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<blockquote data-quote="Gray Shade" data-source="post: 2702072" data-attributes="member: 32340">Tyler's eyes narrow as his mind wanders, imagining the Duke sitting in this very chair, calmly reading his prized collection of books.&nbsp; (admittedly, it COULD be the case that the books belong to someone else, but that's not the point)&nbsp; Any man who collected and read all these books (as someone obviously did in such a well-used reading chair) must have been quite the humanist.&nbsp; A man of understanding.&nbsp; Probably a writer and philosopher himself.&nbsp; Not to impinge his warrior's skill, but, a man of reason nonetheless.&nbsp; One who now is rubbed on the windows of a chapel in the feces of his killers.&nbsp; Of the killers of all his men, and all the women and children who existed at this outpost.He swoons, dizzy at recalling thoughts of considering these vile beasts &quot;honorable&quot; or &quot;noble.&quot;&nbsp; &quot;Varg was a nobleman&quot; Had he really had this thought?&nbsp; How could he have thought such a thing?&nbsp; This Varg and all his people were monsters not just in appearance, and Tyler cursed himself as realization of this washed over him.&nbsp; It may be necessary to urge the prince to make alliance with these beings, but once the Ice Giants have been defeated, all the decent races would have to turn their swords on these creatures.&nbsp; He put a hand to his forehead, overwhelmed briefly by the villains sprouting up around him, and the death and war.&nbsp; Could the races of this world never find peace?But more than his amazement at the villainy of the world, he is dizzy from embarrassment for considering a creature's manner and station and (he blushes) grasp of common as rightfully outweighing its bloodlust, violence, and sickening desecration of human life on the scales of virtue.Tyler then kneels and vomits next to the chair.&nbsp; Disgusted at his placating attitude and eagerness to impress this evil, he swears not to be so weak again.He stands, wiping spittle from his lips, a new man.&nbsp; He turns to Swipe, and says in a serious tone, ”You have the book?&nbsp; Then let us make our leave with it.&nbsp; It will be the cork of good news floating in a sea of ill.”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Gray Shade, post: 2702072, member: 32340"] Tyler's eyes narrow as his mind wanders, imagining the Duke sitting in this very chair, calmly reading his prized collection of books. (admittedly, it COULD be the case that the books belong to someone else, but that's not the point) Any man who collected and read all these books (as someone obviously did in such a well-used reading chair) must have been quite the humanist. A man of understanding. Probably a writer and philosopher himself. Not to impinge his warrior's skill, but, a man of reason nonetheless. One who now is rubbed on the windows of a chapel in the feces of his killers. Of the killers of all his men, and all the women and children who existed at this outpost. He swoons, dizzy at recalling thoughts of considering these vile beasts "honorable" or "noble." [color=royalblue][i]"Varg was a nobleman"[/i][/color] Had he really had this thought? How could he have thought such a thing? This Varg and all his people were monsters not just in appearance, and Tyler cursed himself as realization of this washed over him. It may be necessary to urge the prince to make alliance with these beings, but once the Ice Giants have been defeated, all the decent races would have to turn their swords on these creatures. He put a hand to his forehead, overwhelmed briefly by the villains sprouting up around him, and the death and war. Could the races of this world never find peace? But more than his amazement at the villainy of the world, he is dizzy from embarrassment for considering a creature's manner and station and (he blushes) [i]grasp of common[/i] as rightfully outweighing its bloodlust, violence, and sickening desecration of human life on the scales of virtue. Tyler then kneels and vomits next to the chair. Disgusted at his placating attitude and eagerness to impress this evil, he swears not to be so weak again. He stands, wiping spittle from his lips, a new man. He turns to Swipe, and says in a serious tone, [color=royalblue]”You have the book? Then let us make our leave with it. It will be the cork of good news floating in a sea of ill.”[/color] [/QUOTE]

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