trying to make it any different. And it will be better this way.
"So, if you call fighting for freedom, fighting for return to the old values insurrection, then yes I am an insurrectionist. I fought your troops for seven yahren. I evaded them for seven long yahren. I killed many. I made them fear me. I made the people see hope. Made them see you are not unbeatable. So what if you caught me. I am but one man. Only difference between me and the others is the fact I had the courage to stand up for you. Unlike so many others, I know how to conquer fear. Only I do not fear you. There is nothing else I can lose. Nothing except my life. And even that I lost a long while ago."
Then he felt something to the side. Only his eyes snapped to that part of the room and he stared for a flicker before recognition sank in. Zarias. Him, I know. And I know he died long ago. Killed by the demon hounds. And, yet he stands here once more. So, the one at the door was Ulder. Thank you Gods. All of you. The dead enemies rise to fight the evil one. But, no one acts.
Then the one at the throne spoke. And Gavin returned his gaze to him. A Panling? Me? A Panling? You? No no no. Neither is true. Yet he listened. Our lives won't be saved. Who said we were expecting any mercy? Did you listen to the song? No, I guess you don't need to. People listen to you. Not the other way 'round.
Then there was silence. And Gavin waited for a few flickers. Letting it stretch uncomfortably. He only smiled. Stood there and watched. Waited. He clearly heard a woman's voice in the back. Demanding to be admited in. To counsel them To counsel Panlings. Not Panlings. I need no Gods. But, they may look upon me now. I won't say no if they decide to help. But, all else matters little. The duel of wits and words has begun.
"You are mistaken. I am not a Panling. Nor am I a Oneist. Nor a servant of the Mother. Gods have forsaken me a long while ago. So in return I abandoned them. Once I believed in them. Once I used to let my blood flow before the battle in order to seek the favor of the Red Warrior. Scars on my forearms serve as a testimony to that."
With a slight rattle he tried to present his forearms for Caesar's inspection. But, the chain was there. And Gavin just grinned.
"I would show you the scars, but the chains are in the way. So, it will have to wait. I am of Dort. Born there. I fought for Dort. For the Empire. The old Empire. I killed and bled for it. I fought demons. I stopped civil wars. And this is how I was rewarded for all I did."
Once more he rattled the chains. And now there was only two persons in the room for the Dortman. Him and the Caesar. His ruler. If only a ruler in name. For dead men have no other master, but death.
"Insurrectionist? No I would not call myself that. A brave man? Perhaps. I know fear. I always knew how it felt. Yet, fear never ruled me. So, I am brave. A lover of freedom? Sure, I am that too. I never tried to make other do what they disliked. I never forced them to listen to my advice. I never made an assassin into a counselor. And the only people that feared me were those that wronged others."
With that he stared straight into Caesar's eyes and sought if there was any glint of recognition in those eyes. He knew the man to be intelligent. He knew the man to be ruthless. But, he was only man. Maybe, he had some long lost sliver of morality left. Or maybe not?
"Once a long time ago, a demon offered me something. It offered me to lead an army of Nether to conquer all of Tazlure. Maybe I would be sitting there instead of you had I accepted? Maybe people would fear me and listen to what I say without question? But, I refused. Imagine that. I refused all that power. I refused I had friends and I knew I did not want to hurt them. Just like I did not want to hurt all those other people. People I did not know. Well, I guess I am a strange man. Caring for other people's feelings? How silly of me. I must be a fool."
For a flicker Gavin got carried away. He was trying to turn the man before him. To make him less evil. A futile effort. You came here to die. And you will. No sense in trying to make it any different. And it will be better this way.
"So, if you call fighting for freedom, fighting for return to the old values insurrection, then yes I am an insurrectionist. I fought your troops for seven yahren. I evaded them for seven long yahren. I killed many. I made them fear me. I made the people see hope. Made them see you are not unbeatable. So what if you caught me. I am but one man. Only difference between me and the others is the fact I had the courage to stand up for you. Unlike so many others, I know how to conquer fear. Only I do not fear you. There is nothing else I can lose. Nothing except my life. And even that I lost a long while ago."
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FORTH they went, the troubled two
To see the world and kick ass too!
[b]Syrawenn and Gavin Saga, Verse 1-2[/b]
To see the world and kick ass too!
[b]Syrawenn and Gavin Saga, Verse 1-2[/b]
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Silk
(OOC: Dunno what lies just outside the Audience Chamber...maybe a reception room? But those are big doors, so assume you can see into the Audience chamber all you wish, Galina)
Both Sevti and Abeo were admitted, the seneschals offering them only a shrug, after a very thorough check for weapons. "Stay within the light...stray at your peril. Do not approach the throne," they advised. They entered to hear the Caesar's response to whatever it might have been Gavin had said.<hr>"Wrong..."
"...wrong..."
"......wrong."
"You know, the greatest shame is that you've both come all this way to find some great enemy, and you have...no real idea who it is? You would just love to make an enemy of me, but...that just...isn't true," waved the Caesar lazily. Where DO they come up with this crap? Or maybe this is just the usual drivel for a bandit?
"I'm afraid I never had any soldiers in Dort. Why would I send soldiers to Dort?" Silk pointed to his crown and leaned forward "DORT IS PART OF THE EMPIRE, you ignorant bumpkin! It always has been! And you claim I captured you? Nooooo, that isn't my right. You've lived under the Duke of Dort all your life...not me. I'm not even a noble much less Lord of your homeland. I'm sorry, Dortmen, but it seems you've spent all your time looking for an enemy...and you haven't found him yet. Are you so desperate to fight something that you'd even take up arms against your Caesar?"
Silk raised one narrow, boney finger in the air. "Who was it that chased the Oneists out of the Empire so we could all worship as we wished? Was that you? Or was that....me? Who was it that brought down the West so we would never again suffer their religious wars? Who crushed the rise of the One God so that we would have peace again? Yes, yes...that was me. And who was it that secured the safety of the Empire by crushing all of our enemies? Was that you...or was that...me? I don't even know your names...and frankly, I don't even care. The time for war is past, and if you've taken up arms against your Duke, then you're rebels, and that means you're in his power...not mine. I never captured you, mr dears. HE did. Hells below...I don't even know you."
"Now, as much as I would just love to sit and debate history, law, and politics with you, I have a very long line of petitioners beyond who might be here for help...and I don't wish to keep them waiting. I am, after all, a very busy man, what with the awesome responsibility of protecting your homeland and all...whether you appreciate that task or not. So I beg pardon if I cut our conversation short and have you taken back to Dort to face justice at the hands of the Duke. Piette?"
The guards stepped forward, emerging from the darkness to collect Gavin and haul him out. Sevti and Abeo watched them come forward and take him up, pulling him back to the dungeons below. Silk turned to speak into the shadows at his side...shadows that held Ashtallion and Elaine. "You know, that's the problem with people these days. They're so desperate for something to fight, they'll just...lash out against anything, won't they? Oh, certainly, I have enemies...they're countless, no doubt...but I never counted Dort as one of them, and it's curious they would see that in me, either. Was that the...great anger you saw approaching, Elaine?"
Turning back, Silk focused upon Abeo and Sevti together. "Or is it you? What petition do you pair have for the Caesar?"<hr>First stone...then metal...then magic wards of immeasurable might, one of so many layers...then more stone...then darkness...then hands.
Isabella emerged in the darkened confines of the audience chamber to find hundreds of figures within, all dark shadows of themselves, like shades or wraiths of unhappy dead with eyes glinting yellow and bodies studded with the pommel and grip of weapons. They ringed the chamber entirely, and it was into their hands she came, men that never failed to notice her arrival, of course, after a moment of hesitation and surprise. She recognized them instantly as Silk's personal assassins, but it was unlikely they would recognize her. Still, they did spot her, and they were swift to intercept her, no flash of steel, no sizzle of charging magic, nothing at all...just hands upon her, seizing her up, taking her arms and walking her slowly towards the illuminated path, moving through dozens and dozens of shadowy killers that stood at the ready to kill for the Caesar should it become necessary.<hr>The two seneschals in red nodded at Ahren and Zaure and stood before them, blocking further admissions to the audience chamber until the current petitioners were clear. They expected at least one fatality...and it would more likely be three...as the Caesar quickly grew impatient with wordiness and lengthy talk. Still, there was form to be observed, and form required them to limit the number of people that approached the Caesar at once.
Both Sevti and Abeo were admitted, the seneschals offering them only a shrug, after a very thorough check for weapons. "Stay within the light...stray at your peril. Do not approach the throne," they advised. They entered to hear the Caesar's response to whatever it might have been Gavin had said.<hr>"Wrong..."
"...wrong..."
"......wrong."
"You know, the greatest shame is that you've both come all this way to find some great enemy, and you have...no real idea who it is? You would just love to make an enemy of me, but...that just...isn't true," waved the Caesar lazily. Where DO they come up with this crap? Or maybe this is just the usual drivel for a bandit?
"I'm afraid I never had any soldiers in Dort. Why would I send soldiers to Dort?" Silk pointed to his crown and leaned forward "DORT IS PART OF THE EMPIRE, you ignorant bumpkin! It always has been! And you claim I captured you? Nooooo, that isn't my right. You've lived under the Duke of Dort all your life...not me. I'm not even a noble much less Lord of your homeland. I'm sorry, Dortmen, but it seems you've spent all your time looking for an enemy...and you haven't found him yet. Are you so desperate to fight something that you'd even take up arms against your Caesar?"
Silk raised one narrow, boney finger in the air. "Who was it that chased the Oneists out of the Empire so we could all worship as we wished? Was that you? Or was that....me? Who was it that brought down the West so we would never again suffer their religious wars? Who crushed the rise of the One God so that we would have peace again? Yes, yes...that was me. And who was it that secured the safety of the Empire by crushing all of our enemies? Was that you...or was that...me? I don't even know your names...and frankly, I don't even care. The time for war is past, and if you've taken up arms against your Duke, then you're rebels, and that means you're in his power...not mine. I never captured you, mr dears. HE did. Hells below...I don't even know you."
"Now, as much as I would just love to sit and debate history, law, and politics with you, I have a very long line of petitioners beyond who might be here for help...and I don't wish to keep them waiting. I am, after all, a very busy man, what with the awesome responsibility of protecting your homeland and all...whether you appreciate that task or not. So I beg pardon if I cut our conversation short and have you taken back to Dort to face justice at the hands of the Duke. Piette?"
The guards stepped forward, emerging from the darkness to collect Gavin and haul him out. Sevti and Abeo watched them come forward and take him up, pulling him back to the dungeons below. Silk turned to speak into the shadows at his side...shadows that held Ashtallion and Elaine. "You know, that's the problem with people these days. They're so desperate for something to fight, they'll just...lash out against anything, won't they? Oh, certainly, I have enemies...they're countless, no doubt...but I never counted Dort as one of them, and it's curious they would see that in me, either. Was that the...great anger you saw approaching, Elaine?"
Turning back, Silk focused upon Abeo and Sevti together. "Or is it you? What petition do you pair have for the Caesar?"<hr>First stone...then metal...then magic wards of immeasurable might, one of so many layers...then more stone...then darkness...then hands.
Isabella emerged in the darkened confines of the audience chamber to find hundreds of figures within, all dark shadows of themselves, like shades or wraiths of unhappy dead with eyes glinting yellow and bodies studded with the pommel and grip of weapons. They ringed the chamber entirely, and it was into their hands she came, men that never failed to notice her arrival, of course, after a moment of hesitation and surprise. She recognized them instantly as Silk's personal assassins, but it was unlikely they would recognize her. Still, they did spot her, and they were swift to intercept her, no flash of steel, no sizzle of charging magic, nothing at all...just hands upon her, seizing her up, taking her arms and walking her slowly towards the illuminated path, moving through dozens and dozens of shadowy killers that stood at the ready to kill for the Caesar should it become necessary.<hr>The two seneschals in red nodded at Ahren and Zaure and stood before them, blocking further admissions to the audience chamber until the current petitioners were clear. They expected at least one fatality...and it would more likely be three...as the Caesar quickly grew impatient with wordiness and lengthy talk. Still, there was form to be observed, and form required them to limit the number of people that approached the Caesar at once.
Despite the waves and undulations of fury that emanated from him in every direction, Ulder did something few would think or suspect he was even capable of doing at this moment.
He stood completely still and waited.
The Emperor was wise to only let a few in at a time. It was crowd control and that was something the Captain understood all too well. His hounds and lapdogs waited in the shadowed darkness, poised to strike at any who would do harm the Emperor. The muscles in his sword hand, his deadly left, twitched and contracted involuntarily.
Fine. Fine. Wait for me Silk. You can only prolong the inevitable, you cannot avoid it... Even you won't be able stop me...
Others were here. Faces he had not seen in a long time. Some were the faces of the dead, some were still yet living, although living here in this time and place surely was nightmare. A whiff of roses indicated that the Lady Florentina was near. Ulder remembered standing over her lifeless body lying alongside Marius.
And where are you Marius? Where is your will and your logic now? Mouldering in a grave with the rest of us...
He had been patient. Waiting and waiting and waiting for the right place and the right time to strike. Silk's hounds might yet thwart him from storming in this flicker, but that was alright. They would have their hands full soon enough.
There was some talk of insurrection inside. Accusations of rebellion and revolution. His mouth was a grim line across his face.
You ain't seen nothing yet...
He stood completely still and waited.
The Emperor was wise to only let a few in at a time. It was crowd control and that was something the Captain understood all too well. His hounds and lapdogs waited in the shadowed darkness, poised to strike at any who would do harm the Emperor. The muscles in his sword hand, his deadly left, twitched and contracted involuntarily.
Fine. Fine. Wait for me Silk. You can only prolong the inevitable, you cannot avoid it... Even you won't be able stop me...
Others were here. Faces he had not seen in a long time. Some were the faces of the dead, some were still yet living, although living here in this time and place surely was nightmare. A whiff of roses indicated that the Lady Florentina was near. Ulder remembered standing over her lifeless body lying alongside Marius.
And where are you Marius? Where is your will and your logic now? Mouldering in a grave with the rest of us...
He had been patient. Waiting and waiting and waiting for the right place and the right time to strike. Silk's hounds might yet thwart him from storming in this flicker, but that was alright. They would have their hands full soon enough.
There was some talk of insurrection inside. Accusations of rebellion and revolution. His mouth was a grim line across his face.
You ain't seen nothing yet...
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OOC: I seem to be a little confused as to who was where, but I went with what seemed to be the newest information. Post can/will be edited should the need arise.
IC: Thank you, Oh Horned One, she sent up in prayer as she allowed to be admitted. At least it's a start.
She waited patiently as they checked her for weapons, knowing that they would remove the precious dagger. Don't worry, I'll be getting that back. Or else I'll have no need for it. The thought comforted her, calmed her.
And then she was inside.
Half way to Abeo.
Two steps behind him.
One step behind him.
As the Caesar made his speech, she reached out one small hand and placed it on the small of his back. Her middle finger pointed downward, covered in large part by her hand, and carefully she drew a small symbol there against his skin. A single rose petal. The symbol she had made over his heart as they would lie together, satiated and content to just BE together. A symbol that, if anything, should tell him who truly stood beside him.
And then she stepped away, removing her hand to clasp with it's twin behind her back. And took a step forward to stand beside her husband, eyes forward locked on the Caesar, indolent in his throne.
She didn't even turn as they carried Gavin away. Perhaps there would still be time to save him. Perhaps. But now Abeo was her concern.
And herself.
When Silk's gaze returned to her, Sevti did not react. She no longer had fear of him. She had what she needed, what she wanted, once more beside her.
"I am here to stand beside the accused, to stand as his holy counsel in time of need."
She forced herself not to unclasp her hands, not to reach out to touch the man beside her.
"I am here to stand beside my husband."
IC: Thank you, Oh Horned One, she sent up in prayer as she allowed to be admitted. At least it's a start.
She waited patiently as they checked her for weapons, knowing that they would remove the precious dagger. Don't worry, I'll be getting that back. Or else I'll have no need for it. The thought comforted her, calmed her.
And then she was inside.
Half way to Abeo.
Two steps behind him.
One step behind him.
As the Caesar made his speech, she reached out one small hand and placed it on the small of his back. Her middle finger pointed downward, covered in large part by her hand, and carefully she drew a small symbol there against his skin. A single rose petal. The symbol she had made over his heart as they would lie together, satiated and content to just BE together. A symbol that, if anything, should tell him who truly stood beside him.
And then she stepped away, removing her hand to clasp with it's twin behind her back. And took a step forward to stand beside her husband, eyes forward locked on the Caesar, indolent in his throne.
She didn't even turn as they carried Gavin away. Perhaps there would still be time to save him. Perhaps. But now Abeo was her concern.
And herself.
When Silk's gaze returned to her, Sevti did not react. She no longer had fear of him. She had what she needed, what she wanted, once more beside her.
"I am here to stand beside the accused, to stand as his holy counsel in time of need."
She forced herself not to unclasp her hands, not to reach out to touch the man beside her.
"I am here to stand beside my husband."
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Confusion that was what Abeo felt. It seemed that three different realities collided together.
First he was waiting besides Gavin, who was talking to the emperor in a large throne room with many other visiters.
Then it all changed, all people disappeared to the hallway and Gavin and him where standing in front of the Emperor, who wanted to have a nice chitchat with Gavin.
Finally all changed again, and Abeo had the feeling that his brain exploded.
He stood in front of the door towards the throne room, his friend Gavin was already inside.
The shackles disappeared from his wrists. And after a thoroughly check by the seneschals he was send in to face the emperor.
Magic ? he thought........ Always magic........
The man in the throne seemed to be the emperor.
Anger flushed through him, the solution against everything especially confusion. No shackels, no problems. A first step towards the emperor. He would crush him like the bug he was. And the same for that woman, hiding in his shadow.
Someone made the symbol of the rose on his back, slender fingers, soft fingers......
"I am here to stand beside the accused, to stand as his holy counsel in time of need."
The voice so well known..... so well........ so........
He did not dare to watch beside him. A dream always disappears when confronted with reality. He closed his eyes, and tried to suppress the shaking of his hands. Something that never happened before.
Magic, it must be the bloody magic of this emperors slaves !!
A step towards the emperor.
"I am here to stand beside my husband." the same voice said.
Unable to move he looked over his shoulder.
There was she. A vison made by Pan himself.
Blasted emperor, using magic to hurt me a last time.
"Your magic won't hurt me anymore." He screamed at the emperor.
But he could not resist to look once more at her. His eyes cloudy and desperate, his face a story of pain.
Remembering the touch he searched, how could magic make him feel something that was grafted into his heart.
First he was waiting besides Gavin, who was talking to the emperor in a large throne room with many other visiters.
Then it all changed, all people disappeared to the hallway and Gavin and him where standing in front of the Emperor, who wanted to have a nice chitchat with Gavin.
Finally all changed again, and Abeo had the feeling that his brain exploded.
He stood in front of the door towards the throne room, his friend Gavin was already inside.
The shackles disappeared from his wrists. And after a thoroughly check by the seneschals he was send in to face the emperor.
Magic ? he thought........ Always magic........
The man in the throne seemed to be the emperor.
Anger flushed through him, the solution against everything especially confusion. No shackels, no problems. A first step towards the emperor. He would crush him like the bug he was. And the same for that woman, hiding in his shadow.
Someone made the symbol of the rose on his back, slender fingers, soft fingers......
"I am here to stand beside the accused, to stand as his holy counsel in time of need."
The voice so well known..... so well........ so........
He did not dare to watch beside him. A dream always disappears when confronted with reality. He closed his eyes, and tried to suppress the shaking of his hands. Something that never happened before.
Magic, it must be the bloody magic of this emperors slaves !!
A step towards the emperor.
"I am here to stand beside my husband." the same voice said.
Unable to move he looked over his shoulder.
There was she. A vison made by Pan himself.
Blasted emperor, using magic to hurt me a last time.
"Your magic won't hurt me anymore." He screamed at the emperor.
But he could not resist to look once more at her. His eyes cloudy and desperate, his face a story of pain.
Remembering the touch he searched, how could magic make him feel something that was grafted into his heart.
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Silk
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Silk blinked. Who ARE these people? And WAS there some violence that was never brought to my attention? It is...curious. Perhaps I shall learn of it here? Perhaps it is time to...intervene? "Wait!" called out Silk, holding Gavin before the guards took him away. After all, one rebel was just a criminal. Several rebels were bandits. But a thousand rebels...that was a revolution, and Silk was nothing if not compassionate to revolutionaries. "Wait, wait...bring back the last gentleman..." he called out, motioning for Gavin to be restored with Sevti and Abeo. "Please wait for a moment..."
He turned to Sevti. "Madam, I've heard your words, and in that case, you win...I accuse him of nothing. That man is your husband?" Silk motioned to Abeo beside Sevti. "I don't know him, and I've no charges against him. If he does have charges against him, you'll have to confront his accusers with him...and I'm certainly not one of them. Naturally, I can offer you no direct assistance in the matter, as I would never for a moment interfere with the dispensation of justice in...whatever nation that holds him, but perhaps something can be done...indirectly?" Silk waved his hand casually through the air. At least in public, I would never interfere. But there are a hundred ways to interfere...and only perhaps half of these are public.
Motioning towards Abeo, he continued. "And to you, I offer...my prayers. If you wish to speak to me of the crime of which you've been accused, I'm sure I could arrange some assistance to exonerate you? That one also stands accused, possibly for rebellion, insurrection, sedition, whatever..." he motioned towards Gavin "...but I've no knowledge of who accuses him, or of what he's accused."
Turning his piercing gaze from Abeo to Gavin and back again, Silk glared down at them like some kind of leisurely statue. "Where were you when you were taken up? Who took you up? And why did they arrest you? If there is an injustice done in the Empire, then speak of it now...speak of your tormentors and your Caesar will once again take up the sword to defend you." And a convenient excuse it will be to destroy the Duke of Dort. He's outgrown his amusement, anyway, and if his people are rebelling...I might as well give them a cause.<hr>The Seneschals at the entrance to the Caesar's Audience Chamber cast their gaze around at the reception hall, watching the people line up to speak to the Caesar. Only perhaps a quarter of them actually would see the Tyrant...he spent far too much time on any one petitioner, and so it was unlikely that all would reach him today...but at least they could expedite matters quickly by insuring the next petitioners were ready quickly. Considering this, the two red-robed, black-masked seneschals searched over Ahren and Zaure for weapons, already under the belief that the pair would want to enter together...which was highly irregular, and generally avoided...but not impossible. While they hadn't yet cleared the next petitioner for the Caesar, they prepared them carefully. "Do not stray from the light, to your own peril. Do not approach the throne."<hr>Having slipped through the very wall into the audience Chamber, Isabella could now feel the hands upon her searching and exploring her person for weapons. They were shameless, direct, swift, and brutally effective, removing anything upon her they found as she was ushered towards the broad, double doors that separated the Audience Chamber from the reception room beyond. All around her the hushed whispers of Silk's guards could be heard, coordinating her casual removal as well as the careful, lethal attention they gave to the trio of petitioners before Silk even now, petitioners that spoke with the Caesar even now.
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Silk blinked. Who ARE these people? And WAS there some violence that was never brought to my attention? It is...curious. Perhaps I shall learn of it here? Perhaps it is time to...intervene? "Wait!" called out Silk, holding Gavin before the guards took him away. After all, one rebel was just a criminal. Several rebels were bandits. But a thousand rebels...that was a revolution, and Silk was nothing if not compassionate to revolutionaries. "Wait, wait...bring back the last gentleman..." he called out, motioning for Gavin to be restored with Sevti and Abeo. "Please wait for a moment..."
He turned to Sevti. "Madam, I've heard your words, and in that case, you win...I accuse him of nothing. That man is your husband?" Silk motioned to Abeo beside Sevti. "I don't know him, and I've no charges against him. If he does have charges against him, you'll have to confront his accusers with him...and I'm certainly not one of them. Naturally, I can offer you no direct assistance in the matter, as I would never for a moment interfere with the dispensation of justice in...whatever nation that holds him, but perhaps something can be done...indirectly?" Silk waved his hand casually through the air. At least in public, I would never interfere. But there are a hundred ways to interfere...and only perhaps half of these are public.
Motioning towards Abeo, he continued. "And to you, I offer...my prayers. If you wish to speak to me of the crime of which you've been accused, I'm sure I could arrange some assistance to exonerate you? That one also stands accused, possibly for rebellion, insurrection, sedition, whatever..." he motioned towards Gavin "...but I've no knowledge of who accuses him, or of what he's accused."
Turning his piercing gaze from Abeo to Gavin and back again, Silk glared down at them like some kind of leisurely statue. "Where were you when you were taken up? Who took you up? And why did they arrest you? If there is an injustice done in the Empire, then speak of it now...speak of your tormentors and your Caesar will once again take up the sword to defend you." And a convenient excuse it will be to destroy the Duke of Dort. He's outgrown his amusement, anyway, and if his people are rebelling...I might as well give them a cause.<hr>The Seneschals at the entrance to the Caesar's Audience Chamber cast their gaze around at the reception hall, watching the people line up to speak to the Caesar. Only perhaps a quarter of them actually would see the Tyrant...he spent far too much time on any one petitioner, and so it was unlikely that all would reach him today...but at least they could expedite matters quickly by insuring the next petitioners were ready quickly. Considering this, the two red-robed, black-masked seneschals searched over Ahren and Zaure for weapons, already under the belief that the pair would want to enter together...which was highly irregular, and generally avoided...but not impossible. While they hadn't yet cleared the next petitioner for the Caesar, they prepared them carefully. "Do not stray from the light, to your own peril. Do not approach the throne."<hr>Having slipped through the very wall into the audience Chamber, Isabella could now feel the hands upon her searching and exploring her person for weapons. They were shameless, direct, swift, and brutally effective, removing anything upon her they found as she was ushered towards the broad, double doors that separated the Audience Chamber from the reception room beyond. All around her the hushed whispers of Silk's guards could be heard, coordinating her casual removal as well as the careful, lethal attention they gave to the trio of petitioners before Silk even now, petitioners that spoke with the Caesar even now.
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Ulder, you have returned... Tears came to the pale eyes. The anger inside the man was so strong, so consuming that anyone would mistake it for an intention to kill, yet she knew better. She knew him and she knew why he had come.
Subconsciously the pale woman stepped forward again, back into the light as her unseeing eyes moved over the crowd with every inclination of her head. The emperor asked a question, distracting her from her quest for the source of her sudden rapid heartbeat.
Hesitation. Lie and hide Ulder?
No.
It would accuse other men unfairly.
No.
Ulder was not here to hide.
"Great anger....no, Ceasar, no...these men are not the source." She swallowed back a lot more.
Careful.
Be careful what you say and what you do not say. Be grateful the emperor is a busy man and sees no more need for your talents than this right now. Be grateful that you have not been put on the stand. Be grateful....
The Citadel was recovering, that much was sure. But were the people? So many yahren were spent hiding in the palace, trying to heal that which had been hurt. Yet these people were hurt as well.
By this emperor.
It was all so clear in the air. He would know for sure, she would not have to speak out against all these petitioners whose only crime was to want to live in peace.
She bit her lip and turned to Ashtallion. "It is Ulder, he is here." Elaine could not say more, afraid more emotions would show than already had. She needed her wits about. Things were happening rapidly, changing the situation from burn to burn.
Subconsciously the pale woman stepped forward again, back into the light as her unseeing eyes moved over the crowd with every inclination of her head. The emperor asked a question, distracting her from her quest for the source of her sudden rapid heartbeat.
Hesitation. Lie and hide Ulder?
No.
It would accuse other men unfairly.
No.
Ulder was not here to hide.
"Great anger....no, Ceasar, no...these men are not the source." She swallowed back a lot more.
Careful.
Be careful what you say and what you do not say. Be grateful the emperor is a busy man and sees no more need for your talents than this right now. Be grateful that you have not been put on the stand. Be grateful....
The Citadel was recovering, that much was sure. But were the people? So many yahren were spent hiding in the palace, trying to heal that which had been hurt. Yet these people were hurt as well.
By this emperor.
It was all so clear in the air. He would know for sure, she would not have to speak out against all these petitioners whose only crime was to want to live in peace.
She bit her lip and turned to Ashtallion. "It is Ulder, he is here." Elaine could not say more, afraid more emotions would show than already had. She needed her wits about. Things were happening rapidly, changing the situation from burn to burn.
There is so much to see, yet so few willing to.
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Gavin was thoroughly confused now. Utter complete confusion. Was I fighting the wrong man? And why was I fighting in the first place? Because that is what I always did. Fought. Ever since my father left it was nothing, but fighting. and he still wanted to fight.
The man at the throne seemed so sure of himself. So perfect. And that was what got Gavin's attention. Nobody was that perfect. Yet, there was something about him. So many bad stories. Some had to be true.
He did not resist as they dragged him out. He did not resist as they dragged him back. He just stood and watched. And waited. This is starting to become interesting. While it was so simple before. But, don't go blaming the Duke yet. We are not done. The two of us.
"I will answer you questions for we were together when it happened. We were indeed taken in Dort. By the Duke's men. And they brought us here. I guess, Duke did not want to take the responsibility. Maybe he thought you would forget about us. And let us rot. But, I see that is not the case."
His words dripped with sarcasm as he neared the end of the last sentence. It seemed so appropriate. I even heard it was you who poisoned Anochrim. Someone told me that. And there was talk that you were behind demon attack. But, I doubt that. It was Dein is Mein.
"As for who accuses me, I don't know that either. I fought on all the Isles. Someone must have been upset. Maybe it was even you. With all those people to rule, you must have hired help. Maybe one of them? Maybe one of those two behind the throne? But, I fought on the both sides. For the Empire and against it."
And then the big man laughed. He taking up the sword.? For me? Now I know something is wrong here. Either he is joking or he is mad. And neither bodes well.
"Oh, no need to fight for us. No need to take up the sword. We were handling that very well by ourselves. Just take these shackles of and give us a pair of sword and we will be of. A few man would not hurt as well, but we will manage. Do you have any preference on which Isle we should go? I am particularly fond of Pan's Isle. So many forests. So easy to slip undetected. Or we could go to former Western Kingdom? It has been a while since I killed a Oneist. So what do you say, your Grace? Where to now?"
The man at the throne seemed so sure of himself. So perfect. And that was what got Gavin's attention. Nobody was that perfect. Yet, there was something about him. So many bad stories. Some had to be true.
He did not resist as they dragged him out. He did not resist as they dragged him back. He just stood and watched. And waited. This is starting to become interesting. While it was so simple before. But, don't go blaming the Duke yet. We are not done. The two of us.
"I will answer you questions for we were together when it happened. We were indeed taken in Dort. By the Duke's men. And they brought us here. I guess, Duke did not want to take the responsibility. Maybe he thought you would forget about us. And let us rot. But, I see that is not the case."
His words dripped with sarcasm as he neared the end of the last sentence. It seemed so appropriate. I even heard it was you who poisoned Anochrim. Someone told me that. And there was talk that you were behind demon attack. But, I doubt that. It was Dein is Mein.
"As for who accuses me, I don't know that either. I fought on all the Isles. Someone must have been upset. Maybe it was even you. With all those people to rule, you must have hired help. Maybe one of them? Maybe one of those two behind the throne? But, I fought on the both sides. For the Empire and against it."
And then the big man laughed. He taking up the sword.? For me? Now I know something is wrong here. Either he is joking or he is mad. And neither bodes well.
"Oh, no need to fight for us. No need to take up the sword. We were handling that very well by ourselves. Just take these shackles of and give us a pair of sword and we will be of. A few man would not hurt as well, but we will manage. Do you have any preference on which Isle we should go? I am particularly fond of Pan's Isle. So many forests. So easy to slip undetected. Or we could go to former Western Kingdom? It has been a while since I killed a Oneist. So what do you say, your Grace? Where to now?"
FORTH they went, the troubled two
To see the world and kick ass too!
[b]Syrawenn and Gavin Saga, Verse 1-2[/b]
To see the world and kick ass too!
[b]Syrawenn and Gavin Saga, Verse 1-2[/b]