Ashy's Oathbound Campaign II, IC

The asherake swallows - hard - and then looks at Kyron. The look on his face is one of pleading, mixed with a desire to answer the next question placed upon him...
 

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"So your lord would offer prisoners the right to fight to the death for freedom. Presumably offering positions in his army to any strong enough to survive such a challenge. I'm interested in what your lord does with soldiers such as yourself. Tell me of your last mission, what were true warriors such as yourself and your comrades sent out to do specifically here?"
 

The asherake does not respond to the first question, but it seems that the reason is more akin to Kyron's quick succession of questioning than anything. At the luminous' last question, the asherake snarls, "My Lord haz eyez and earz too, zeeds! He knowz of your friend'z plaz here? He knowz who ztrikez hiz armiez and caravanz from the north!"
 

"I see. So you were sent to deal with those harassing your army from here. Were we here on the spire the first ones you encountered and engaged?"
 


"Do you not value life?" Xerxes asks, suddenly looking rather upset and letting his glowing Psi-blade form at his hand. "Mind your answer, the measure you give is the measure you shall receive."
 

Kiera shoots a burning glare at Xerxes, beckoning for him to follow, she leads him out of sight of the Asherake and the others, in her quiet stern manner, "do not do that again, let Kyron and Baja take care of it. You have done your part, your thoughts of anger or retribution will not benefit this any." She sighs, "Isror, Yarrish, Qyt'tyl and Yana deserve respect in their deaths, not senseless violence that will only stoke your heart more. Take a moment and calm your self, I will not tolerate another outburst." She walks back in, picking up her mahogany dress, continues on past to one of the small alcoves, where she slips out of her armor and into the unrestricting cloth. She returns and sits next to Tristan, ignoring the proceedings between Kyron, Baja and the Asherake.

Quietly to Tristan
are you sure you're recovered enough from the battle? If you are, I think it a wise option.
 
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Baja's heart sank deep into his breast. It ached, he hated hearing that good people had died, needlessly and in a cruel fashion. It was all he could do to staunch the flow of tears threatening to overcome the fierce mask placed upon his face for the "questioning".
Xerxes words did little to staunch the emotional warrior's reaction and he ignored his captain's response.
The half orc started to shudder..... A sob, realised for what it was swiftly and converted thus into a snarl (GM:
Bluff -2, then Intinimdate +5(str)
) spat from between his lips. Then Baja leaped at the Asherak, grabbed it throat-first and slammed it against the wall, held so it's feet were dangling inches from the ground.

You tell us so's we knows why you come at us and our deaded friends!!!! He roared, spittle flying into the prisoner's furred face. You tell us dat and you tell us NOW!!!
 

"Maybe it doesn't bother you when someone makes a joke out of the slaughter of a friend, a companion that took us in and fed us, gave us shelter and taught us things about this world to help us with this mission...but it does me." Xerxes says to the wall before heading down stairs to the lower enterance where he sits looking out over the dunes into the night.
 

Tristan shrugs and leans his head back close to Kiera.

Kiera:
"For it to be a truly fair fight we would both be fully healed before it began. It is a question of whether or not you think he would honor such an agreement. He seems to hold his honor in high regard, but he also seems to think we are beneath contempt."
:Kiera
 

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