MDRud216 Posted February 6, 2005 Author Share Posted February 6, 2005 Too dumbfounded by the current happening Tarysus seems oblivious, though to your dismay he turns to walk right along the batlements as if to get a better veiw of Aseir. Several gurads take his place but still, no one notices."Aseir Miruster he calls out, pronouncing it ackwardly, but with nervousness or ignorance you do not know. "How dare you return here," he hesitates, "Are you not shamed of your most terrible defeat?" and a few of the tavern patron chuckled. Not far away the activity had reached Jaileh's ears, he not making it vey far the night before. he rubbed his eyes, and crouched down low as he ran through the low bushes and grasses. He ran past a small, leafless oak and then Greymoor was visible. Jaileh saw the impending execution, what had interrupted it however he did not know, thankful that he was not the one with a nuse around his neck...yet. And then he saw it, a lone rider, a white banner occasionally picking up and whipping to and fro in the breeze. This might be worth sticking around for, he thought. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peregrine Posted February 6, 2005 Share Posted February 6, 2005 The Emperor's reluctance to come down is no surprise to Aseir, but it still draws another laugh. Where's your courage now, he taunted silently. His shouted reply, however, had none of that hostility. As pleasant as Aseir's tone was, one would've thought he was speaking casually about the night's wine choice. "Tarysus! Is this any way to talk to an old friend? Come down here and lets discuss this like reasonable people." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MDRud216 Posted February 6, 2005 Author Share Posted February 6, 2005 Tarysus could not hide his anxiety as he turned away from the crowd, whispering something in his closest guards ear."As you wish, humble Aseir," he says facing you again. Several of the gurads had already left the battlements, and now only two were left in the immediate vicinity of the gallows, both's attention was on Aseir. A moment later the wooden gates open under the gallows and Tarysus rides out, unarmed, his escort follows, and it is then that (aseir) sees the Emperor's finest. Five fully armored warriors holding long spears proudly above, the Galoric banners attached waved behind. It took a few moments to pass through the crowd and cross the bridge where they stopped: some twenty meters away from his old friend. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peregrine Posted February 7, 2005 Share Posted February 7, 2005 "Such lack of trust, Tarysus... I'm disappointed in you," Aseir called back cheerfully, tone still not at all matching his words. "I come here for a social visit, and you insist on dragging these poor guards along. Why don't you let them get back to their drinking and gambling, and spare them the boredom of this business?" The complete confusion obvious in Tarysus' expression was absolutely priceless to Aseir. Business or not, he was definitely enjoying his little game. Even the uneven odds, and the danger of taunting an Emperor and his elite guards did nothing to harm his good mood. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MDRud216 Posted February 7, 2005 Author Share Posted February 7, 2005 "So, Aseir... what are those rebels lives worth to you?" he said gesturing back to the wall. one hand is behind his back and the guards glance at it farily conspicuously. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peregrine Posted February 7, 2005 Share Posted February 7, 2005 "Oh come on, Tarysus," Aseir replied with a hint of annoyance, "there's no need to be so direct. It's so much nicer when we can discuss these things like civilized people you know..." Seeing his words having no effect, Aseir paused to think for a moment. Or at least pretended to, as everything was following his carefully prepared script. "I would like the prisoners back," he finally answered. "Therefore you will give them to me." The demand was made without even the slightest threat or anger, just the calm confidence of someone speaking inevitable truth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MDRud216 Posted February 7, 2005 Author Share Posted February 7, 2005 Tarysus' eyes alone portrayed his swirling emotion. he hates you so much, yet cannot kill you, and as you were about to find out: depended on you. He spurred his horse foreward several meters, leaning in as if to whisper, "Aseir, what are you doing?" he paused and galnced over his shoulder. "I... Aseir I need help. We know who the attackers were, it is only too obvious." he looks down at the mane of his mount, refusing to meet your eyes again. Several corpses are floating downstream, somewhat of a relief that you would not be returning to a capital full of dank, rotting bodies. More were coming. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadow of the Fallen Posted February 7, 2005 Share Posted February 7, 2005 Thrin grumbled something about "politics" and spat at the ground. His eyes were cold and dark, his body poised like a coiled viper, and an intense expression was plastered onto his face. Beads of sweat, however, were forming on his brow as he glared purposfully at the two men and the royal gaurd. Next to him, the cackling figure of Isys was thrashing about on the floor, drawing Thrin's attention only for a moment before he resumed his silent watch. The voice was haunting him again, pulling him in all directions with the words. Ish garrahd... Death's song played over and over, trying to obscure his thoughts, trying to take him in this moment. That was what he wanted, the daemon lord--the keeper. He wanted Thrin's soul, and he knew this would be a great time to get him... Maybe the only time. With all his willpower, Thrin fought an inward battle against the shadow that threatened to end his life here. At the same time, he was trying to conjure up a resonable escape plan. Between the two, it was a loosing battle. If given the opportunity, just a tiny opening, he would tear a canyon out of this situation. He would let the rage surface, he would let the malestrom of violence swirl into the spiraling vortex of death. Until his blades moved with that whirlwind, he would summon it forth. If given a single chance, he would dance with death. Not the pathetic attempt he had done at the tower... He would unleash the fury in no less manner than he did during the battle of galor. He would surrender. Persperation continued to build on his forehead as he watched for exactly that kind of opening. His only fear, if fear he could have, was that the hangman would have him first. He couldn't mess this one up, the stakes were too high for that. It would have to be the perfect moment, otherwise he would die in this town. This pathetic, Imperial infested town. Ish garrahd neen faldt. His soul could not be devoured yet, not in this place. Not with a deed undone. He continued his fight with the darkness, more sweat collecting on his forhead. Before him, he could only watch as events continued to unfold, and he was beginning to lose both wars. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ensis Posted February 7, 2005 Share Posted February 7, 2005 Akechi remained silent through it all. He was watching Aseir talk with the "Emperor" Tarysus, hoping to get out of the situation unscathed. Isys, to his left, was laughing maniacally and cutting at his bondings. How did he get that shiv? Akechi asked. He must've made it himself. The guards not facing him anymore, he tried to get Isys' attention to let him know what he was up to. OOC: Sorry I don't have much right now, my wisdom teeth are killing me! Good thing they're out on Friday. :shocked: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MDRud216 Posted February 8, 2005 Author Share Posted February 8, 2005 Tarysus summoned the willpower to look up at his hesitant rival, he had felt ackward at calling him by first name, but it was a lesson learned."...Emmisiary of the great Habassan nation..." he started, but abandoned it immediately, "That was not an invasion force that attacked Galor, they were lightly armed, simple; a force designed to strike fast and hard. A preemptive strike on the most vital target, and if you had not intervened they would have been succesful. but regardless, the invasion force will follow. I would rather be at the mercy of Habassa, then at the sword-point of my father's homeland. Please." nad again he stops to look down at his animal, and beneath his decorated armor he seems to morph from a cruel and malignant tyrant to the helpless coward he is, not prepared to face the consequences of his father's actions. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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