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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5056793" data-attributes="member: 3285">City Under Siege: Part 6a – The Battle BeginsQuintus stood at the side of General Menisis val’Tensen and Roderick val’Tensen, in a secret meeting between the lines of war.  On the other side of the fire stood Adolphos val’Tensen, Lady Teodora val’Borda, and Vlad Martell.  Between them stood Divelos Norvitecus, senior monk of the Blades of Hurrian.“I have gathered you here to offer Precision to he who most deserves it,” said Divelos. “During this time of war, it was prophesized that the blade would be used by a val’Tensen.  As per Hurrian’s will, I have brought it with me, here, to decide who shall wield it.”  He held the sword before him in its scabbard, a delicately as a mother putting her baby to bed. Vlad and Quintus exchanged uncomfortable glances.  It was clear they were on opposite sides.After a moment, Menisis spoke up.  “I cannot accept this blade.  Although my blood is pure, it is not mine to claim.  And that is why I brought my Commander, Roderick.” He stepped back, bowing his head in deference to Roderick.  “It is yours if you wish it.”Divelos turned to face Roderick. Roderick swallowed hard.  His father’s gaze was cold; he betrayed no hint of emotion.  Menisis’ choice of commanders was its own psychological victory. “I…I cannot accept this.  I will not.”Menisis nodded but did not look upset.  He had expected this.“Then I offer it to you, Adolphos val’Tensen.“ Menisis offered the blade to Adolphos.  “On the condition that you quit the field of battle and return home with your troops.”Divelos addressed Adolphos.  “Do you accept the seventh blade of Dar val’Assante on these terms?”“I do,” snarled Adolphos.  He jabbed a thumb towards himself.  “But not on Menisis’ terms. It is I who am the rightful master of all val’Tensen.”   He nodded to Vlad, who took the blade from Divelos and handed it to his liege.Adolphos pulled the sword of the scabbard enough so that the blade reflected firelight in Menisis’ face.  “I’ll see you on the battlefield, and then we can determine whom has the right to give terms to whom.” Adolphos marched away.  Vlad spared one backwards glance and followed him. Menisis sighed.  “That went well.”</blockquote>

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