"...My brood of course. You carry the image of my kind, and you even have the arrogance to break and ride one of them."
A grin appears on Jeorge's face. He begins to laugh. "Oh. Oh, I understand now. You don't know anything, do you? Have you ever talked to Gor'El? He's happy with us, happy with Xavic. I've always been told we wear this symbol because we respect dragons, respect their power. You are no dragon. A formidable weapon to be sure, one a warrior would be proud to wield, but not a dragon." He opens the door to the vault and kicks the axe through. "Goodbye, Kiril." He closes the door and leaves.
It is at this point that the shaft of the weapon begins to burn in Jeorge's hand before he dropped it, and its tendrils stretched out to prevent it from going into the vault.
"IMPUDENT MORTAL! I AM KI'RIL! FATHER OF ALL YOUR KINGDOM'S DRAGONS. I AM NO AXE! I AM A SPIRIT! YOUR FOUL MORTAL MAGICKS HAVE SEEN TO THAT MILLENIA AGO! I DEMAND TO SEE MY GRANDCHILD AT ONCE, OR I SHALL RAZE THIS ENTIRE CASTLE BY THE END OF THE FORTNIGHT!!!"
A grin appears on Jeorge's face. He begins to laugh. "Oh. Oh, I understand now. You don't know anything, do you? Have you ever talked to Gor'El? He's happy with us, happy with Xavic. I've always been told we wear this symbol because we respect dragons, respect their power. You are no dragon. A formidable weapon to be sure, one a warrior would be proud to wield, but not a dragon." He opens the door to the vault and kicks the axe through. "Goodbye, Kiril." He closes the door and leaves.
It is at this point that the shaft of the weapon begins to burn in Jeorge's hand before he dropped it, and its tendrils stretched out to prevent it from going into the vault.
"IMPUDENT MORTAL! I AM KI'RIL! FATHER OF ALL YOUR KINGDOM'S DRAGONS. I AM NO AXE! I AM A SPIRIT! YOUR FOUL MORTAL MAGICKS HAVE SEEN TO THAT MILLENIA AGO! I DEMAND TO SEE MY GRANDCHILD AT ONCE, OR I SHALL RAZE THIS ENTIRE CASTLE BY THE END OF THE FORTNIGHT!!!"
"I don't believe you can do it. Besides, I'm under orders to put you in this vault, and I have no intention of failing Lord Amvion. But you know what, Kiril? I like you. If I told Lord Amvion about you, he'd probably bury you a thousand feet deep, or throw you in the ocean. So here's what's going to happen. You're going to go into the vault. I'm going to go talk to Gor'El and Xavic. If they decide you're worth talking to, I'll bring you to them. And I won't tell Lord Amvion about your temper tanturm."
It is at this point that the shaft of the weapon begins to burn in Jeorge's hand before he dropped it, and its tendrils stretched out to prevent it from going into the vault.
"IMPUDENT MORTAL! I AM KI'RIL! FATHER OF ALL YOUR KINGDOM'S DRAGONS. I AM NO AXE! I AM A SPIRIT! YOUR FOUL MORTAL MAGICKS HAVE SEEN TO THAT MILLENIA AGO! I DEMAND TO SEE MY GRANDCHILD AT ONCE, OR I SHALL RAZE THIS ENTIRE CASTLE BY THE END OF THE FORTNIGHT!!!"
"I don't believe you can do it. Besides, I'm under orders to put you in this vault, and I have no intention of failing Lord Amvion. But you know what, Kiril? I like you. If I told Lord Amvion about you, he'd probably bury you a thousand feet deep, or throw you in the ocean. So here's what's going to happen. You're going to go into the vault. I'm going to go talk to Gor'El and Xavic. If they decide you're worth talking to, I'll bring you to them. And I won't tell Lord Amvion about your temper tanturm."
The halberd proceeded to feel insulted and stringed together a long guttural rant of a language that was definitely not Common
"I don't believe you can do it. Besides, I'm under orders to put you in this vault, and I have no intention of failing Lord Amvion. But you know what, Kiril? I like you. If I told Lord Amvion about you, he'd probably bury you a thousand feet deep, or throw you in the ocean. So here's what's going to happen. You're going to go into the vault. I'm going to go talk to Gor'El and Xavic. If they decide you're worth talking to, I'll bring you to them. And I won't tell Lord Amvion about your temper tanturm."
The halberd proceeded to feel insulted and stringed together a long guttural rant of a language that was definitely not Common
This time, Jeorge is able to firmly shut the door as he leaves.
This time, Jeorge is able to firmly shut the door as he leaves.
This is pretty much a perfect metaphor for the way my characters have been treated over the course of all these events
OOC: You're just very good at doing the exact things that make it difficult to carry out my plan. And then I have to scramble to get things back on track, which leads to me making panicky decisions about what to do with your characters.
IC: The night passes with Kiril still stuck in the vault. It is not until late in the morning that he hears the door creak open as Jeorge steps inside. "Sleep well? I'm going to take you to Gor'El. If you're seen by anyone else, you'll be back in this vault and you won't be getting back out. So no talking and no fire until I unwrap you. Is that clear?"
This is pretty much a perfect metaphor for the way my characters have been treated over the course of all these events
OOC: You're just very good at doing the exact things that make it difficult to carry out my plan. And then I have to scramble to get things back on track, which leads to me making panicky decisions about what to do with your characters.
IC: The night passes with Kiril still stuck in the vault. It is not until late in the morning that he hears the door creak open as Jeorge steps inside. "Sleep well? I'm going to take you to Gor'El. If you're seen by anyone else, you'll be back in this vault and you won't be getting back out. So no talking and no fire until I unwrap you. Is that clear?"
"You are asking to be CONFLAGRATED little knight-!" the halberd hissed in protest.
OOC: You're just very good at doing the exact things that make it difficult to carry out my plan. And then I have to scramble to get things back on track, which leads to me making panicky decisions about what to do with your characters.
IC: The night passes with Kiril still stuck in the vault. It is not until late in the morning that he hears the door creak open as Jeorge steps inside. "Sleep well? I'm going to take you to Gor'El. If you're seen by anyone else, you'll be back in this vault and you won't be getting back out. So no talking and no fire until I unwrap you. Is that clear?"
"You are asking to be CONFLAGRATED little knight-!" the halberd hissed in protest.
"Do I really need to explain this all again? If anyone -- one single person -- sees you, other than Gor'El, Xavic, or me, you will likely be consigned to something far worse than this vault. So, your options are, you do as I say and I wrap you up and take you to talk to Gor'El, or I leave now and you stay."
"You are asking to be CONFLAGRATED little knight-!" the halberd hissed in protest.
"Do I really need to explain this all again? If anyone -- one single person -- sees you, other than Gor'El, Xavic, or me, you will likely be consigned to something far worse than this vault. So, your options are, you do as I say and I wrap you up and take you to talk to Gor'El, or I leave now and you stay."
The halberd cussed him out in Draconic
"YOU INSOLENT WHELP! I AM THE HALBERD OF ONE OF YOUR TRUSTED LORDS! YOU SHOULD REVERE ME AS A SACRED ARTIFACT OF DRACONIC ORIGIN!"
"Do I really need to explain this all again? If anyone -- one single person -- sees you, other than Gor'El, Xavic, or me, you will likely be consigned to something far worse than this vault. So, your options are, you do as I say and I wrap you up and take you to talk to Gor'El, or I leave now and you stay."
The halberd cussed him out in Draconic
"YOU INSOLENT WHELP! I AM THE HALBERD OF ONE OF YOUR TRUSTED LORDS! YOU SHOULD REVERE ME AS A SACRED ARTIFACT OF DRACONIC ORIGIN!"
Well it was at this point it set about setting fire to as many things as it possibly could in an angry fit.
Ackar could probably tell what was going on by now and banged on his cell door
"YOU FOOLS! WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!!"
This vault, so deep below the castle, is one of the few rooms in the current construction not built entirely out of wood. Other items in the room begin to catch fire, as does the door eventually. From there, it slowly spreads, not the all-consuming conflagration that Kiril had hoped for, but still dangerous. Amvion quickly mobilizes servants and soldiers to contain the flames, and while they are able to halt its progress, they are not able to turn it back entirely. As smoke fills the halls, a young man bursts into the vault, coughing. Kiril recognizes Xavic, the Dragon Rider. "Gor'El would have words with you."
Well it was at this point it set about setting fire to as many things as it possibly could in an angry fit.
Ackar could probably tell what was going on by now and banged on his cell door
"YOU FOOLS! WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!!"
This vault, so deep below the castle, is one of the few rooms in the current construction not built entirely out of wood. Other items in the room begin to catch fire, as does the door eventually. From there, it slowly spreads, not the all-consuming conflagration that Kiril had hoped for, but still dangerous. Amvion quickly mobilizes servants and soldiers to contain the flames, and while they are able to halt its progress, they are not able to turn it back entirely. As smoke fills the halls, a young man bursts into the vault, coughing. Kiril recognizes Xavic, the Dragon Rider. "Gor'El would have words with you."
"AND I WITH HIM-" the halberd boasted, screeching.
This vault, so deep below the castle, is one of the few rooms in the current construction not built entirely out of wood. Other items in the room begin to catch fire, as does the door eventually. From there, it slowly spreads, not the all-consuming conflagration that Kiril had hoped for, but still dangerous. Amvion quickly mobilizes servants and soldiers to contain the flames, and while they are able to halt its progress, they are not able to turn it back entirely. As smoke fills the halls, a young man bursts into the vault, coughing. Kiril recognizes Xavic, the Dragon Rider. "Gor'El would have words with you."
"AND I WITH HIM-" the halberd boasted, screeching.
"Then let's cool it with the flames so I can bring you to him."
