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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2008 18:38:22 GMT -5
Wolf heard Shade's last words and nodded. She was right. And there was no use in trying to deny it anymore. He had tried when Kit had said it, had let his anger overcome him then--and look where that had gotten them? Nowhere good, that was certain. But just as much as she was right that he was unsuited to be king, she was right that he was king--and therefore, he had to act king. And more than that, he knew, he had to be king.
He swallowed, his throat feeling swollen, and looked back at Jonathan. He shut his eyes for a second, sensing somewhere inside him that, no matter what had led Jonathan into Alec and Casandra's grasp, he was still his ward, and for that, Wolf had to be there for him.
Just as Wolf had to be there for his Knights, for his kingdom.
Just as they had a duty to be there for him.
He wished he still had a council he could still turn to, but something told him that wish was unfounded. Kit had left; Tamia had left; Ikkin hadn't been seen in weeks; Shino had fallen ill and, for all intents and purposes, had left; Shade seemed as frustrated with him as Kit had, and for a moment he wondered why she hadn't left as well; and Kat, the most loyal of them all, was the least useful to him now.
Such a council that was--and that was his fault, too. He had chosen to appoint his closest friends among the Knights, people he had thought would stand by him loyally and valiantly, supporting him and helping him. But his friendships weren't as strong as perhaps he had believed them to be, and now his council was defunct and the Knights most loyal to him now weren't there to give sound counsel to the king. At least, not legal counsel anyways.
He cringed, scowling, and then realised he was still around the others, just standing among them all, doing nothing. It felt as if they had been standing around doing nothing for hours, days, weeks even (and maybe they had been, he couldn't tell). What he needed now--what they needed now--was action. A call to arms. Even if they didn't fight, couldn't fight, wouldn't fight, to stand without a shield before the point of a sword was far more foible than forte.
He looked up, sweeping his eyes across the Knights so he didn't need to look anyone directly in the eye. "Ladies Kat and SILE, send a message to Kit, however you may, telling him what has transpired and that, under no circumstances, should he trust Alec and Cassandra." He shut his eyes, sighing. Tell him also I was wrong, he wanted to say, but knew those words had to come from him and no one other.
Wolf swallowed, feeling the pit in his stomach lurch, and pulled from his finger the signet ring with the King's seal of Dunburrow engraved upon it. Not looking at her, he held it out to Kat. "Tell him, by the King's order, he has been pardoned and called back to the castle." Friendly apologies could be given later, in person. For now, the Arbiter would have to settle with diplomacy. Or, at least, whatever of the sort Wolf could conjure at the moment.
"Sir Bacon," he said, looking across the small court around them, "and Lady Fenrix ((she is still here, right?)), find Lady Pyro and bring her back to the castle as well. We need her aid now in more ways than a fool's errand will give us." He suddenly regretted having let her go after apparitions, but perhaps she had found something out on her ventures nonetheless, even if she hadn't found Alec and Casandra or Jonathan.
"And Shade?" He took a deep breath, not certain at all what to say to her. He could feel her anger towards him, and was certain it had direct cause in his wrongly exiling Kit, and his defying the Grey Knight beforehand, but he needed her loyalty now more than he needed few things else in his life. He nodded, locking his jaw. "Come with me."
He stepped forwards, saying a quick word of thanks to SILE as he scooped up Jonathan, feeling instantly his clothes seep the water from the boy's garments into his own, and then took a step towards the castle and turned around. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Makeo standing in disgruntled awe, watching him as he moved and spoke. There'd be time for reunions later, he decided; whatever harm turning away from her now would do, it couldn't be anymore than he had already done to her. He snorted angrily and looked back at his Knights.
"Are there any questions? If not, then let's get going."
((Sorry if it's a bit much all at once. We can interject entire conversations if we want to.))
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Post by Vyt: Down, but Not Out on Dec 19, 2008 19:17:44 GMT -5
The King was emotionally down, SILE could see. He knelt down to receive Jonathan's frail body, and scowled upon seeing the boy's unconscious status. However, she could sense that he had more to grieve than just the boy. SILE finally realized something significant had transpired in the meeting, and felt sorry that she was not able to witness such event. She could not speak out nor cheer the king up, for she knew she was not in the right place to do so yet. However, someone must let him know that he must continue commanding the Knights for further instructions.
Then, there was Shade. Her kind of voice when she uttered words of encouragement sounded more like she was stopping King Wolf from going awry in his royal path. She could perceive that kind of expression from her enhanced sense of hearing; perhaps she was angry at him, the cat thought. No, it was less than senseless anger. Most likely, Shade had to use that kind of tone to snap him out of untimely sobs.
Watching Wolf slowly stand up strong, SILE saw how successful Shade was. Her tail waved about very happily towards the Bronze Knight; SILE's first expression of her had rendered the cat curious to know more about her. Perhaps after the mission, she can seek to discuss with her about topics she would like to reflect on.
Still, SILE knew that it would have to happen later. After the cat stood up with her katana to guide her weakened state, Wolf began carrying out commands for a handful of Knights present around him, and for her and Kat they would have to deliver a message to Sir Kit, telling him that he must be wary of Alec and Cassandra. She simply nodded and fixed her gloves, as they were rendered moist by Jonathan's body.
SILE turned to Kat, but was quickly reminded of what Wolf said. "... Lady Kat, we may not be in the greatest of situations for me to say this but..." she shook her head, her eyes looking away. "... You truly understand Kit more than I do, and I fear that for him to hear the voice of a total stranger will not let him know quickly of the matters rested in our hands. Also, I am still weakened by healing young Jonathan, so I can only bind myself to your telepathic powers as assistance, at least for now..."
The usually wordy mouth of SILE eventually turned closed. Ashamed that she could not be in her utmost condition to help, the cat could speak no longer.
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Post by zarikrahia on Dec 19, 2008 21:38:46 GMT -5
Zari watched the Knights disperse. The bubble of silence she was stuck in was irritating her no end. Fire didn't work, neither did darkness, and her emotion magic was uselsss on an inanimate object sort of magic like this one.
In her frustration, the Knight hurled the Sarial notebook at the invisible bubble surrounding her.
It...deflated. To the casual passerby or the small group of knights who's midst she had materialised in, it appeared that a rather flabbergasted Zari had appeared from absolutely nowhere, blinking at the red notebook that had materialised along with her.
"Er, um...I think someone might have stuck a spell on me, a while ago, since I couldn't speak to any of you..." Zari seemed almost awkward, as though she hadn't spoken for a long time. "I threw my notebook at it and it deflated, but I don't think we should underestimate these people, if they have the ability to cut one Knight off from their comrades with one spell. And, no questions to ask, my lord Wolf."
Zari stretched, then began to run, waiting for a sufficient amount of space so she could take off. She found her gap rather quickly, taking off towards Castle Kestrel. The bubble had unnerved her more than she cared to admit, in truth. She didn't like it, the feeling of the magic, enclosing, compressing, suffocating...
Feeling her stomach twist, Zari tore her mind away from the memory and focused on the task at hand. What was going on, and why? How?
Still feeling slightly nauseous, Zari alighted on the windowsill to her quarters. The window was, unusually, open. Zari dropped from the sill to the floor, making as little noise as possible, and started feeling for emotions.
No one was in her chambers currently, but two familiar people had been inside the bathroom, and one unfamilar. Frowning, Zari made her way, slowly and quietly, towards the door. Opening it just as slowly if not more, the Fae-knight peered into the room. What the hell was going on here, a drop-off of some...
...sort. Someone had dropped by and written on her wall.
"Dear Zari-viyen, Alektamn an I realised you don't have a charm against forgien magics. Malcivie sells them, I recommend you get yourself one.
"The ink'll come off the wall with the attached serum. Sorry for the inconvinience. Tovy"
Zari facepalmed. Tovy and her brother must have sensed the silence-bubble. They could sense most kinds of sensory magic- Tovy had no magic of her own, really, but Alektamn was an illusionist.
She picked up the serum and set to scrubbing the wall with it. She could have used Telekinesis, but scrubbing the wall vigorously was an easy and productive wayof taking out her anger.
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Post by Kat on Dec 24, 2008 4:55:14 GMT -5
Kat slowly reached out and took the ring, her eyes wide.
"Tell him, by the King's order, he has been pardoned and called back to the castle."
"As you wish," she said, bowing. "Highness." I only hope Kit will listen to me, and believe me when I say he's got a royal pardon...
"... You truly understand Kit more than I do, and I fear that for him to hear the voice of a total stranger will not let him know quickly of the matters rested in our hands. Also, I am still weakened by healing young Jonathan, so I can only bind myself to your telepathic powers as assistance, at least for now..."
Kat nodded. "In that case, speak through me. I'm afraid that I might leave out an important detail that Kit needs to know, and he must know everything about what's going on. I'm going to find him..."
She paused. "I wish I knew where to start. I can track his aura, but if he's too far, it won't work."
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Post by Vyt: Down, but Not Out on Dec 24, 2008 20:24:25 GMT -5
Still fixing her gloves, SILE prepared herself to listen to Kat. The cat would not want to take assumptions, but she began speculating that Kat's powers alone would not help them find Sir Kit. "Before I proceeded into your world, I contained the power to seize control of any living creature in the land mass I step in, granting me access to everything it senses including its thoughts. However, my magical capabilities have been reduced to a mere tenth of my powers when I have entered your realm, so I have no assurance that this ability of mine would still function in this world..."
The small metal strips on SILE's gloves began to shine a faint yellow glow. "... But even if I have been weakened earlier, I will try to access this ability for once."
SILE placed her hand on the side of her head, her fingertips the only part touching. Before closing her eyes, the cat looked at Kat with a slightly worried expression on her face. "If ever I show any signs of danger, force me to stop. I will have no control of this body if ever this goes successful, and only you can snap me out of my trance," she whispered like she was about to die.
Silence surrounded SILE and Kat. The Pink Knight concentrated her mind on a spell that would tear her mind apart if she lingered on too long.
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... The vortex...
... This is the same vortex...
... But why is it so small?
... This is no time to check, I need to find Sir Kit!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2008 3:32:15 GMT -5
When none of the Knights spoke directly to him, Wolf whirled around and kept pacing onwards towards the castle. He paid Lady Shade no heed and trusted her to either follow him or make herself more useful elsewhere. Perhaps it'd be better if she took her actions elsewhere for the time being. Wolf wouldn't object to a fair bit of aloneness at the moment.
But running away was never the answer. Though even that was a lie. Running away was the very action that had set him here, in Dunburrow, as a king. The irony. Running from one crown had landed him under another. He shook his head as he turned to his left abruptly and began climbing up the stairs into the castle itself. The guards there said nothing, though their eyes spoke plenty, and they pulled apart the doors in silence for him to pass.
The halls were dim and smokey, and his footsteps echoed around him a fair bit. But nonetheless, he kept tiring onwards. He wound his way through the halls with disbelieving ease. Either he had been to the infirmary so many times already that he knew its location by heart, or he had simply become more accustomed to the castle than he'd realised in his short time being here.
Or the crown was aiding him, leading his feet where he was meant to be. He still had suspicions on that front, after all. Ever since he'd been crowned, he occasionally felt the presence of his Knights in ways he'd not felt them before, see them in his mind's eye when before his mind's eye had been tightly shut. Yet, now that he thought of this, he hadn't felt very connected to the other Knights at all recently. He couldn't even sense Lady Shade's presence behind him right now, not that he was about to glance back to even see if she was there or not. No, he was far too angry, far too stubborn, to do that.
And then he stopped walking. He had found himself somewhere, but it certainly wasn't the infirmary.
((Shade, if you so choose, you can decide where we are. xD))
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Post by Shadaras on Dec 27, 2008 19:01:03 GMT -5
((So mote it be. ^_^ ..hope you like my choice.))
He nodded. It was an acknowledgement of kingship, that despite everything stacked against him, Wolf would do his best. Shade smiled slightly, bowing to him. Anger at Wolf for what he had done was barely worth it. But the irritation would stay, waiting for something to bring it up again. Taking a few steps back, Shade joined the rest of the knights, waiting to see what Wolf would order them to do. She doubted he’d fail to heed her warning. He was too compassionate at times, and having his ward half drowned wouldn’t have helped with that.
A slight wince on Wolf’s face, followed by a sweep of his eyes across the knights who waited there, brought Shade’s mind back to the present. As the king began speaking, Shade tensed, waiting for when he’d name her duty. Only at the end, after all the others had been spoken to, did he speak to her. He spoke her name like it was a request to her, but the resolution as he told her to come was absolute. Shade bowed to him as he picked Jonathan up, turning to follow him.
Two things stopped her. One was that the king himself stopped. The other was Kat’s question. Where was Kit? Shade smiled. It was not a very nice smile. In fact, it was a smile that promised nothing but trouble for its target. “Kit,” Shade said, speaking slowly and softly, “is in Alec’s camp.” Turning to face Kat and SILE, Shade continued, still in that soft, dangerous voice. “I told you this. Multiple times, even. Do you lack ears with which to hear, o proud and noble Archmage? No, I don’t think you do. Then do you lack a mind with which to reason? Do all the knights assembled here lack that?”
Shaking her head, Shade kept talking, her voice turning bitter and almost angry. “Perhaps Kit had the most sense of all of us,” she said. “Perhaps dealing with demons gave him a better way to deal with us. We, after all, are merely human.” Turning, Shade spread her wings, leaping into the air to catch up to the king. He had listened, at least. That was better than those knights had done. As she landed beside Wolf, her wings cast shadows to warn civilians to get out of the way.
But when Shade’s feet touched the ground, she didn’t let them fade to the smoke and shadows they were made of. It was a warning, to those who wanted one. A warning that she wasn’t feeling that nice. A warning that, despite her normal appearance, she was still half-demon and could act it. Following Wolf and matching his strides, Shade didn’t ask where they were going. It didn’t matter that much. They were weaving through the castle and its corridors, and as they veered northward, away from the infirmary she had thought they were heading to, she began to wonder.
The mystery of where they where heading was dispelled when Wolf stopped. A plain door was in front of them, labeled with the name of the knight who dwelled within. This one had a simple plate, with the name ‘Sir Ruadhan’ inscribed on it. The knight who had brought Jonathan to the castle. “Why come here, my lord?” Shade asked, irritation replaced, for now at least, with curiosity. “Couldn’t you have just sent a messenger to Ruadhan if you’d had something to say to him?”
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Post by Bacon on Dec 28, 2008 1:13:54 GMT -5
((Since I'm not sure how active Fenrix is/will be, I'm going to temporarily ignore her character...)
"Sir Bacon and Lady Fenrix, find Lady Pyro and bring her back to the castle as well. We need her aid now in more ways than a fool's errand will give us."
Sir Bacon paused, mentally wondering which of the knights Lady Pyro was, he was new after all, and had a bad memory for putting names with faces. Before the knight had a chance to recover and properly respond to the King, the latter was already walking away.
Sir Bacon turned away, trying to remember primarily who Lady Pyro was, and more importantly which direction she had gone in. At last realizing Pyro must have been the name of the Knight sent after the presumed illusions riding towards the city, Sir Bacon then scoured his memory for the direction she left in.
Settling on a rough, vague direction that he thought was right, he set off at a brisk jog without a word. Something was weighing on his mind, something deep inside, hidden behind a cloak of deja vu and familiarity. His eyes darted to the skies, wondering just how long the dark clouds had hung there.
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Post by Shadaras on Dec 28, 2008 22:47:22 GMT -5
This wasn’t an ordinary day at all, Jorn decided. First that demon-lady had come in with no warning at all. Rumours about her had trickled down. Everyone knew she’d visited Jared, but nobody knew what they’d talked about. Now there was talk of him being a summoner, or something like that. He hadn’t paid much attention to them, and besides, they hadn’t had that long to go around before the next odd thing happened. There was a shadow fast approaching. He and Ricard had reported it to the guards, and now they were waiting in its path.
Jorn shivered, seeing the shadow flit across the ground. It wasn’t natural, not at all. And as it rushed closer, he called, as Jared had told him to, “Halt! Whatever you are, come out and name yourself before you pass!” Clutching his spear, he swallowed. Beside him, Ricard was standing strong, eyes still fixed on the shadow. Despite everything, pride rose up in Jorn’s chest. For being refugees, they were making the caravan proud to have them along, more so now than ever.
((The shadow, in case it's not obvious, is Midknight. ^_^ ..and this is a short, pathetic post, but I don't really care right now.))
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Post by Kat on Dec 29, 2008 0:37:17 GMT -5
Kat nodded. "Yes, I understand. Then, shall we go?"
And to Shade, she said, "I'm sorry. It's entirely my fault I'm not paying attention. I'm thinking of so many things at once..."
The Purple Knight sighed, shaking her head. How many things would she have to screw up before getting anything right? Was her constant worry beginning to indeed cloud her judgment? She could answer these questions later.
"Will you come with me to Sir Alec's camp, SILE? Or are you staying here? You don't have to enter; you could wait somewhere else, if it would make it easier for you to cast the spell."
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Post by Vyt: Down, but Not Out on Dec 29, 2008 0:50:38 GMT -5
((Not mindless, Shade. Clueless.  ))
Shade's interjection and Kat's question were too late to stop SILE from further continuing her track. Her subconscious had already entered a portal only accessible through her mind, and only the person nearest to her could force her out. Had the cat been a second late in her progress, she would've reasoned out with a lot of possibilities about Kit's whereabouts. However, all Shade received from her in return was nothing more than silence.
The body of SILE stood still, but her soul was not. Signs of living was still present, but not her mind. It had already begun wandering about.
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... The grey tiger... Where is that grey tiger that warned us of his purpose of assassinating King Wolf?
I could not find him... Not without risking my life force to push further.
... For Dunburrow.
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"... Ugh... That inexplicably was a very disturbing process of traveling..."
The vortex SILE had entered led her to somewhere she had not been before; the place she was looking at was nothing closer to familiar by her experience. Suddenly, she felt something heavy on her arms and stretched them out to see an ordinary spear. Finally being able to fully materialize her subconscious on the mind of whoever or whatever her unpredictable magic had brought her to, she began to feel the weight of light armor around her.
Upon closer look at herself, SILE was amazed. Her magic had brought her to the mind of a young human male, and more importantly that of a simple guard.
SILE's sense of awareness exponentially dropped by then, but even in that human form, she was able to sense a shadow fast approaching her. Beside her was another human with the same outfit and weapon her body had; she quickly assumed that was a companion of the human she had possessed. Having no choice but to play along, she hoisted her spear up in such an inexperienced way.
"... May I hope that you be the grey tiger we have seen before."
((And yes, SILE entered Ricard's body. Kat, feel free to leave SILE alone, but be wary that her body might go ill in a few moments.))
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Post by KitClairvoyance on Dec 29, 2008 7:15:50 GMT -5
The reception Kit got when he reached the camp of the opposing army was cold at best. Two guards in full armour stood sentry, behind them a cabal of mages waited, all robed in the same blue-silver garments, and further beyond lay rows upon rows of tents, stables, workshops: all flying the same flag of red-yellow-red. Kit was impressed, Alec and Casandra had a sizeable army at their disposal. It almost made Dunburrow's armed forces look like a ragtag band of wanderers.
Well prepared for his arrival, the mages scryed him for magical items before escorting him to a solidly built holding tent. Hardly any light filtered through the tent's thick canvas, instead the only source of illumination came from lamps hung at regular intervals on the tent's posts, encircling its interior.
The lead mage handed him a set of robes, similar to what they were wearing.
"Change into this, hurry. Lady Casandra is on her way." The voice was unmistakably that of a woman's, though she kept her face hidden under her robe's hood.
Discarding his modesty for the urgency in her voice, Kit stripped and changed in the dimly lit tent. The robes were surprisingly comfortable, the material light and cool to the touch. Another mage took hold of his clothes and tossed them into a brown cloth bag at the side of the tent.
The purpose of the robes was twofold, Kit found. It kept his presence in the camp low-key, and the hood alongside his escort of mages prevented him from looking around too much. Still, he saw enough as he was led through the camp: soldiers marching past in tight formation, their equipment immaculately cleaned and maintained; workshops loud with the ringing of metal being hammered; even a circle of young mages being trained.
Kit's small escort brought him to yet another tent, this much smaller, but much more well furnished than the holding tent. Two impressive guards stood on either side of the entrance, their armour decorated with enchanted streaks of red amongst black. Only the female lead mage followed him inside. Within the tent, the floors were covered with rugs, a welcome relief from the hard dust roads he had been walking.
"Lady Casandra won't be long," said the female mage. Kit turned to see that she had pulled back the hood of her robe, revealing a pale face framed by hazel-blonde hair that was tucked neatly into the back of her robes. She took a seat on a bench at the side of the tent and motioned for Kit to do the same.
Silence hung between them, neither wishing to talk as they waited for Casandra's arrival.
As the female mage said, their wait wasn't long. Within minutes, Alec strode into the tent, followed by Casandra.
"Syntyche, you may leave."
The female mage got up and left unceremoniously, leaving Kit alone with Alec and Casandra. Another moment of silence passed. It was Alec who broke the silence.
"I don't see the value in this one prisoner."
"No, alone he is nothing. But he has ties, allies in other planes that can help us," Casandra replied.
Alec snorted, "we march at noon tomorrow, as long as that boy-king keeps good on his promise for supplies. Nothing in that kingdom worth going to war for. I'll see to the men, you-" he glanced at Casandra, "-you that this prisoner proves his worth for all the trouble." He gave Kit one last glance and strode out the tent.
"I won't help you," Kit said.
Casandra didn't say a word and instead took a crystal ball on the table and ran her fingers over it, before presenting it to Kit. Within was the image of Maya shackled, her limbs broken and bleeding, whip marks scarring her tender flesh.
"You-" Kit started angrily, cut off by Casandra placing a finger on his lips.
"Your king exiled you," Casandra reminded him. "I do not have your familiar, finding her was hard enough. If you help us, I'll tell you where she can be found."
"What do you want?"
"Just your cooperation when the time comes." Casandra placed the crystal ball down and snapped her fingers, one of her guards immediately entering. "Escort our guest to his tent."
Kit didn't need to be told, he got up and followed the guard without a word.
Nightfall was approaching.
His tent was simple, lit by a single lamp. In the far corner was a washbasin, filled with fresh water and a sponge. A change of robes exactly identical to that which he was wearing lay beside the washbasin. Towards the side was a makeshift bed of a rug laid out on the floor and pillow. Other than that, the tent held nothing of interest.
It had been a long day, and Kit wished to rest, but saw merit in cleaning himself - he hadn't had the chance to all day. Placing his robes in a tidy heap, he sponged himself down with the cool water, the dust and sweat from travelling most of the day coming off refreshingly with the water.
The flap of his tent ruffled as someone entered - he turned around to see Syntyche standing unabashed.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before," she reminded him, but still waited for him to pull on his robes before continuing. "Lady Casandra wishes me to watch over you during your stay with us. If you require me, I'll be in the tent next over."
"Your lady affords me quite a lot of liberties as her prisoner."
"You are broken, and while you are broken, you are harmless," Syntyche paused, the flickering of the lamp casting shadows on her face playfully, "-and she believes you to be of value. Have a good rest, summoner," she placed a finger on Kit's cheek before turning to leave.
Finally alone at last, Kit dimmed down the light in his lamp and lay to sleep, only to be interrupted once more.
"Excuse me I need you to come with me. King Wolf wishes for you to return. So please grab my hand and we will return to the kingdom, and more importantly the king, in a matter of seconds."
The messenger kept himself in the shadows, not wishing to be seen.
"Perhaps the king has forgotten why I am here in the first place. If he is so frail that he cannot be without me for more than a day, perhaps he should not be leading a kingdom," Kit replied and turned his back on the messenger, "leave now, or I'll call that eerie mage who's just a tent away."
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Post by Cyborg on Dec 29, 2008 10:29:21 GMT -5
Midknight looked at the spear holder. " Just a minute please, gosh it's so hard to get through a conversation without being threatened with some sort of pointy object now." he turned away to find Kit, than he heared the boy speak, in voice he thought he recognised." Would the voice speaking to me happen to be a knight of King Wolf's? If so, please tell me what you need. I have found Sir Kit, but first I must speak to him again. I will come back in a couple minutes."
Midknight walked over to Kit once more, still keeping to the shadows. " If you are the Sir Kit I have asked to bring to the castle, which I know you are Sir Kit. You must come with me. The King needs you, I know not for what reason, but I do know it is very imprtant you return to the castle immediately. Please make my job easier and agree to return." he stated offering his hand.
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Post by KitClairvoyance on Dec 29, 2008 11:26:03 GMT -5
Kit sat up in frustration, annoyed at the little commotion that had gathered near his tent. The furry messenger was either deaf or plain stubborn, and had attracted the attention of a pair of guards. The sound of angry stirring from Syntyche's tent indicated that she too wasn't the least bit amused by the night-time intrusions.
"I will not leave with you, and that's final!" he hissed towards the messenger before Syntyche stormed out of her tent, her robes and hair disheveled from half-sleep. Her eyes blazed with a silent fury as she confronted the pair of guards.
"You dare leave your posts before daybreak?" she snapped, her fingers tensed in restraint, "return now before lady Casandra hears of this!"
Jorn flinched visibly at the high mage's anger, the pride that had once swelled in his chest disspating as he realised how serious her threat was. Timidly, he tugged at Ricard's arm,
"Let's go," he whispered, knowing full well that sentries had been punished horribly for lesser offences. Gripping his spear in one hand, and Ricard's arm in the other, he bowed and quickly backed away from the seething mage, more than glad to be let off with just a warning. With a sigh, he let go of his slight hope of finally being recognised as more than a grunt sentry. "Geez, I've never seen her that angry before," he tried to smile nervously, leaning on his spear back at his post, "almost sure she would have had our heads then, eh Ricard?"
Back at Kit's tent, Syntyche turned up the lamp's flame, chasing out the shadows in his tent and putting the messenger into plain view. "You will leave now - tresspassing is an offence enough to put your tiny kingdom at war with our army," she said calmly, "this man is no longer under king Wolf's jurisdiction. So unless you wish to cause a war which will only end badly for king Wolf, leave." She allowed her last word to weigh heavily in the air, a command more than a suggestion.
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Post by Cyborg on Dec 29, 2008 11:59:30 GMT -5
Shado followed the pink cat person, and the purple mage. He walked up to the purple mage and nudged her, as some sort of way to tell her not to leave quite yet.
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" Fine Sir Kit, I will relay the message." Midknight stated. Suddenly the lights came on and a mage came in, very angered. " Miss, do not threaten me, or the King, it will end badly for you." He stated to the woman in a stern tone. "I can see I am no longer wanted, so I bid you both adieu." he added before disappearing.
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In seconds Midknight rappeared at Shado's side. " I'm sorry, I have bad news, Sir Kit refuses to return. I would have stayed longer, but Sir Kit began to yell attracted the attention of some woman from the camp, who proceded to threaten me, and the King."
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