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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 5645494" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p><strong>Haraxes' Dormitory, Praetorium, Balic</strong></p><p></p><p>Darian Haraxes tossed sand onto the parchment then tilted the page and blew lightly to clear it away.</p><p></p><p>"One thing we'll never run out of, sand," Haraxes said, handing the scroll an attendant to roll and seal it. "See that this gets to the Praetor Emantius immediately."</p><p></p><p>The attendant nodded and carefully took the scroll to the next room, pausing at the door as another slave arrived.</p><p></p><p>"There's a Praetor Jerrek here to see you, Praetor," the attendant said. "Shall I let him in?"</p><p></p><p>"Yes, give me a few moments then lead him in."</p><p></p><p>He leaned back in his chair and picked up the iron sphere from his desk. Its weight helped him think - a symbol of his ever-rising power and wealth, yet also the weight of his responsibilities.</p><p></p><p>When Praetor Jerrek entered, Darian was standing at the balcony overlooking the dust and bustle of Balic, distant cries and aromas - fair and foul - from the markets drifting on the hot winds from the Forked Estuary, the faint grit of the ever-present silt lending its own gritty texture to the air.</p><p></p><p>He let the young Praetor wait for a minute as he thought, then finally turned.</p><p></p><p>The new Praetor was a handsome young man, his long black bangs stirring in the desert wind blowing in from the balcony, alternately hiding and revealing dark, intent eyes. A faint smile played about Jerrek's lips as if something amusing was about to happen, his skin was the light tan of the aristocracy with just a hint of weathering from his years in the Legions. He wore heavy armor of black chitin, held together with straps of thick leather. Here and there about him, black and red silk stirred faintly and brushed against the bone hilt of the slender sword at his side.</p><p></p><p>"Congratulations," Haraxes said. "You came through the ceremony I see."</p><p></p><p>"Glory be to Dictator Andropinis," Jerrek said without missing a beat. "I'll admit the rush of contact with him was significant and nearly debilitating, but I have mastered it and am ready to do his will."</p><p></p><p><em>Just the right amount of piety, a touch of revealing honesty and shared experience, mixed with obedience and a taste of eagerness without being needy, </em>Haraxes thought, nodding slightly to himself. <em>This one is no empty political tool, he might actually be useful.</em></p><p></p><p>"I have a task," he said, gesturing towards the stool that he'd had a slave bring in before Jerrek arrived. As Jerrek sat - somehow seeming relaxed and attentive at the same time - Haraxes took his own seat and leaned back, one hand resting lightly on the iron sphere.</p><p></p><p>"There is a Lord Ermak that has an estate at the edges of the Verdant Belt. His loyalties are... questionable and we'd like you to bring him in."</p><p></p><p>Jerrek nodded. "I understand. And if there is resistance?"</p><p></p><p>"That is where the unit of Legionnaires you'll be leading come in. Raze his estate to the ground after you have secured him. If he is a source of sedition, it is important that the presence of Andropinis be felt."</p><p></p><p>"I see. I'm assuming the men are ready to go?"</p><p></p><p>"Yes. This needed to be done so they are already ordered to assemble at dawn tomorrow. Take whoever else you think might be necessary." He paused. "Also, Keep in mind, this is not an order."</p><p></p><p>"No." Jerrek smiled. "It's an opportunity."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 5645494, member: 60965"] [B]Haraxes' Dormitory, Praetorium, Balic[/B] Darian Haraxes tossed sand onto the parchment then tilted the page and blew lightly to clear it away. "One thing we'll never run out of, sand," Haraxes said, handing the scroll an attendant to roll and seal it. "See that this gets to the Praetor Emantius immediately." The attendant nodded and carefully took the scroll to the next room, pausing at the door as another slave arrived. "There's a Praetor Jerrek here to see you, Praetor," the attendant said. "Shall I let him in?" "Yes, give me a few moments then lead him in." He leaned back in his chair and picked up the iron sphere from his desk. Its weight helped him think - a symbol of his ever-rising power and wealth, yet also the weight of his responsibilities. When Praetor Jerrek entered, Darian was standing at the balcony overlooking the dust and bustle of Balic, distant cries and aromas - fair and foul - from the markets drifting on the hot winds from the Forked Estuary, the faint grit of the ever-present silt lending its own gritty texture to the air. He let the young Praetor wait for a minute as he thought, then finally turned. The new Praetor was a handsome young man, his long black bangs stirring in the desert wind blowing in from the balcony, alternately hiding and revealing dark, intent eyes. A faint smile played about Jerrek's lips as if something amusing was about to happen, his skin was the light tan of the aristocracy with just a hint of weathering from his years in the Legions. He wore heavy armor of black chitin, held together with straps of thick leather. Here and there about him, black and red silk stirred faintly and brushed against the bone hilt of the slender sword at his side. "Congratulations," Haraxes said. "You came through the ceremony I see." "Glory be to Dictator Andropinis," Jerrek said without missing a beat. "I'll admit the rush of contact with him was significant and nearly debilitating, but I have mastered it and am ready to do his will." [I]Just the right amount of piety, a touch of revealing honesty and shared experience, mixed with obedience and a taste of eagerness without being needy, [/I]Haraxes thought, nodding slightly to himself. [I]This one is no empty political tool, he might actually be useful.[/I] "I have a task," he said, gesturing towards the stool that he'd had a slave bring in before Jerrek arrived. As Jerrek sat - somehow seeming relaxed and attentive at the same time - Haraxes took his own seat and leaned back, one hand resting lightly on the iron sphere. "There is a Lord Ermak that has an estate at the edges of the Verdant Belt. His loyalties are... questionable and we'd like you to bring him in." Jerrek nodded. "I understand. And if there is resistance?" "That is where the unit of Legionnaires you'll be leading come in. Raze his estate to the ground after you have secured him. If he is a source of sedition, it is important that the presence of Andropinis be felt." "I see. I'm assuming the men are ready to go?" "Yes. This needed to be done so they are already ordered to assemble at dawn tomorrow. Take whoever else you think might be necessary." He paused. "Also, Keep in mind, this is not an order." "No." Jerrek smiled. "It's an opportunity." [/QUOTE]
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