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 Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 3:36 pm
Without knowing I'm alone underneath this moonlight
I've got a feeling that fragile things are being moved far off
By the power of always believing you'll be near me
I called out only your name
Inside this light...
On nights where it's like I can't catch hold of anything
There isn't a day I don't think about it -Cyric- Cyric looked at the 'messenger', not exactly liking the smug look on his face. Baroness Charolais...how the sound of that name simply turned his blood. Many remorse memories about that..sly woman Cyric did not want to recall. He couldn't help but eye Garthal in the most suspicious way ever, but when he reached for the note, Cyric had to raise a hand in command to stop or don't move. The note from his commander..
"Read it." Cyric demanded.
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I've been searching for the future forever.
I've been searching for the future with you
You quietly gazed at me
Call out my name underneath this moonlight
I promise I'll go see you, no matter where
To your side
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 5:41 pm
 He smiled. "Right away."
"Dear Estarcian king, It appears part of your force has wandered into my city. They are now my prisoners. I'll make this easy for you. Order your troops to cease their attack, surrender yourself as my prisoner, and my captives shall not be killed. You have until the sun is gone to decide. If you do not, then I will kill them, starting with the commander."
Garthal lowered the message and looked up. "And judging by the sky, I'd say you have about three hours before he kills them." He then looked the king in the eyes. "Course, this really isn't much of a hard decision for you, is it? It's not just your commander in there, after all. There's the Learanians, too." The captain shrugged. "I wonder what the newly crowned child king would do if he found out you abandoned them... you know, what with the alliance between your countries being fragile as it is and all. Could you live with the repercussions... king?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 5:56 pm
Without knowing I'm alone underneath this moonlight
I've got a feeling that fragile things are being moved far off
By the power of always believing you'll be near me
I called out only your name
Inside this light...
On nights where it's like I can't catch hold of anything
There isn't a day I don't think about it -Cyric-
T-Three hours to decide. Coward Mordacheans! Every last one of them! Cyric couldn't stand the thought of surrendering to the likes of them. However, this foul being had a point...it wasn't just Estarcia's people in there...Learanians were in there as well. The king gritted his teeth, squeezing his grip on the reign until his nails dug into his palm.
"You..." Cyric snarled. "Foul, loathesome cockroaches!" he wanted every bit just to tear this person apart. However, he was not his target...it was Garthall's commander. The more Cyric thought about it, the more his blood boiled. The sheer thought of surrender..! He could hear the troops behind him, arguing with each other whether or not their king should surrender. After a while, Cyric growled. "SILENCE!" shutting up his troops and commanding officers. He didn't have a choice, not at this point...there were no proof that they were alive, so how did he know this person was telling the truth? They could already be dead for all he knew.
Would they let them go?
If he surrendered, would they be free to go?
It was him these b*****d Mordacheans wanted, right? How could he be sure his words were true? This was the enemy they were dealing with....Mordacheans....
Time was ticking as he pondered the thoughts rapidly. The murmuring behind him picking up once more. He could hear Tanya and Cecil trying to silence them.
Finally, Cyric..with the most painful expression on his face anybody has ever seen...closed his eyes......stepped down from Ronan.....and ever so painfully....dropped his bow to his side.
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I've been searching for the future forever.
I've been searching for the future with you
You quietly gazed at me
Call out my name underneath this moonlight
I promise I'll go see you, no matter where
To your side
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 6:52 pm
Garthal watched the bow fall and then glanced up to the king. "Good choice. Especially since... given the outburst, my commander notes in the message that your time to decide was to be cut in half. But I guess you didn't need it." The captain turned his horse around and got ready to head back. "Now tell your dogs to back off and go give the order to cease their attack for you. Then, follow me..."
He was oddly calm about just letting the king ride to the city with him. He didn't tie the king up or anything, he had confidence that Cyric was an honest man and would cooperate. It was that trait that brought him into his current situation, after all. Once in the city, surely, the king could try something sneaky... except that there were archers aiming at him from all around and they did not hide themselves, either.
Garthal led the king down the street and brought him to the prison. It was a somewhat sunken building next to the town center. The barracks was across the street from it. It was not terribly close to residential houses, but close enough to them. Like most prisons, in Learania at least, it was set up to use magical barriers, cast by mages, in the event of emergencies. Mordache utilized this to their own advantage. Once the captain and the captive arrived at the prison, the dark mages released the barrier and a pair of soldiers came out to secure the king. Garthal dismounted and began to walk inside. "Take him inside and search him." he commanded the soldiers. "Right this way, Your Highness..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 7:08 pm
Without knowing I'm alone underneath this moonlight
I've got a feeling that fragile things are being moved far off
By the power of always believing you'll be near me
I called out only your name
Inside this light...
On nights where it's like I can't catch hold of anything
There isn't a day I don't think about it -Cyric- Tanya and Cecil both stood outside the gate, when they tried to follow..the door closed. They got what they wanted, so where was the rest of the people! "Cecil, Ride back to the capital! I don't know how we'll fare with just a few hundred soldiers..but likely...oh I don't want to think about it, just go!" Like before, they were trapped outside with no way in..this time..with their king.
Cyric obediently followed Garthall to a place he knew all too well, the prison. After all...Estarcia's King was now Mordache's prisoner. He would punch him just to make himself feel better...but that would put him in a terrible situation. Those archers? Not a happy sight to see when you surrendered yourself in enemy territory.
He was lead down a set of stairs and had his stuff searched. Elixer and vulunery were confiscated before they ever so rudely shoved him in a cell with other prisoners. The cell door slammed shut behind him with a loud 'clank'. Cyric didn't turn around...instead, moved toward the center while everone else crowded or hugged the wall. He sat down where he was, on his knees, back to the door. What he did was probably a very stupid move, Cyric admitted that. However, with the prisoners he sees now...and Horatio....Horatio and Learanian's volunteers no where in sight. Cyric clenched his fist, there was nothing else he could do at this point. He, like everybody in this cell....was a prisoner.
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I've been searching for the future forever.
I've been searching for the future with you
You quietly gazed at me
Call out my name underneath this moonlight
I promise I'll go see you, no matter where
To your side
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 8:42 pm
 →→→→→→The hands I'd kept clean→→→→→→Now look dirty→→→→→→Before I can doubt my memories→→→→→→My memories are doubting me...The city really was deserted. There was the odd Mordachean soldier walking about, sure, but other than that, the city was completely devoid of life. No dogs, no cats, not even any mice, by what she could see; only the odd bird high above the city and out of the reach of even the farthest-flying arrows graced Arajudia with its presence. And it was ******** creepy.
The Raven paused as she heard footsteps approaching from somewhere behind her. It was more activity than she'd heard outside their brief spell of combat since long before arriving outside Arajudia, but since only a select few of them had entered the gates... She crouched further into the shadows, wings folding neatly to her back as she watched Mordachean soldiers move down the street. Along for the ride was a man in black armor, contrasting to his snow-white hair, and...
King Cyric? Her eyes widened, face simultaneously puzzled and angered. Oh, ********> hell , what happened now?! She followed them silently through the streets of the abandoned city, sticking to alleyways and other locations with heavy shadow. They stopped at the center of the city, in front of a building that sat much shorter than the others around it. Must be multiple basement levels... Her eyes scanned the area, form wrapped in her black wings, hidden in the shadows of a nearby alley. Barracks nearby, must be some sort of prison here... mages at the corners. This isn't going to be easy. Goddammit, Cyric, if you hadn't have gone and given yourself up like this, we might have a better chance here...!
"Take him inside and search him. Right this way, Your Highness..."
She had heard enough. Annis' pointed ear twitched as she spread her wings out, then set off in the other direction, noiseless over the cobblestones. If any of the soldiers had happened to look, unless they noticed that the layer of dirt and dust in that particular alley was suddenly unsettled and invisibly floating in the shadowed air, there would be no sign of her having even been around in the first place.
Annis wasted no time in returning to the house, finding it after two failed attempts to remember which house with corpses in front of it, precisely, they had holed up in. She slipped in wordlessly, closing the door behind her before running a gloved hand through her hair.
"Bad news, everyone!" she said breathlessly, and though she was grinning, her eyes hadn't quite gotten the memo and looked concerned. "So Cyric's in the city. With the Mordacheans. Being lead into their prison. ...Without weapons." She paused. "Yeah, so now we're not just freeing the Learanian soldiers and citizens, we're also saving the Estarcian king. Sorry, Horatio."
Annis held her palms up and smiled sheepishly. "But hey, the messenger's not dead, right?"
Another pause. "...Yeah, in any case, we really should come up with a plan. I don't think they have any intention on killing him, he's too big a bargaining chip to play with and they were treating him way too nicely to intend on merely killing him later. But if we bring in everyone from outside, that's only gonna trip some kind of alarm they've got going, right?" Annis rubbed her chin thoughtfully, then looked around the room at the company she now found herself in. "Any of you good at dealing with dark magicians?".  We're mirrors, both of us←←←←←←
Reflecting each other's karma←←←←←←
Our dirty hands will touch←←←←←←
And we'll know its shape...←←←←←←
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 5:20 pm
Chince had been sneaking through the alleys carefully paying attention to the sound of footsteps, making sure to never go down a path where there was no cover. She had seen the group marching the king along meaning that Annis would have noticed the procession. Chince debated scouting out for any other entrances or heading back. Chince was lucky to have speed, luck, and a small figure. She could probably make it to the king alone or with one or two others. She decided to head back and discuss the options.
Arriving at the end of Annis's announcement Chince walked in and added her two cents
"Prisons are design so to make it harder out, than in." She smiled, "Baby could break into prison, but army can't get out." She tried putting emphasis on the idea that it was easy getting in.
"If we get prisoners armed, we are hold out for while. Don't want many to do that. If others stand gaurd entrance, then hold out, we rejoin and escape."
She was drawing in the dust, something that explained slightly better.
Her plan was for one or two people to make it in undetected, free the prisoners, and start fighting their way up, while the rest protected their ascent by stopping reinforcements at the top. If they held out long enough, there would be enough weapons up their to arm any survivors and the king. It was a matter of fighting out of the city from there.
"There is chance that King army outside walls, and prisoned soldiers know secret out."
Working on a new drawing, she drew a shape that roughly resembled Arajudia, and marked a lot of tiny dots outside for the army. She then drew little lines running through the walls to show possible hidden passages.
"If nobility was ever live here, then there are many more way out then we see. But enemey might know them to"
Chince's mind wandered to tunnels, sewers, hidden doors, and warp pads from her home town that could transfer the king and his family, and his personal army anywhere in town. If they could find one, they might be able to escape.
Chince looked at her drawings content with her ideas.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 3:47 pm
ﻬ Horatio ﻬ
▫ ▪Altiplos Warrior▪ ▫ There were no objections from Horatio in Annis's idea to fly ahead. He came to trust the raven's flying speed after seeing her just the few moments he did in battle. The warrior kept a note in his mind to look for Clara, when it was mentioned she was missing. Losing a part of an ally's volunteer force sure wouldn't reflect good on him. He simply nodded. "Go on ahead."
And just like Annis said, the group wasn't waiting long for their winged messenger to return with news. Unfortunately, it wasn't good news. He about froze when he heard it.
"No! My Liege- ... Cyric, in the enemy's hands?! I... I have to save him!" Horatio's thoughts raced, filled to the brim with panic. He shook his head, trying to think rationally. "Wait, that's wrong. We have to save him! I can't free him on my own!"
"Don't worry, I don't shoot messengers." Horatio said out loud when he calmed his own mind just enough to speak. "And dark mages? If I arm myself with a bow and arrow, I can take them out easily. All I have to do is shoot before they cast." he didn't want to mention that it might be a risk with his low resistance. It was a risk he was willing to take.⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹ My hammer forges new hope,
My bow strikes for glory.
May I bring you both,
My liege, my country!
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 5:00 pm
Ziaram  You may call me useless for the fact that I am learning swordsmanship with my left arm "We may not know if the prisoners are still alive right now. All we can do is find out by checking that prison. Sure it may seem like a trap but I don't see any alternative." There really wasn't any other reply for his question.
The others took off, so there was time to think. They would be spotted easily with the way they were. They also needed to get rest sometime but that would have to wait. Once the two that went out to scout came back, there wasn't any good news. So now they have the king. We will have to get him away from their clutches.
Then came the question about dealing with dark mages. Well he could have dealt with them if he had a magical weapon. The only problem was that he didn't have one. His attention was then brought to Lena. If they could pull the same trick they did with the archers then...he could help as well. "Hey Lena, you have anymore uses of your warp staff?" He kindly asked her. If she did, then all that would need to be done is have Horatio and one other to be warped near those mages.
Taking a quick glance outside, he went out, stripping the nearest soldier of his armor and bringing it inside. "The Mordacheans are looking for our group. However here is what I propose: We can sneak around like we have been doing or we don their armor and go around being like them. We could get closer to finding the prison this way and freeing King Cyric." With the warp staff, they could go around easier, and possibly catch the soldiers by surprise as well. I say that this is just another challenge for me to overcome while my arm is recovering
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 6:50 pm
→→→→→→The hands I'd kept clean→→→→→→Now look dirty→→→→→→Before I can doubt my memories→→→→→→My memories are doubting me...Annis nodded once to Chince's comments backing up what she had said, holding back a smile. The girl sounded nuttier than a bag of trail mix, but it hid a certain level of common sense and level of deduction she couldn't help but appreciate. Nice to see someone who could reasonably handle themselves when things got tits up.
"Chince sounds about right. Get rid of the barrier maidens, get someone or a couple of people inside to free the prisoners and arm them while everyone else holds off the Mordacheans, then we find an escape route to regroup with Cyric's men and take on the soldiers as one big team. It could work."
She walked over to Horatio as Ziaram chimed in, asking Lena about her Warp staff and bringing in Mordachean armor while she patted the bulky Warrior on the shoulder. "By the way, you need to calm down. You look like you're about ready to jump out of your skin." She offered him a little smile and squeezed the same shoulder gently, just a slight tightening of her grip on his muscles, before releasing it, hands on her hips. "You and I could try to get the prisoners out, maybe, while the others start the action? You can make sure that your king is safe that way, and... Ziaram, that's a good idea," she abruptly addressed the swordsman, eyebrows drawing together in self-contained consternation, "But that's not going to work for me unless you've got some nifty armor pieces in there that make wings invisible."
She brushed her hair off of her face, looking around. "If she can get Horatio warped on top of the prison, or inside it, and I can follow him in, we can take out any of the guards where the prisoners are being kept and hurry through getting them their armor while everyone else holds the soldiers at bay. Whoever goes in to help the prisoners is going to need back-up, and I've already fought side-by-side with Horatio once so far." We're mirrors, both of us←←←←←←
Reflecting each other's karma←←←←←←
Our dirty hands will touch←←←←←←
And we'll know its shape...←←←←←←
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 8:08 pm
ﻬ Horatio ﻬ
▫ ▪Altiplos Warrior▪ ▫ Horatio looked Annis in the eye when she made the gesture to calm him. Had he displayed his own weakness so openly, or was she merely worried for him? Maybe it was a little bit of both. Horatio managed to look her back in the eye as a sign of his own respect. "Thank you for your concern, Annis. I know I have to be strong for His Majesty and the others here, but just thinking about King Cyric in Mordache's hands... it got me uneasy."
The redhead sighed after getting his emotions out. He had to admit, he did feel the problems weigh less upon his mind when he got them out. Horatio wasn't alone. He still had the Learanians and all their strategies! Listening in on Ziaram and Chince, as well as Annis's suggestion, he couldn't help but crack a tiny grin.
"If Lena's warp staff still has magic left in it, I'd be more than honored to be the first one inside the prison." Horatio agreed with that part of the plan, nodding, and then turned to Ziaram. "Maybe your plan to act like the enemy can still happen! You, Chince, Lena, and Clara, when you find her can get in the prison using the disguises, and reinforce me and Annis when the time is right."
Horatio then crossed his arms, speaking out loud. "We might not want to rely too much on the captured Learanian soldiers to fight though. Who knows how long they've been imprisoned, or how they've been treated? Even if we arm them to help us, we'll have to protect them as much as possible. I'd hate for them all to be casualties. I'm sure my liege would agree with me here."⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹ My hammer forges new hope,
My bow strikes for glory.
May I bring you both,
My liege, my country!
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 6:07 pm
 Really, fighting was all good and fun, but not when one was losing.... And it really didn't look like the situation was working in the group's favor.... As lacking in strategic skill Mia was, even she couldn't overlook that the king being kidnapped was a bad bad thing indeed.... And if they were considering arming prisoners, who were really in no condition to fight, then they were in a bad situation.
She didn't like the idea of arming people- most of them probably wouldn't know how to fight, and the ones who did probably were too worse for wear to hold out long against the onslaught that would come.... Nope, the idea of breaking into prison was much better.... And even that was still a risky idea.
Mia beamed with excitement- she couldn't help it, even in a bad situation the thought of a chance to test and improve her skills made her very happy... And she'd rather have been happy than to be miserable about the situation they were in.
That said, she knew better than to underestimate her enemy- considering the position they were already in, a mistake like that could have been fatal.... What to do what to do....
"I wanna be in the prison team too!" Mia exclaimed without thinking very much about it, "Whichever team's gonna fight more.... errr... I mean, whatever team you want me on, Bossman!" She glanced at Horatio as she quickly added that last part- she didn't know how he took people questioning his leadership... And sure, she pushed Ike around all the time, but this guy wasn't Ike, so she'd have to be more careful about what she said.
{Sorry I haven't posted in forever, life ate me alive. o-o I'm really busy now, but Ima try to keep posting~}
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 8:00 pm
"I cannot bear to watch others come to harm...
Lena looked at her staff and noticed the few marks damaging it. She had not used it very much, but it still put great pressure on the craftsmanship. Still, she could have maybe three uses even if it was almost tearing to two so long as she focused well enough, so she knew there was enough to complete the task.
The healer took a breath and looked around. A lot of fighting from the others did seem to mar their weapons with how many enemies there was, and even though they fought well, if any of their weapons broke, skill would not be enough to get by. Even if everyone said they were fine, Lena's pride as a healer would still need to make sure they were in top health and equipped well.
"I can get you there. At most it will leave be a bit vulnerable, and I apologize for my weakness, but I can get you that far," she said calmly, looking at everyone in the room. "Everyone, especially those going in first, please let me fix any ailments you have. Be it a small cut on your finger or a dent in your blades, let me try to take care of it. I want everyone back," she said sternly, praying to God their plan would work well.
"I have faith this can work, but I still have to help more by than just by sending people of to fight and get hurt. You are a good person to follow, please let me do more than use Warp on them," the redhead pleaded to Ziaram, knowing that there was only so much time to spare for her to heal everyone.
... knowing I have the power to help." (I'm sorry, as well! I was at my Aunt's...)
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 6:40 pm
ﻬ Horatio ﻬ
▫ ▪Altiplos Warrior▪ ▫ Turning around, Horatio realized he had left one person out of the discussion. "Ah, Mia! How could I forget you? I think that you'd do well with Annis and I, being able to catch up with us so fast. We could use someone of your speed." He said proudly. "Being fast is one of the keys to mounting a surprise attack! Surprise is our greatest element now, since we lack the numbers for a proper siege."
"Ah, it's good to hear you'll have the power to aid us, Lena! Without a cleric like you, I don't know where we'd be." The Estarcian told her sincerely. "If it eases your mind, you can use your heal staff on us before you cast that warp spell. I'm sorry if the company and I have been reckless and worried you, but we have a lot to fight for. We can't afford to slow down." he said to her with a calm, serious tone.
"Everyone! We have our strategy and the means to carry it out. Good luck out there." Horatio announced to the troop. "Ziaram, make sure you find Clara before you sneak in with the enemy's armor, and brief her on our plans. Let's make this battle a victorious one!" Horatio then gave a confident smile, taking his bow and arrow off his back. He took an arrow and pointed upwards. "Learania and Estarcia Alliance... MOVE OUT!!" He ordered. That was the cue for them to split, and for Lena to give whatever healing necessary before the big warp.⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹ My hammer forges new hope,
My bow strikes for glory.
May I bring you both,
My liege, my country!
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 7:09 pm
A Mordachean soldier paced down his route of the prison. He had been assigned to be a guard almost right after they had claimed the city. Patrolling the halls and seeing all the pathetic faces was beginning to make him sick. They all looked the same; their faces were mere replications of one another. Most of the prisoners had been locked up for months, and suffice it to say, Mordache does not treat its prisoners to elegant banquets or fluffy pillows. Per Commander Vern's orders, they were merely kept so that their value did not lower. The patrolling soldier did not think the filth deserved the time of day.
As he met up with a companion, he glanced over into the cell beside him. He glared at the prisoner's wings. "Tch.... would ya look at that. We're harboring those monsters now. Just look at it, hiding in that human form, just dying to shift and kill everyone."
"Well, that's why it's in a cell by itself." the other guard replied.
The angry guard scowled. "Why should we waste time and food keeping this thing alive and well? It deserves death!"
"You know why." the other calmly said. "These shifters are valuable to sell as slaves to Sentria. Since nearly all the rest of these prisoners are being gradually shipped back home to be slaves, Commander Vern wants to rake in a profit on whoever he can. And because the Baroness doesn't want any of these things in her country, this one'll be sold to the Serpent Fang at a nice price."
The angry soldier turned and took a step towards the cell. He glared down at the hawk boy with intensive hate. "A life of slavery is still more than it deserves." He then turned suddenly and stomped off, to continue his rounds.
"...And here I thought I did not have any stupid people in my force." came a voice behind the stationed guard. Commander Vern gracefully stepped into the light of the torches. "I predict that he will not live very long because of that." He looked over to the guard. "Would you kindly escort me to where our newest guest is being held?"
The guard jumped to attention and saluted his commander. After affirming his order, he hastily lit the way to the Estarcian king's cell. Along the way, they passed other cells. The Learanian soldiers did not even move at the sight of the Mordachean commander. Their hope was all but gone. Once at the cell, the guard stood to the side and allowed Vern to approach. The commander stood with chin up and looked down at the back of the king. He noticed some others looking at him, who were not soldiers, but paid them no heed. Aside from the Estarcian, the only other person in his cell that was not a Learanian soldier was some girl. The other non-soldiers were in different cells, and the Arajudian civilians were being kept on the floor beneath them.
"It was very gracious of you to come so willingly, Estarcian." Vern said, careful not to address him as a king in front of the other prisoners. "I'm really not sure if you're incredibly smart or incredibly stupid. Either way, I have big plans for you; so rest assured, you will be kept alive. Even if you were to kill yourself, there'd be no way for anybody outside of these walls to know." He paused and then grinned slightly. "If you're wondering about your officer, he's not here, but he and the others shall be dealt with very soon. I promise you." He turned away and prepared to leave, but stopped for one final attempt to get a rise out of the man. "I suppose the reason I came down here was to thank you. Because of you, the end is near, and Mordache shall claim its victory. Perhaps... you shall go down in history as a hero to our country. I look forward to see what the future holds." With that, Vern turned and began to walk away, leaving the dagger in the imprisoned king's back.[Ok prisoners, you are free to post! Finally!]
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