Blood Lord wrote:
Gregor motioned to his stationed Templars and the the three pulled out crossbows fixed with wicked looking bolts. However that's not where the everyone's eyes rested at. A fourth templar brought in a bloodied up young boy wearing a Templar recruit uniform with a knife held firmly against his throat. The Warden Commander noticed the boy had a cut lip and a black eye already starting to form. His uniform was torn and clear to her that his discovery was not a pleasant one.
"Isador, I'm fairly sure you know this lad," said Gregor as he crossed the room and tousled the boy's hair. "However Deacon and the Warden-Commander don't. This is Daniels a young Templar recruit with a very promising career and life ahead of him, unlike me. He's a very gited lad from what I've heard from his instructors; resourceful, noble... curious. And he wants to live, don't you Daniels."
The boy nodded carefully against the blade.
"Of course you do," replied Gregor as he knelt next to Daniels. He lashed out with his hand and gripped the boy's hair and jerked it back. The blade moved a little in the action and drew some blood.
"We all do," he hissed at the boy. "Survival after all is the first instinct. But you see one of those men, Isador or Deacon, is going to kill you do you know how?"
Daniels shook his head.
"Well, let me tell you," he said with a short laugh as he stood up and stroked Daniel's hair. "They're noble. If they move to get me or the archers, you die. Even if they were to somehow reach you, those bolts in the crossbows will reach them before they can react. See, their morals, their code... it's a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as they think themselves to be. I'll show you, when the chips are down, these... these civilized people? Well... you'll see. Would you like to know how to live?"
The boy nodded, causing the dagger to slip again.
"Careful there, trooper. Would be a shame to have you loose your head over this. But it's simple," he looked at the former Templars. "They turn around and walk away. After which my men and I will leave and you get to live."
The Knight-Captain gave a mock salute to the former Templars as he walked to the backdoor. "Until next time, Strauss, Deacon. Had a pleasant drink with you Valmyria, perhaps the next date will be better."
The sudden realization made the Black Axe laugh, a hysterical laugh from a madman. His reaction confused the crossbowmen visibly; no one ever burst in to laughter like that during a hostage situation. “Very well then Gregor, by all means run.” Isador leaned his weapon against Gregors empty chair and crossed his arms. “Run as fast as you can, find a horse even and ride. It does not matter where you go gentlemen; the Black Axe always finds his target.” He looked to the crossbowmen, his sinister smile, brimming with confidence unnerved them. “Let the lad go and neither of us will stop you, you have the word of a man with morals.”
Deacon looked to Isador with a look of shock at his comrade’s words but Isador never took his eyes from the fugitives, or from Daniels. “I have tracked down the best runners from the tower in decades, I have watched them flee with more than one hostage in tow, and I have either dragged them back to the tower or taken their lives myself. So go, cowards, flee to spare yourselves what is to come, live out your short lives looking over your shoulders.” Isador looked to Daniels with a look of reassurance; the young recruit was clearly in shock from the whole situation. “Keep looking, for one day you will to see me, with weapon in hand.”
Draken30000 wrote:Vovin gripped the handle of the sturdy hammer that belonged to his father. He paused a moment, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. Then he exhaled, raised the hammer, and brought it down, causing a metallic ring to echo out. It felt...natural. Different from when Marcus had first trained him to work metal. Again and again the hammer fell against the unfinished sword. Vovin seemed to lose himself in the work, all his senses that were not imperative to his task dulled. The Dragon Knight did not notice the orange wispy light that had begun to creep along his limbs. He was unconsciously slipping Beyond the Veil as he pounded the metal, and the energy of the dragon spirit worked its way past his fingers to flow along the shaping blade. This continued for a time, but suddenly Vovin stopped, hammer raised. He slowly lowered the instrument of creation and the orange aura around him faded away. He looked at Marcus. "I...don't know where to go from here."
Blood Lord wrote:Teryn - "Old Friends"
The Teryn shrugged the remark away as he climbed into the carriage. "Guess that means you two have a lot to talk about. Kassar, Kel here is one of my most trusted advisers and has been helping me promote and manage various programs for the last few years."
The carriage suddenly got underway, taking the three and their armed escort towards Vigil's Keep in Amaranthine. It took only a few minutes for the carriage to pass through the gates of Denerim and make its way North. The Teryn had propped himself up and was busy reading a report, leaving the other two free to talk.
"So Kassar," began Kel. "Tell me, how did you end up in the service of the Teryn?"
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