sarruth's request(game thread)

[Ink]

Es streaks past the doors, past the dumbfounded guards, through the halls, passing the flames which streak like long thick lines past her view. Here like the temple, fire...even here everywhere around her... She takes the stairs almost a flight at a time, every step a floor, flickering about every corner, her body spinning full circle at every level.

"Endeca! The temple is burning! People are dying! Tell everyone to come! Tell the guards! Endeca everything is on fire!!!"

 

[tiluvias99]

Irthos listens to Mem's words. In the background, Endeca's yells and Es's returns echo through the room. So. Es is here. Where had she been?

He feels the sjach whisper to him, acknowledging her presence. Silence, friends. Return to me. The hunt is ended.


He pauses before answering. "Lady Mem, my need is of utmost importance, as it involves the well being of those closest to me. Our mutual friend and companion Endeca was attacked in the night, by a creature of my own ilk, similar to the ones under my command. However, this particular spirit said that it was acting on your orders."
Irthos pauses. He closes his eyes for a moment. Please be false. Gods, please be false.
"Was this the truth?"[sblock=OOC]Where's Ryfte at?[/sblock]

 

[cog_and_taz]

[SBLOCK=OOC]Gone, it would seem. ......Hang on, Irthos is desperate enough to pray?[/SBLOCK]

 

[tiluvias99]

[sblock=OOC]It's not actually a prayer, more like... a habit. To him, it's more of a curse, to add emphasis. He might yell "Gods!" if something bad or unexpected happens, for example. Not a prayer- an expletive.

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Eldest Shadow has been edited into Irthos's Companions.[/sblock]

 

[Ink]

Ithros can almost hear Mem's answer before she replies. Was this really the question he wanted to ask?

"Lord Ithros, should either of us sent a servant acting on our orders, woulds't that servant have the power to share information with their victim. I can only assume Endeca lives.

The TRUTH thou ask?

Which would be a greater insult to thee Lord Ithros, if thou weres't in mine place--

Wherefore I questioned thine actions incompetent enough to be incomplete, your sevants weak enough to forsake thee, or thine actions dishonorable to thine own companions. To which of these woulds't thou claim thereof?"

He voice is colder than her beauty, empiter by far than Ithros has heard her speak to him before.

Mine answer in this place, I claim it none.

The no remains silent, answered, and uncomfortablely still.

 

[tiluvias99]

Irthos's eyes close, and he holds for a moment.

When his eyes snap open, he speaks. His voice is harshly strong.
"My Lady Mem, it is with the greatest respect that I say this to you. I trust yourself and our companion Endeca equally; what I had heard tonight provokes an inconsistency. I could not believe that you were to be the cause of this attack, and that there was the slightest evidence against you paralyzed me with indecision."
"I have no quarrel with you, Lady Mem. You are dear to me in a way few else share. I apologize for the insult that I have given you, and I can only ask for your forgiveness, yet the insult must have been given. I ask thee: your daughter, Es, what if she had been the victim, and the assassin had called itself to be under my name? What if the assassin had succeeded, and with her dying breath, Es named me as her slayer? Would you not seek me out to question me?"
He pauses for a moment, then continues.
"If a servant of the night attacks a member of our companionship, and calls itself to be commanded by one of us, then there can only be two options: that one of us seeks harm on another, or that an outsider wishes to turn us against each other for their own reasons."[sblock=OOC]Oooh, tense.[/sblock]

 

[Ink]

Here voice still cool, detached as her body.

"I respect… M'Lord, that be thou to trust an assassin with the death of one of us, one of us woulds't lie lifeless; fully unable to blabber about politics as a court jester before their king.

Likewise, where I send a servant to end a life, a breath, a word, a shadow of doubt, none be mine to claim.

Respect to me, Lord Ithros, for if thou dost hold trust, as I do mine very body with thee, how clear, impractical and unintelligent thine opinion of mineself hold be."

 

[Lord_Gareth]

[sblock=OOC]Umm...wait, Es is in the citadel? So Irthos couldn't have heard her yelling, and neither could Endeca. And Ink, Endeca sent Es a message spell. Did you catch that part? I sense the need for edits in our near future...[/sblock]

 

[tiluvias99]

Irthos's eyes close again. He speaks into the open air:
"Be calm, my Lady. What is it that you wish? Do you seek a quarrel with me, to punish me for my insult against your honor? Do you wish to provoke me?"
"If so, then so be it. But if not, then please, cease. I have stated my piece; I have apologized for my doubts. You hold my ever-lasting respect, and ever-lasting friendship for as long as you will return it. If you seek to strike me, then those qualities will still remain."
Irthos's eyes open.
"What say you?"[sblock=OOC]I thought that Irthos and Endeca were in the Citadel as well. Irthos just went into another room, and Endeca was still there.

Am I drastically confused? I thought "The Citadel" was just another word for our Companionship's base of operations.[/sblock]

 

[Ink]

[SBLOCK=ooc]I thought the citadel was just another name for our home as well.???Isn't it?? Es isn't hiding, she's trying to find everyone. Will be posting sometime tomorrow most likely[/sblock]