Archon Basileus
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MORGRYM/MARIUS (N-20)
[Grontar’s the man. As for Dram, well… See below, hehehe! Thanks for locating the link. I wasn’t logged in when I posted it!]
Morgrym finds a hidden spot between two formations, towards which he’s soon followed by Arvana. The woman prepares her bow and aims. “Just in case” – she mentions, as if to explain her posture to the dwarf. Morgrym conceals the dagger in place even she wouldn’t think – or dare – to search.
In the meantime, Marius slyly sneaks deeper into the camp. After writing his message, he vanishes amidst busy dwarves, overhearing the conversation between the leader and his rangers.
(…)
“I doubt it” – the ranger says.
“Even so, keep your eyes up. We need the ritual to be complete. Without the Tideruler, there is no point in trying.”
“What if Dram gets greedy?”
“Adalous Dram does not care for power. He only wants to use the Enslaver one more time.”
“Did he lose something?”
“In a way. The Tideruler would only keep him apart of his needs.”
The ranger nods in doubt. “What stops him from joining the city, then? Doesn’t it grant a man’s deepest wishes?”
“Even if he believes in it… Well, that is why I march against the city tonight.”
“What about the messengers?”
“Grontar chose them for a reason. They were carefully chosen, odd as it may be. Favors were called upon, pacts were formed. They must remain with Adalous Dram until the Tideruler is ours.”
“A monk, a priest, a sailor, a saurian. Honor-bound. Poor choice.”
“Take it up with Grontar Ironsight.” – the leader’s eyes become clouded by sentiments difficult to grasp.
“They might try to destroy the think…” – the rider shivers. “I know I would.”
“And betray Maran? Unlikely. Either they condemn the souls ensaved by the dagger or they condemn innocent maranans.” – he falls silent for a second, enough for another dwarven soldier to show up, waving the message Marius left moments ago.
“Sir…” – the soldier looks livid, lowering his head as he delivers the message to the leader. The clad dwarf stares at the paper for a while, not a word coming from him. He trembles, but only Marius’ trained eyes can see it. The dwarf that brought the message is about to leave, but the leader holds him by the arm.
“Did you read it?” – the other confirms with a shy, fearful nod.
“Say nothing. To no one. Specially to her.”
He looks his ranger in the eye.
“Each and all of us will have to sacrifice until we see the end of it.” – he squeezes the paper with his fist, and then pushes it against the rider’s chest. “Destroy it once you’ve read it. You know your duties.” – the clad dwarf leaves, heavy steps and a somber face, to vanish between two tents.
The rider’s eyes break with sadness as they rise from the message. He moves towards the bonfire, his colleagues watching in doubt, and after a moment’s hesitation, he burns the parchment, allowing the message to disappear. Slowly, he rises his eyes, and they cross Marius’ by accident. Suddenly, the monk knows he’s been spotted, but the dwarf seems startled, still incapable of action upon his discovery.
“Goddess…!” – Arvana’s voice whispers to Morgrym. “The rider. He sees Marius… He sees him! What-do-I-do-what-do-I-do… She glances quickly at Morgrym. “I can kill him… Do I kill him? I don’t wanna…” – she seems desperate.
[You have a few seconds before he does something – alerts the encampment, attacks, or whatever. What do you do?]
HAGADARK (N-23)
[Guile is going to be necessary, trust me, hehehe]
Ho-og, the pure-blood warrior, raises an axe and roars towards Hagadark.
“Save your speeches, half-breed!” – Klutha goes for the sword as the other one spits his words. “This ‘blessing’ seems odd to me…” – he walks towards Tugg, staring at his blood-red, gleaming eyes. “Talk to me, brother. What do you feel?”
Mhuagra simply smiles, drooling as an orc would by twisting his lips. Her eyes roll from Hagadark to Ho-og, no answer coming from her.
“Blessing… How can I know this is not one of your tricks?” – as his voice rises, so does the risk of losing advantage against the giant creature. Klutha twists her face, realizing the dangers that grew slowly in that hall.
“Yes, shaman… How could he know?” – Mhuagra’s voice rises in mockery. “How far would you go, shaman?”
Ho-og’s face grows distrustful, as that of the other pure-bloods. Klutha braces herself, preparing for battle, but looks still towards Hagadark, as if begging for a solution.
@Neurotic @KahlessNestor @MetaVoid
[Grontar’s the man. As for Dram, well… See below, hehehe! Thanks for locating the link. I wasn’t logged in when I posted it!]
Morgrym finds a hidden spot between two formations, towards which he’s soon followed by Arvana. The woman prepares her bow and aims. “Just in case” – she mentions, as if to explain her posture to the dwarf. Morgrym conceals the dagger in place even she wouldn’t think – or dare – to search.
In the meantime, Marius slyly sneaks deeper into the camp. After writing his message, he vanishes amidst busy dwarves, overhearing the conversation between the leader and his rangers.
(…)
“I doubt it” – the ranger says.
“Even so, keep your eyes up. We need the ritual to be complete. Without the Tideruler, there is no point in trying.”
“What if Dram gets greedy?”
“Adalous Dram does not care for power. He only wants to use the Enslaver one more time.”
“Did he lose something?”
“In a way. The Tideruler would only keep him apart of his needs.”
The ranger nods in doubt. “What stops him from joining the city, then? Doesn’t it grant a man’s deepest wishes?”
“Even if he believes in it… Well, that is why I march against the city tonight.”
“What about the messengers?”
“Grontar chose them for a reason. They were carefully chosen, odd as it may be. Favors were called upon, pacts were formed. They must remain with Adalous Dram until the Tideruler is ours.”
“A monk, a priest, a sailor, a saurian. Honor-bound. Poor choice.”
“Take it up with Grontar Ironsight.” – the leader’s eyes become clouded by sentiments difficult to grasp.
“They might try to destroy the think…” – the rider shivers. “I know I would.”
“And betray Maran? Unlikely. Either they condemn the souls ensaved by the dagger or they condemn innocent maranans.” – he falls silent for a second, enough for another dwarven soldier to show up, waving the message Marius left moments ago.
“Sir…” – the soldier looks livid, lowering his head as he delivers the message to the leader. The clad dwarf stares at the paper for a while, not a word coming from him. He trembles, but only Marius’ trained eyes can see it. The dwarf that brought the message is about to leave, but the leader holds him by the arm.
“Did you read it?” – the other confirms with a shy, fearful nod.
“Say nothing. To no one. Specially to her.”
He looks his ranger in the eye.
“Each and all of us will have to sacrifice until we see the end of it.” – he squeezes the paper with his fist, and then pushes it against the rider’s chest. “Destroy it once you’ve read it. You know your duties.” – the clad dwarf leaves, heavy steps and a somber face, to vanish between two tents.
The rider’s eyes break with sadness as they rise from the message. He moves towards the bonfire, his colleagues watching in doubt, and after a moment’s hesitation, he burns the parchment, allowing the message to disappear. Slowly, he rises his eyes, and they cross Marius’ by accident. Suddenly, the monk knows he’s been spotted, but the dwarf seems startled, still incapable of action upon his discovery.
“Goddess…!” – Arvana’s voice whispers to Morgrym. “The rider. He sees Marius… He sees him! What-do-I-do-what-do-I-do… She glances quickly at Morgrym. “I can kill him… Do I kill him? I don’t wanna…” – she seems desperate.
[You have a few seconds before he does something – alerts the encampment, attacks, or whatever. What do you do?]
HAGADARK (N-23)
[Guile is going to be necessary, trust me, hehehe]
Ho-og, the pure-blood warrior, raises an axe and roars towards Hagadark.
“Save your speeches, half-breed!” – Klutha goes for the sword as the other one spits his words. “This ‘blessing’ seems odd to me…” – he walks towards Tugg, staring at his blood-red, gleaming eyes. “Talk to me, brother. What do you feel?”
Mhuagra simply smiles, drooling as an orc would by twisting his lips. Her eyes roll from Hagadark to Ho-og, no answer coming from her.
“Blessing… How can I know this is not one of your tricks?” – as his voice rises, so does the risk of losing advantage against the giant creature. Klutha twists her face, realizing the dangers that grew slowly in that hall.
“Yes, shaman… How could he know?” – Mhuagra’s voice rises in mockery. “How far would you go, shaman?”
Ho-og’s face grows distrustful, as that of the other pure-bloods. Klutha braces herself, preparing for battle, but looks still towards Hagadark, as if begging for a solution.
@Neurotic @KahlessNestor @MetaVoid
