Drusilia Naïlo: The Making of a Watchman
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BIG OLE BUMP
Ok, it has been a couple of days, you will need to post something soon.
I have tried watching Television and it is evil. {not basketball, but everything else}
Dru is a goodness. (or at least her story hour is)
drnuncheon - your stories also keep my mind from rotting into the decay we call sloth, thank you both.
You two give me hope that there is something good and worthwhile in the state of Pennsylvania.
Ok, it has been a couple of days, you will need to post something soon.
I have tried watching Television and it is evil. {not basketball, but everything else}
Dru is a goodness. (or at least her story hour is)
drnuncheon - your stories also keep my mind from rotting into the decay we call sloth, thank you both.
You two give me hope that there is something good and worthwhile in the state of Pennsylvania.
Drusilia Nailo
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Wow, with words like that, I'm going to have to update soon. 
I'm having creative block today, but something will go up in the early part of this week.
I'm having creative block today, but something will go up in the early part of this week.Drusilia Nailo
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Okay, okay, it took me a little longer to get this update written than I thought, but I think you'll see why when you read it. It is a very... difficult scene.
Drusilia Nailo
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It was quick. It was brutal. They left none alive. After they had crawled through the window, the three of them made short work of the guards, most of whom were asleep thanks to the drugged wine that their insider had fed them. Dru felt one or two twinges of guilt for slaying sleeping foes, but forced it down. They would have gladly done the same to her father's people, if the situation was reversed. Guilt is something that only manages to cripple you, she thought to herself, remembering Papa's lessons.
They burst through the second to last door, to find Shezari himself crouched in a fighting stance behind a large bed. His longsword was out, and he stared at the three elves, trying in vain not to look frightened. A woman, wrapped in a bedsheet, stood with her back pressed up against the wall. Her eyes were wide and terrified, her face pasty white.
"Take them alive," murmured Papa. "I'm not finished with them yet." He started advancing on Shezari.
Dru and Kennic moved towards the woman, who began whimpering as soon as she saw them moving towards her. "Don't hurt me," she whispered.
Kennic seized her arm, although as gently as he could. "Don't fight me," he told her, sounding unhappy about being in this position. And then, "Drusilia, take her other arm."
Dru complied, and the woman's eyes went even wider. "Drusilia Naïlo," she whispered. "Then... Tensin...." She turned to stare at Kennic, who shook his head.
"Not me," he said, starting to drag her towards the door, careful to not drop her bedsheet.
Dru looked over her shoulder in time to see Papa putting a dagger into Shezari, and Shezari dropping his sword with a surprised clatter. Without a word, Papa restrained him. "Kennic, leave the woman with Drusilia. I want this one bound."
After Shezari's hands were tied, the couple was dragged into the final room. Dru saw a white crib in the corner, and could see a small child sitting up in it, his fist in his mouth. She started to get a bad feeling. What were they going to do here?
Papa shoved Shezari down into the rocking chair, and gestured for Kennic and Drusilia to hold the woman. He then walked over to the crib, and reached down to pick up the child. It began to scream almost immediately. Papa tsked at it, and sat down on the floor in front of the child's terrified parents. "There there," he murmured to it, sounding benevolent enough. "No need to be frightened." He tickled the child under the chin, and began to bounce him on his knee. The child's crying subsided, and he stared at Papa in amazement.
"Please don't-" the woman said, stretching her arms out to reach for the child.
"Drusilia, kill her," Papa said shortly, looking up.
Dru didn't even stop to think about it. With a flick of her wrist, the knife bit into the woman's throat, and she cut it open. A river of red flowed, drenching Dru's hands and blade, and soaking Shezari's arm.
Shezari made a moaning sound in the back of his throat, and his eyes closed. He was the picture of abject misery.
"It is never wise to try to use a man's family against him," Papa told Shezari. "It opens doors best left closed." He began to bounce the child on his knee again. The child grinned in toothless delight, and laughed aloud, reaching for Papa's ears. Papa looked at the child dispassionately for a moment, and then cut its throat, much like Dru had its mother just moments before. It didn't even have time to wail.
Shezari cried out, and lunged against his bonds. "I'll kill you!"
Papa set the child's body aside, and then stood up. He walked up, looking at Shezari coldly. He drew out a dagger and then stabbed him, once, twice, and then three times. Shezari flailed about, choking on blood and bile, and then went limp.
"Come, we need to leave," said Papa, turning to look at the horrified Dru and Kennic.
Kennic startled, but began to walk towards the door. When Dru seemed frozen into place, Papa sighed, and then took her arm. "Come," he said again, his voice gentler than she would have imagined it could be. He began to pull her away from the room.
Dru stumbled along with him, staring once over her shoulder at the small dead boy.
The child... why? I don't understand. As they left the house, and began to quietly stroll towards the kesir, she kept looking sidelong at Papa, desperately seeking to see some part of him that showed remorse for what he had done. She saw nothing of the sort, only his grim determination to get her home. For the first time, she noticed that the set of his jaw and the look in his eyes were cruel and harsh. Was this the side of him that everyone else saw? She suddenly felt the desire to cringe away from him, but his grip was too tight.
Once inside the compound, though, he relaxed his hold on her. "Well, that's done, at least," he said. "Drusilia, you need to get cleaned up. I have to go to a luncheon at the Merchant's Guild tomorrow, and I would like to take you with me."
Dru pulled away from him violently, and stared at him. "How can you be so calm about this?"
He turned to look at her, his gaze unwavering. "About what?"
"The- the baby!"
"It was only a human," said Papa.
"Only a- how can you say that?" Dru continued to stare at him, her voice dropping into a whisper.
Kennic coughed nervously. "Drusilia, perhaps-"
"Quiet!" Dru drew herself up, putting her hands on her hips. "You aren't going to placate me with 'it will all look better in the morning' this time!" She turned on Papa. "I can't believe that you can kill an innocent child like that and be so casual about it! What kind of monster are you!"
"Drusilia," Papa said, "You are clearly overwrought."
"Overwrought? Overwrought? I should think that I'm overwrought! I just watched my father murder an innocent child! If I wasn't overwrought, I think there would be something wrong with me. Just like there's something wrong with you!" Dru's voice got louder and louder as she talked. "I am not going to be able to just stand aside and watch you butcher people on a whim."
"What are you saying, Drusilia?" Papa's voice, along with his eyes, was frosty. "Do you think that you can survive without me?"
"Yes! Yes I can. And I will. I refuse to have anything to do with you and your monstrous ways!" Her eyes blazing, she wheeled around, and stormed out the front door, past the stricken gazes of the door guards. She half expected to hear him call her back, but when he didn't, she slammed the door behind her so hard that the house seemed to rock. Good riddance, she thought to herself. And to think that I wanted to be like him. And then with only her clothes, her weapons, and a tiny bit of coin, she stalked down the middle of the street, as if daring her father's enforcers to try to take her back. None did.
They burst through the second to last door, to find Shezari himself crouched in a fighting stance behind a large bed. His longsword was out, and he stared at the three elves, trying in vain not to look frightened. A woman, wrapped in a bedsheet, stood with her back pressed up against the wall. Her eyes were wide and terrified, her face pasty white.
"Take them alive," murmured Papa. "I'm not finished with them yet." He started advancing on Shezari.
Dru and Kennic moved towards the woman, who began whimpering as soon as she saw them moving towards her. "Don't hurt me," she whispered.
Kennic seized her arm, although as gently as he could. "Don't fight me," he told her, sounding unhappy about being in this position. And then, "Drusilia, take her other arm."
Dru complied, and the woman's eyes went even wider. "Drusilia Naïlo," she whispered. "Then... Tensin...." She turned to stare at Kennic, who shook his head.
"Not me," he said, starting to drag her towards the door, careful to not drop her bedsheet.
Dru looked over her shoulder in time to see Papa putting a dagger into Shezari, and Shezari dropping his sword with a surprised clatter. Without a word, Papa restrained him. "Kennic, leave the woman with Drusilia. I want this one bound."
After Shezari's hands were tied, the couple was dragged into the final room. Dru saw a white crib in the corner, and could see a small child sitting up in it, his fist in his mouth. She started to get a bad feeling. What were they going to do here?
Papa shoved Shezari down into the rocking chair, and gestured for Kennic and Drusilia to hold the woman. He then walked over to the crib, and reached down to pick up the child. It began to scream almost immediately. Papa tsked at it, and sat down on the floor in front of the child's terrified parents. "There there," he murmured to it, sounding benevolent enough. "No need to be frightened." He tickled the child under the chin, and began to bounce him on his knee. The child's crying subsided, and he stared at Papa in amazement.
"Please don't-" the woman said, stretching her arms out to reach for the child.
"Drusilia, kill her," Papa said shortly, looking up.
Dru didn't even stop to think about it. With a flick of her wrist, the knife bit into the woman's throat, and she cut it open. A river of red flowed, drenching Dru's hands and blade, and soaking Shezari's arm.
Shezari made a moaning sound in the back of his throat, and his eyes closed. He was the picture of abject misery.
"It is never wise to try to use a man's family against him," Papa told Shezari. "It opens doors best left closed." He began to bounce the child on his knee again. The child grinned in toothless delight, and laughed aloud, reaching for Papa's ears. Papa looked at the child dispassionately for a moment, and then cut its throat, much like Dru had its mother just moments before. It didn't even have time to wail.
Shezari cried out, and lunged against his bonds. "I'll kill you!"
Papa set the child's body aside, and then stood up. He walked up, looking at Shezari coldly. He drew out a dagger and then stabbed him, once, twice, and then three times. Shezari flailed about, choking on blood and bile, and then went limp.
"Come, we need to leave," said Papa, turning to look at the horrified Dru and Kennic.
Kennic startled, but began to walk towards the door. When Dru seemed frozen into place, Papa sighed, and then took her arm. "Come," he said again, his voice gentler than she would have imagined it could be. He began to pull her away from the room.
Dru stumbled along with him, staring once over her shoulder at the small dead boy.
The child... why? I don't understand. As they left the house, and began to quietly stroll towards the kesir, she kept looking sidelong at Papa, desperately seeking to see some part of him that showed remorse for what he had done. She saw nothing of the sort, only his grim determination to get her home. For the first time, she noticed that the set of his jaw and the look in his eyes were cruel and harsh. Was this the side of him that everyone else saw? She suddenly felt the desire to cringe away from him, but his grip was too tight.
Once inside the compound, though, he relaxed his hold on her. "Well, that's done, at least," he said. "Drusilia, you need to get cleaned up. I have to go to a luncheon at the Merchant's Guild tomorrow, and I would like to take you with me."
Dru pulled away from him violently, and stared at him. "How can you be so calm about this?"
He turned to look at her, his gaze unwavering. "About what?"
"The- the baby!"
"It was only a human," said Papa.
"Only a- how can you say that?" Dru continued to stare at him, her voice dropping into a whisper.
Kennic coughed nervously. "Drusilia, perhaps-"
"Quiet!" Dru drew herself up, putting her hands on her hips. "You aren't going to placate me with 'it will all look better in the morning' this time!" She turned on Papa. "I can't believe that you can kill an innocent child like that and be so casual about it! What kind of monster are you!"
"Drusilia," Papa said, "You are clearly overwrought."
"Overwrought? Overwrought? I should think that I'm overwrought! I just watched my father murder an innocent child! If I wasn't overwrought, I think there would be something wrong with me. Just like there's something wrong with you!" Dru's voice got louder and louder as she talked. "I am not going to be able to just stand aside and watch you butcher people on a whim."
"What are you saying, Drusilia?" Papa's voice, along with his eyes, was frosty. "Do you think that you can survive without me?"
"Yes! Yes I can. And I will. I refuse to have anything to do with you and your monstrous ways!" Her eyes blazing, she wheeled around, and stormed out the front door, past the stricken gazes of the door guards. She half expected to hear him call her back, but when he didn't, she slammed the door behind her so hard that the house seemed to rock. Good riddance, she thought to herself. And to think that I wanted to be like him. And then with only her clothes, her weapons, and a tiny bit of coin, she stalked down the middle of the street, as if daring her father's enforcers to try to take her back. None did.
Buddha the DM
Explorer
Wow.. That was most excellent.
Jon Potter
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I, for one, am glad to see Dru turn away from her father's path.
It was geting uncomfortable for me to read accounts of our future watchwoman's particiaption in Tensin's tyrannical exploits.
It was geting uncomfortable for me to read accounts of our future watchwoman's particiaption in Tensin's tyrannical exploits.
drnuncheon
Explorer
Jon Potter said:
It'll be interesting to see what you think of current happenings in the other SH, then...
J
Jon Potter
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drnuncheon said:
I just read the bit about the duel with her half-sister and I'm looking forward to the resoution of that! How could I possibly find fault with such heroic time-honored methods as personal combat.
There's a decided difference between killing a defenseless child and defending your lifestyle from a usurper. Especially when you can really humiliate your adversary with a practice sword.
Although, maybe the fact that I have an infant daughter is coloring my perceptions of Tensin's actions.
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