Keanumoreira Posted February 25, 2014 Share Posted February 25, 2014 (edited) Abdul was silent. There was truth in this argument, and when his eyes met the ominous glare of the dragon's, he knew that it couldn't be disputed. Behind that gaze was surely something sinister, but it was not this presence that disturbed him. It was the Khajiit, for when she raised her crossbow, intent on killing the beast, Abdul witnessed in this moment, something new within Sivari that he never noticed before. Something so unsettling, that he ducked away, unable to watch her carry out such an act. But when he raised himself to her level, Abdul noticed that she had hesitated at the dragon's request. At first, he was reluctant to say anything, but after a careful pause, he approached, avoiding her gaze, "Sivari, look at him. Look at how he suffers. Do you not see it? Do you not understand?" He turned to the others, "Do any of you understand? He has gotten what he deserves. The gods have decided on this day and he will meet his end. So what will change if we kill him?" Abdul turned to Sivari, confidence burning within him, "What will change if you kill him? Will you change Sivari? Or will you be the same? For I ask of you, what is worse? Leaving him to his fate and preserving that which is you, or ending it and becoming that which you, and which we all, have vowed to destroy?" He turned to the dragon, distrustful of its intentions, "As for his...'favor'...I do not have a good feeling about it. If you are wise, you will leave it alone. And allow it to die. But should you decide to kill him, then that is your choice. But that is your choice and yours alone. Just don't ask me to be a part of it." Having done all that he could, the Argonian turned away and advanced to the Jazeera solemnly, awaiting the verdict with an almost bitter prediction. Edited February 25, 2014 by Keanumoreira Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OminousVoice Posted February 25, 2014 Share Posted February 25, 2014 (edited) "Mercy is a noble trait, but rarely found in dragons. Believe me I know all too well." said Tordin, directing his voice toward the retreating Abdul, but his eyes never leaving the dying dragon. "However the the dragons death is inevitable, either by a final blow or injuries already sustained. The question at hand is what is more merciful? A quick death, or a few more agonising moments of life?" Tordin sheathed his hammer, but kept his shield raised. He refocused on the dying beast, which at this point was struggling to remain conscious. He spoke to the creature. "Zu'u mindok hin sahkren, dovah. Fen nii nok ko hin undaar getiid?(I know your tongue, dragon. Will it lie in these your final moments?)" The dragons eyes opened slowly. Its gaze focusing again on Tordin. This mortal was more fluent in the dragon tongue than any it had encountered in this age. The beast spoke, it's rasping voice weak yet still resonant. "Zu'u mindok pogaan truk, joor. Zeyda ol hi mindok dii sahkren, Zu'u mindok soven do dovah haar. Pah Zu'u qiid los fah zinaal dinok.(I know many things, mortal. Just as you know my tongue, I know the secrets of the dragon priests. All I ask is for an honorable death.)" Edited February 25, 2014 by OminousVoice Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
twentynine29 Posted February 25, 2014 Share Posted February 25, 2014 (edited) Edwin listened to Abdul's protests, which mostly puzzled him for the moment. "Would you leave a worthy opponent to die a slow and painful death and call that humane?" Killing the dragon was inevitable. Even if it kept it's sly attitude, and even tried to bribe them with it's doubtful "secrets", he pitied him. Letting him live would definitely be a much more painful way to go. He stared once more at the dragon. There was not sorrow in his eyes, but acceptance. The dragon knew completely that he was going to die, and he wanted to with honor. They couldn't disgrace themselves by leaving him to suffer, although another part of him was screaming "TRAP!". Edwin cautiously approached the dragon sword in hand and spoke: "You fought with honor old dragon. We shall grant you the death you seek." Edited February 25, 2014 by twentynine29 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FennecFyre Posted February 27, 2014 Author Share Posted February 27, 2014 Sivari's eyes narrowed at Abdul's words, but eventually they flicked down, sullen. Khajiits, especially those who were used to being shunned and looked down upon by other races, held little value to fair play and mercy. They held even less value to it when something that had just been trying to kill them asked for mercy. And yet Abdul made her feel almost ashamed, an unfamiliar feeling to her. Damn these furless and their blasted morals, she thought, lowering the crossbow all the way. But she would know this beast's "secret". The dragon rumbled in an almost satisfied-sounding fashion, even as Teresse advocated they simply leave it to die a painful death. Sivari almost agreed with her. Edwin spoke, agreeing that they should kill it but wishing to kill it humanely. It would be up to the dragon. "How would you prefer to die, then?" she asked it, trying to keep the growl out of her voice. "First, you all board that flying ssship once again. Only then will I speak. Once I have finished, you will fire a ballista," here he curved his neck, baring the flat top of his head, "and ssstrike me here." He eyed Tordin. "Hio fen ni gahrot daar sil, Thunderer." You will not steal this soul, Thunderer. Sivari looked back to the others. "I think it's worth the risk." she said. "It's going to die anyway. Why not try and get a little information out of it?" (If/when they're back on the boat, nobody play the dragon for the moment. I've already decided what it will divulge as a "secret". Riften-related plans are in formation.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OminousVoice Posted February 27, 2014 Share Posted February 27, 2014 "Gein Wo Thu'ul" said Tordin. "'One Who Thunders'. The dragon tongue never did have an accurate translation for 'Thunderer'." The translation was as much for his companions as it was for the dragon. The Nord stole a quick glance back at the airship. The prospect of returning to the air turned his stomach. He glared back at the dragon. The creature would deny its slayers its soul, thus allowing its possible resurrection by Alduin. This did not sit well with Tordin. However this exchange may prove a fruitful case of 'know thine enemy'. "Zu'u aal ni kuz hin sil, nuz Zu'u fund lost hin for. (I may not take your soul, but I would have your name.)" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xion136 Posted March 3, 2014 Share Posted March 3, 2014 Teresse stepped back aboard, sheathing her sword. Nothing here to look to really. Just information she'd be relayed in due time. she found the center of the deck, and while everyone stayed and prayed, she entered silent prayer with her patron, Kynareth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FennecFyre Posted March 16, 2014 Author Share Posted March 16, 2014 (Do Abdul, Raj, or Edwin have anything to say, or should I go ahead with the dragon's post?) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
twentynine29 Posted March 16, 2014 Share Posted March 16, 2014 I've said all there is to be said. Go ahead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Keanumoreira Posted March 17, 2014 Share Posted March 17, 2014 My character's waiting at this moment. Go ahead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FennecFyre Posted March 23, 2014 Author Share Posted March 23, 2014 (Alrighty.) Everyone seemed agreement that it worth a try. They filed back onto the boat, waiting anxiously on the deck for the dragon to speak. When the ship had risen, it raised it's fearsome head. "As you may know," it bellowed up at them, "Rahgot enjoys a good human sacrifice. Blood makes him feel alive once more. Any infraction is considered grounds for execution, and his altar has been stained with the blood of everything from thieves to mere debtors." A sadistic gleam grew in the dragon's eyes. "During the event, he is often quite...distracted, and prefers to carry out the ceremony with a minimum of guards. It would be a simple matter for someone, or multiple someones, to sneak into his chamber and finish him off there." It's voice sudden dissolved into a wracking cough, blood dripping from it's mouth. "And now," it rasped, raising it's head again and shutting it's eyes, "You hold up your end of the bargain." Bragol levered the ship's harpoon into position and launched it, sending the bolt plunging squarely into the dragon's skull. A great shudder ran through the body, and it pitched forward, finally dead. As he reeled the harpoon back in, Sivari pondered the dragon's words, trying to decide what they could do with them. Most of that they already knew. Had they been scammed? But as she thought, an idea began to form. If there were few guards, they could take care of Rahgot easily. But to do that, they would need a diversion... She turned to the others, rubbing her hands together. "Can anyone here play the part of a mean drunk?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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