[A Shattered Visage] Act 1.2: Remember That You Were A Slave
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7 gestures toward the blue clad man, "Feel free to ask him questions, just do not kill him, we may still need him to find Thousand Scattered Grains."
Turning to Praan, 7 opens her mouth to speak, and then what he said actually hits her. Did he just say take the city? Why would I want to take this city? I don't care about running this city. Then again ruling a city could make it easy to forge an army. An army to take Varangia. Exactly what I've been working for...
7 then notices her mouth has been open for almost 20 seconds while she was lost in thought, and fakes a cough to try to cover for it. "After what's happened there is no chance the Despot would trust us, that's months of work down the drain. We have to help the slaves and finish it quickly, preventing what needless deaths we can." 7 could barely recognize the words she was saying. "Gem must be ours."
7 gestures toward the blue clad man, "Feel free to ask him questions, just do not kill him, we may still need him to find Thousand Scattered Grains."
Turning to Praan, 7 opens her mouth to speak, and then what he said actually hits her. Did he just say take the city? Why would I want to take this city? I don't care about running this city. Then again ruling a city could make it easy to forge an army. An army to take Varangia. Exactly what I've been working for...
7 then notices her mouth has been open for almost 20 seconds while she was lost in thought, and fakes a cough to try to cover for it. "After what's happened there is no chance the Despot would trust us, that's months of work down the drain. We have to help the slaves and finish it quickly, preventing what needless deaths we can." 7 could barely recognize the words she was saying. "Gem must be ours."
Brekkir
Senior Member
Rahim Laenir
"Aren't we the ambitious one?" Rahim snickered. "I did not come here to overthrow the Despot - that wasn't my first intention at least. And I would even say it runs counter to my long-term interests, since I'm happy with Gem and Parangon pestering each other."
He shrugged. "If pursuing this insurrection could end up slavery in the South, I'd do it in an instant. As it stands, we'll only support the mysterious schemes of another Solar. I'll pronounce myself after speaking with this Thousand Scattered Grains.
As some of you have seen, I can move easily in town, if not discreetly. Who will accompany me?"
"Aren't we the ambitious one?" Rahim snickered. "I did not come here to overthrow the Despot - that wasn't my first intention at least. And I would even say it runs counter to my long-term interests, since I'm happy with Gem and Parangon pestering each other."
He shrugged. "If pursuing this insurrection could end up slavery in the South, I'd do it in an instant. As it stands, we'll only support the mysterious schemes of another Solar. I'll pronounce myself after speaking with this Thousand Scattered Grains.
As some of you have seen, I can move easily in town, if not discreetly. Who will accompany me?"
Midboss
Two Thousand Club
Farah
(I'm away from the net for just one day and suddenly all this happens)
"Yes, he has a point. I do not think it prudent to decided which side, if any, we are to take in this matter."
She then lets her caste mark shine for a brief instant before continuing:
"Since no none here is even making the pretense of trying to conceal their identities, I will be honest about myself too. My visit here is only part of a bigger plan of mine, one that would hopefully end slavery in the South. I may share a similar goal with the one stated by this Thousand Scattered Grains, though my methods are quite different. I would too like to meet and discuss matters with her."
"Yes, he has a point. I do not think it prudent to decided which side, if any, we are to take in this matter."
She then lets her caste mark shine for a brief instant before continuing:
"Since no none here is even making the pretense of trying to conceal their identities, I will be honest about myself too. My visit here is only part of a bigger plan of mine, one that would hopefully end slavery in the South. I may share a similar goal with the one stated by this Thousand Scattered Grains, though my methods are quite different. I would too like to meet and discuss matters with her."
ooc: yes her goal is basically the Arab Spring, Exalted Edition.
Arynne
Salmon of Doubt
Bone Shadow has remained quiet for some time. Now she speaks, more hesitantly than she did before.
“This is not something I normally do. In fact, it’s something I normally try to avoid. But I have never met so many of my own kind before, and…I think I would enjoy the chance to admit the truth for once.â€
A caste mark appears, glowing brightly enough to be visible even through the woven reed covering -- not the Zenith caste mark many of them were probably expecting, but the empty circle of the Night caste.
“For the rest: I am a monk and a priest, and I neither own anything nor rule anyone.†Her voice regains its strength and certainty. “If anyone here seizes Gem for themselves, it will not be me. My superiors sent me to Gem because they were extremely concerned about “the situation†here, and felt that things had the potential to go “very badlyâ€. You might want to consider what kind of situation might shake and worry the eldest priests of Saturn, who hold communion with the Maiden of Endings herself, before embarking on a course of events certain to lead to mass bloodshed, hmm?â€
She takes a moment to let that sink in. “The Perfect of Paragon is not the only power interested in conquering ths city.â€
“This is not something I normally do. In fact, it’s something I normally try to avoid. But I have never met so many of my own kind before, and…I think I would enjoy the chance to admit the truth for once.â€
A caste mark appears, glowing brightly enough to be visible even through the woven reed covering -- not the Zenith caste mark many of them were probably expecting, but the empty circle of the Night caste.
“For the rest: I am a monk and a priest, and I neither own anything nor rule anyone.†Her voice regains its strength and certainty. “If anyone here seizes Gem for themselves, it will not be me. My superiors sent me to Gem because they were extremely concerned about “the situation†here, and felt that things had the potential to go “very badlyâ€. You might want to consider what kind of situation might shake and worry the eldest priests of Saturn, who hold communion with the Maiden of Endings herself, before embarking on a course of events certain to lead to mass bloodshed, hmm?â€
She takes a moment to let that sink in. “The Perfect of Paragon is not the only power interested in conquering ths city.â€
Ezria
She ignored the others, walking up to the bluecoat. So serene, sitting in a den of devils. Pissed her off. As she watched him, the words of the others rolled into irrelevance around her. She could see it. Her home. She looked at her right hand, disfigured with burn scars. She felt feverish. Anger and firedust flowed in her veins. She could see her village, flames rising into the sky, the smoke a hard black smear on the dawn-reddened sky. She could see the corpses, charred by viridian fire. She could taste the blood in her mouth, from where she'd bit her tongue in horror. She could see them.
The blue coats.
It happened fast. She grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to his feet. Her other hand, her burned hand, held the Repeater right at his jaw. "Alright you sonuvabitch." The light in her eyes makes it very obvious that she will not hesitate to cook this guy alive if anyone tries to intervene. "I was there. I saw it. You're a gang of mercenaries and killers. I don't know why you're playing at the liberation of slaves, but with Sol as my witness your blood is tainted by Hell. I saw it! You came at night, didn't you? You came to my home, with hellwands. You managed to slaughter everyone but me. I'm the one who got away. And now, I'm knocking at your door, a flamepiece in one hand and vengeance in the other."
"Tell me. Why."
She ignored the others, walking up to the bluecoat. So serene, sitting in a den of devils. Pissed her off. As she watched him, the words of the others rolled into irrelevance around her. She could see it. Her home. She looked at her right hand, disfigured with burn scars. She felt feverish. Anger and firedust flowed in her veins. She could see her village, flames rising into the sky, the smoke a hard black smear on the dawn-reddened sky. She could see the corpses, charred by viridian fire. She could taste the blood in her mouth, from where she'd bit her tongue in horror. She could see them.
The blue coats.
It happened fast. She grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to his feet. Her other hand, her burned hand, held the Repeater right at his jaw. "Alright you sonuvabitch." The light in her eyes makes it very obvious that she will not hesitate to cook this guy alive if anyone tries to intervene. "I was there. I saw it. You're a gang of mercenaries and killers. I don't know why you're playing at the liberation of slaves, but with Sol as my witness your blood is tainted by Hell. I saw it! You came at night, didn't you? You came to my home, with hellwands. You managed to slaughter everyone but me. I'm the one who got away. And now, I'm knocking at your door, a flamepiece in one hand and vengeance in the other."
"Tell me. Why."
Tableface
Member
Praan Cloudbinder
Praan winces at Ezria's rough treatment of their 'guest,' but from the sound of things it's not the sort of thing he should be commenting on.
"Flyguy, lady," he begins, looking to be struggling for words, "just how do you want to end slavery? There's... there's not some lever you can pull to do it. And you're not going to talk the entire world into giving up a system that they benefit from! You're going to need to do it, and... I'm having trouble thinking of a better place to start than here, what might as well be the capital of slave labor in the South.
"You want to avoid bloodshed? It's too late for that! They are killing each other out there, and your solution is to--what?--wait until enough heads have been bashed in and enough tendons have been slashed in retaliation to talk to some woman who may have enough prescience to not even show up? When you have the power to end it? Just what sort of Chosen are you people?!"
Praan glances out the door. "This is our responsibility. It is happening because of us, whether or not we started it."
Praan winces at Ezria's rough treatment of their 'guest,' but from the sound of things it's not the sort of thing he should be commenting on.
"Flyguy, lady," he begins, looking to be struggling for words, "just how do you want to end slavery? There's... there's not some lever you can pull to do it. And you're not going to talk the entire world into giving up a system that they benefit from! You're going to need to do it, and... I'm having trouble thinking of a better place to start than here, what might as well be the capital of slave labor in the South.
"You want to avoid bloodshed? It's too late for that! They are killing each other out there, and your solution is to--what?--wait until enough heads have been bashed in and enough tendons have been slashed in retaliation to talk to some woman who may have enough prescience to not even show up? When you have the power to end it? Just what sort of Chosen are you people?!"
Praan glances out the door. "This is our responsibility. It is happening because of us, whether or not we started it."
Arynne
Salmon of Doubt
“End it how?†says Bone Shadow in frustration. “I have yet to hear a plan for stopping this! You don’t think I care about the suffering of the abused and exploited? You don’t think it sears my soul with shame and anger every time I see it, and remember?â€
She stops to take a deep breath.
“But it seems like we only have two options so far -- do nothing, and let the Despot’s mercenaries slaughter the rebelling slaves, or join the slaves in massacring everybody else! Neither of these are acceptable! So where’s our third option? Can’t one of you impassioned crusaders for justice come up with a better soltion?â€
She stops to take a deep breath.
“But it seems like we only have two options so far -- do nothing, and let the Despot’s mercenaries slaughter the rebelling slaves, or join the slaves in massacring everybody else! Neither of these are acceptable! So where’s our third option? Can’t one of you impassioned crusaders for justice come up with a better soltion?â€
Tableface
Member
Praan Cloudbinder
Praan grabs Bone Shadow by the shoulders, his gloved right grasping her a great deal stronger than the left. "Give me one," he asks, desperate, "something other than ending it quickly or doing nothing. Something that isn't whining about how you don't like the situation you've been dropped into. Please."
Breaking away, Praan addresses the others. "Something like this was going to happen one day. And you'd have to be sick or stupid to think the only way we could handle it is by slaughtering civilians. This isn't the ideal situation, but we can end this with far less bloodshed and horror than anyone else on those streets can.
"And maybe," he adds, quietly, "give them all something better at the end."
Praan grabs Bone Shadow by the shoulders, his gloved right grasping her a great deal stronger than the left. "Give me one," he asks, desperate, "something other than ending it quickly or doing nothing. Something that isn't whining about how you don't like the situation you've been dropped into. Please."
Breaking away, Praan addresses the others. "Something like this was going to happen one day. And you'd have to be sick or stupid to think the only way we could handle it is by slaughtering civilians. This isn't the ideal situation, but we can end this with far less bloodshed and horror than anyone else on those streets can.
"And maybe," he adds, quietly, "give them all something better at the end."
Axelgear
General Wontwit
Asad is rather surprised when he is grabbed by the neck, but the sight of orichalcum leaves him none the less imperturbably affable.
"Forgive me, but I really don't know what you're talking about. My order and I have always participated in mercenary work as a secondary affair, but I, personally, haven't left the city in some time, and never on a violent assignment." He explains simply. "I doubt my brothers and sisters would have taken such an assignment without due cause. If they did, though, I have no doubt that those who did would gladly make themselves known to you."
Asad's hand then drifted to the Repeater, slowly and cautiously.
"And, if I may be so bold, putting a gun to my jaw is probably a less than effective interrogation technique. I am presently unarmed and in a room full of your peers, so I would not likely be able to fight back, yet alone escape if I tried. You'd be best shooting me in the foot or the hand if I withheld information, where it will cause great pain but not be likely to kill me. Similarly, discharging it near my face but not at me could cause severe burns and possibly deafen me in one ear, but would still leave me able to talk."
The advice is offered with the cheeriest of smiles. He then gestures at his blades, set aside on a nearby table. "Knives are an excellent option, too. You can inflict surface wounds only, causing a lot of pain, but only superficial harm."
Then, he bows his head in brief apology.
"Oh, I apologize. I should not presume. It's just reflex. If you do wish to kill me as vengeance, I offer my life freely. I would prefer that I can give your peers an address first, if anyone has something for me to write with."
The smile doesn't leave. He tilts his head, offering his neck up for the repeater to be placed against his chin.
"Forgive me, but I really don't know what you're talking about. My order and I have always participated in mercenary work as a secondary affair, but I, personally, haven't left the city in some time, and never on a violent assignment." He explains simply. "I doubt my brothers and sisters would have taken such an assignment without due cause. If they did, though, I have no doubt that those who did would gladly make themselves known to you."
Asad's hand then drifted to the Repeater, slowly and cautiously.
"And, if I may be so bold, putting a gun to my jaw is probably a less than effective interrogation technique. I am presently unarmed and in a room full of your peers, so I would not likely be able to fight back, yet alone escape if I tried. You'd be best shooting me in the foot or the hand if I withheld information, where it will cause great pain but not be likely to kill me. Similarly, discharging it near my face but not at me could cause severe burns and possibly deafen me in one ear, but would still leave me able to talk."
The advice is offered with the cheeriest of smiles. He then gestures at his blades, set aside on a nearby table. "Knives are an excellent option, too. You can inflict surface wounds only, causing a lot of pain, but only superficial harm."
Then, he bows his head in brief apology.
"Oh, I apologize. I should not presume. It's just reflex. If you do wish to kill me as vengeance, I offer my life freely. I would prefer that I can give your peers an address first, if anyone has something for me to write with."
The smile doesn't leave. He tilts his head, offering his neck up for the repeater to be placed against his chin.
Ezria
She thought about sending him to the underworld, with his sychopantic grin.
But, but. Killing him would just piss off the Solars, and Solars are nothing to piss off. 'Sides -- don't fine men that calm in the face of fire every day.
"You really are a sniveling coward. Alright. I'll see your boss and wring the truth out of her. Then the people who did this... ash. All of them." She dropped him to the floor with a lazy knee to the stomach, then stalked off to a corner. She had tuned out most of the incidental conversation around her: some guy was holding the priest by the shoulders, talking about third options or somesuch.
She thought about sending him to the underworld, with his sychopantic grin.
But, but. Killing him would just piss off the Solars, and Solars are nothing to piss off. 'Sides -- don't fine men that calm in the face of fire every day.
"You really are a sniveling coward. Alright. I'll see your boss and wring the truth out of her. Then the people who did this... ash. All of them." She dropped him to the floor with a lazy knee to the stomach, then stalked off to a corner. She had tuned out most of the incidental conversation around her: some guy was holding the priest by the shoulders, talking about third options or somesuch.
Tableface
Member
Praan Cloudbinder
Praan's eyebrow twitches as the man in blue speaks, and the Eclipse turns his head to fix the man with a glare once Ezria is done with him. "He's lying," he says, his caste mark shimmering faintly on his forehead.
While Praan would've liked to have tuned him and Ezria out, her accusations and their immediate future demanded some degree of listening in, and damned if he would charge in any more blindly under these circumstances.
~ ~ ~
Checked with Ax and used Factual Determination Analysis, a Whispering Flame Charm which allows Praan to determine whether a statement is true.
7/14 personal, 23/31 Peripheral, 8/8 willpower
anima at 2-mote level
Praan's eyebrow twitches as the man in blue speaks, and the Eclipse turns his head to fix the man with a glare once Ezria is done with him. "He's lying," he says, his caste mark shimmering faintly on his forehead.
While Praan would've liked to have tuned him and Ezria out, her accusations and their immediate future demanded some degree of listening in, and damned if he would charge in any more blindly under these circumstances.
~ ~ ~
Checked with Ax and used Factual Determination Analysis, a Whispering Flame Charm which allows Praan to determine whether a statement is true.
7/14 personal, 23/31 Peripheral, 8/8 willpower
anima at 2-mote level
Arynne
Salmon of Doubt
“Don’t. Touch. Me.†Bone Shadow’s voice is cold as death. “Ever.
“And stop repeating ‘we have to end this, we have to end this’ without saying how exactly we’re supposed to end ths.â€
“And stop repeating ‘we have to end this, we have to end this’ without saying how exactly we’re supposed to end ths.â€
Tableface
Member
Praan Cloudbinder
"I sensed... something not the full truth. He's not telling you something, or he has been outside the city recently." Praan walks over to the man and stands over him. "Why don't you tell us. Or you can repeat that first part. Slowly."
Praan gives a brief aside to Bone Shadow, now more focused on the man in blue. "We have weapons made of magical gold, power to influence the minds of men, and an order trying to topple this regime in our name. Figure it out."
"I sensed... something not the full truth. He's not telling you something, or he has been outside the city recently." Praan walks over to the man and stands over him. "Why don't you tell us. Or you can repeat that first part. Slowly."
Praan gives a brief aside to Bone Shadow, now more focused on the man in blue. "We have weapons made of magical gold, power to influence the minds of men, and an order trying to topple this regime in our name. Figure it out."
Axelgear
General Wontwit
Asad, for the first time, loses his smile. Not all of it, just the curl at his lips, but he kindly bows, and repeats himself in short, clipped statements.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"My order has always participated in mercenary work as a secondary affair."
"I, personally, haven't left the city in some time."
He repeats, taking pauses for breath with each statement.
"The last part is the falsehood." He adds, with a bow of his head, clasping his hands before himself. "I have left the city. I am... Something of a messenger for Thousand Scattered Grains. I assure you, it was reflex; I am not used to speaking of my secret duties, nor am I entirely sure what one is supposed to do when presented with such a conflict. She has ordered me to keep such matters secret, but, then, you are the Most High, and I cannot keep such things from you. At the same time, doing so... Betrays her."
He pauses to take another breath, and mutters several quiet apologies, digging a fingernail into the tip of his finger until it bleeds.
"What I can assure you of is that I have never burned down a village." He says with renewed conviction in his tone, his smile once more full.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"My order has always participated in mercenary work as a secondary affair."
"I, personally, haven't left the city in some time."
He repeats, taking pauses for breath with each statement.
"The last part is the falsehood." He adds, with a bow of his head, clasping his hands before himself. "I have left the city. I am... Something of a messenger for Thousand Scattered Grains. I assure you, it was reflex; I am not used to speaking of my secret duties, nor am I entirely sure what one is supposed to do when presented with such a conflict. She has ordered me to keep such matters secret, but, then, you are the Most High, and I cannot keep such things from you. At the same time, doing so... Betrays her."
He pauses to take another breath, and mutters several quiet apologies, digging a fingernail into the tip of his finger until it bleeds.
"What I can assure you of is that I have never burned down a village." He says with renewed conviction in his tone, his smile once more full.
Brekkir
Senior Member
Rahim Laenir
Rahim glared as Praan's speech continued. "I am the kind of Chosen who weighs the pros and the cons carefully before jumping headlong into the fray. This is what responsible persons do. And before you serve us more of your sanctimonious bullshit, let me hear a plan from you. Step by step. Else I'm walking out of here to more interesting endeavors."Tableface said:
Arynne
Salmon of Doubt
“That’s exactly what I’ve been saying,†mutters Bone Shadow.
Tableface
Member
Praan Cloudbinder
From the edge to Praan's jaw and the way he's baring his teeth, it looks like he's had enough of this. "No," he replies to Bone Shadow, "what you've been doing is making wild suppositions so you could whine about having to make a choice you didn't like.
"And you want something other 'than sanctimonious bullshit?,'" he rounds on Rahim. "How about being called for the fraud you are. You claim you want to end slavery, but don't want to take the steps to stop it. You claim that you're weighing the pros and cons of a delicate situation, but all you've done is mention that you're wiser than everyone else, without a word to what either of those are. Lady's breath, even she," he points two fingers at Bone Shadow, "has brought up that the ethics involved are more complex than we'd care for. What have you done, besides threaten to leave? If your ego is so bruised by your inability to contribute, I don't think you'd be much of an asset, anyway.
"You both want someone to give you strategy, to tell you tactics, to hold your hand through being the golden great beings you've both been reborn as? You want someone to lead you? Fine. Let me give you a few details." Praan raises his hand, and begins raising fingers on it. "One, we've been gifted with magical weapons, and powers to influence the minds of men. Two, we're stronger and smarter than just about everyone else out there in those streets and in the palace. Three, we can blaze with the glory of the sun itself. Four, if our friend is to be believed--and the truth is something I am good at telling, as I just showed--all of the people directing that mob view us as godly saviors to be followed.
"And five," he finishes, face scrunched up and scowling, "this is what we were meant for." He draws himself up, puffing up like some bird. "If you want something more detailed than that, how about this plan I made up off the top of my head with nothing but common sense: we head through the areas in chaos on the way to the Despot's place (a place they are obviously going to head), disarm or end anyone we see assaulting the unarmed, catch the attention of the blue men and tell them to calm this down, then decide just how we're going to handle the rest once we get there, seeing as it could end a dozen different ways which don't all culminate with deposing the Despot. If you want an itemized list of them consult the stars."
Praan waves Skylight, gesturing out the door. "Now since you're so desperate for someone to tell you what to do, let's go. Either you get yourself out there, or you sit around and hope that this Grains person decides to bother with you after you ignore her little game--or that she'd even be interested if the rest of us draw her out first, since we're going regardless."
Praan glances towards Ezria, wearing a small grin. He seems to be feeling a great deal better after that tirade. "Stranger, how'd you like to get the attention of this person you're 'wanding for?"
From the edge to Praan's jaw and the way he's baring his teeth, it looks like he's had enough of this. "No," he replies to Bone Shadow, "what you've been doing is making wild suppositions so you could whine about having to make a choice you didn't like.
"And you want something other 'than sanctimonious bullshit?,'" he rounds on Rahim. "How about being called for the fraud you are. You claim you want to end slavery, but don't want to take the steps to stop it. You claim that you're weighing the pros and cons of a delicate situation, but all you've done is mention that you're wiser than everyone else, without a word to what either of those are. Lady's breath, even she," he points two fingers at Bone Shadow, "has brought up that the ethics involved are more complex than we'd care for. What have you done, besides threaten to leave? If your ego is so bruised by your inability to contribute, I don't think you'd be much of an asset, anyway.
"You both want someone to give you strategy, to tell you tactics, to hold your hand through being the golden great beings you've both been reborn as? You want someone to lead you? Fine. Let me give you a few details." Praan raises his hand, and begins raising fingers on it. "One, we've been gifted with magical weapons, and powers to influence the minds of men. Two, we're stronger and smarter than just about everyone else out there in those streets and in the palace. Three, we can blaze with the glory of the sun itself. Four, if our friend is to be believed--and the truth is something I am good at telling, as I just showed--all of the people directing that mob view us as godly saviors to be followed.
"And five," he finishes, face scrunched up and scowling, "this is what we were meant for." He draws himself up, puffing up like some bird. "If you want something more detailed than that, how about this plan I made up off the top of my head with nothing but common sense: we head through the areas in chaos on the way to the Despot's place (a place they are obviously going to head), disarm or end anyone we see assaulting the unarmed, catch the attention of the blue men and tell them to calm this down, then decide just how we're going to handle the rest once we get there, seeing as it could end a dozen different ways which don't all culminate with deposing the Despot. If you want an itemized list of them consult the stars."
Praan waves Skylight, gesturing out the door. "Now since you're so desperate for someone to tell you what to do, let's go. Either you get yourself out there, or you sit around and hope that this Grains person decides to bother with you after you ignore her little game--or that she'd even be interested if the rest of us draw her out first, since we're going regardless."
Praan glances towards Ezria, wearing a small grin. He seems to be feeling a great deal better after that tirade. "Stranger, how'd you like to get the attention of this person you're 'wanding for?"
Brekkir
Senior Member
Rahim Laenir
"Let's make this clear, Mr Self-Righteous: I never claimed ending slavery was my immediate goal - sorry if you read more in my words than that. What I meant that we were completely in the dark with regards to the situation and that blindly barging in somebody else's plans was never a good idea, and that it would take much greater stakes to make me act with more urgency than caution.
Now that it's been said, I'll let you charge like a blind yeddim and wish you luck. Your speech is of no interest to me. If anyone is interested in hearing this Thousand Scattered Grains' motives for sowing chaos and death, and depending on her answer, put a stop to her antics, then by all means tag along."
With that he exited the room, heading for the Despot's holdings.
"Let's make this clear, Mr Self-Righteous: I never claimed ending slavery was my immediate goal - sorry if you read more in my words than that. What I meant that we were completely in the dark with regards to the situation and that blindly barging in somebody else's plans was never a good idea, and that it would take much greater stakes to make me act with more urgency than caution.
Now that it's been said, I'll let you charge like a blind yeddim and wish you luck. Your speech is of no interest to me. If anyone is interested in hearing this Thousand Scattered Grains' motives for sowing chaos and death, and depending on her answer, put a stop to her antics, then by all means tag along."
With that he exited the room, heading for the Despot's holdings.
Midboss
Two Thousand Club
Farah Sashmir
Farah felt mr Laenir had summed up rather well the thoughts she was having herself and soon followed him, determined to get some answers too.
Farah felt mr Laenir had summed up rather well the thoughts she was having herself and soon followed him, determined to get some answers too.
Axelgear
General Wontwit
The sounds of the riot return to the room as the doors to the house are opened once more. Exalts head out into the raging storm of blood and iron burning outside. The Despot's tower, visible in rising all the way from lowest depths to the curve of the caldera, has a writhing mass of distant figures moving towards it, as his mercenaries move through the streets to surround it.
In the dark, unlit room above, a hooded figure sits on the bare floor, legs crossed in a meditating stance. The fleshy ridges that act as ears flicker, his chest, which has barely moved for breath, inflates briefly, to allow the air to escape into a long, curling drawl.
"Gooood... Gooood..."
(Finally, we're on to the riot...)
In the dark, unlit room above, a hooded figure sits on the bare floor, legs crossed in a meditating stance. The fleshy ridges that act as ears flicker, his chest, which has barely moved for breath, inflates briefly, to allow the air to escape into a long, curling drawl.
"Gooood... Gooood..."
(Finally, we're on to the riot...)
Arynne
Salmon of Doubt
“Ah--†Behind Rahim and Farah, Bone Shadow says something unbecoming her habit.
“There’s no time, is there?†Her voice is harsh. “We have to stop this now, before it’s too late.â€
“There’s no time, is there?†Her voice is harsh. “We have to stop this now, before it’s too late.â€