Suave Intent
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- Feb 1, 2002
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The castle was damp and humid during the summertime. Even at night, under the eerie glow cast from the lit torches, the palace was stifling and uncomfortable. No longer was this a place of jubilation, nor had it been for the last few years. War had consumed the entire continent, and even the royalty who had provoked the fighting now began to feel the pinch of war. Battle after battle had been fought, and the land of Aleutia had begun to lose hope in their kingdom’s supposedly easy victory over the enemy. If anything, the tenacity and vigor that ran through the veins of those they fought had many speaking of an inevitable surrender. Those cries quickly fell silent. Within the span of a month, word had spread of a warrior whose exploits and victories had the Aleutian’s calling him the “Golden Noble.” The tides of war had changed, and once again the people grew arrogant and prideful in their reliance upon the one general. Thus when news had spread of his capture, turmoil ensued.
“It isn’t right! The life of one man cannot outweigh the life of another. My Lord…I beseech you to reconsider the consequences of your actions. If we fail to…” but before the man was able to continue his speech, the glare of the King silenced any further argument and sent a rather spine-tingling chill throughout the other’s body. He was, after all, only a servant, and the casual manner in which he dared to speak infringed on the nobility and dignity that the King possessed. Had there been anyone else in company, the punishment would have been severe.
“I understand your concerns, Thomas, and I have pondered upon the matter for quite some time. There are two ways to look at this, and I think that you’ll find both of them to be…rather favorable. If we mount a rescue effort and are successful in freeing my son, the morale of our people will rise substantially, and nothing can stop us in our conquest over Tristan. And if we fail…” the king’s voice suddenly grew solemn as his back was turned towards Thomas, “we will make him into a martyr, and our people will want vengeance. Either way, the advantage will belong to us.”
Far away from the conspiracy and deceit that ran rampant within the Aleutian hierarchy, Prince Allan sat tethered to a simple wooden chair while being held on the edge of consciousness. The snap of bones echoed throughout the room while loud grunts and moans of pain spilled forth from chapped and bloodied lips. It had been several hours since he had been brought in for interrogation, and the continued brutality that was administered to his already beaten form would have caused sympathy within any who viewed him. Crimson vitae dripped from his cheeks like sweat, and his skin had turned various shades of purple from the bruising and swelling of bone and muscle. If death were the only release from the pain, he would have welcomed it within an instant.
His prayers were to be answered, or so he thought, for the vision of beauty that walked before him could only be described as that of an angel. His sight was hazy and his mind was numb with pain, but he could not stop from staring at the divine creature as she moved slowly towards him. Golden hair framed the delicate features of her face as hazel eyes of the purest innocence stared deeply into his soul. A touch of sadness was hinted from the curve of scarlet lips, and Allan felt that he would have given his soul to the devil himself just to make her smile. Beauty and grace as exquisite as her own should never have been tampered with a frown.
No words could have ever hoped to convey the ethereal elegance that he witnessed before him, but something deep inside forced him to use what little strength remained to speak his appreciation of her company. His voice was barely coherent in his current condition, but he made sure to talk slowly so that his gratitude would be known. “I know that God exists and watches over me, for he has sent an Angel to guide me through the darkness and into the light.” Azure eyes slowly moved up to meet her gaze, but it was only for a brief moment before the darkness consumed his entire being. The last image that graced his vision just before the shadows embraced him was that of the radiant beauty looking down upon him...that sad smile still visible through the light of a flickering flame.
War had consumed everything Talia held dear, yet she was still forced to smile through the sadness and tears and to present herself within a manner befitting her stature. The people relied on her beauty and strength to survive during these trying times, and no matter how great the desire was to just give up and run away from it all, she couldn’t handle the thought of letting her people down. Even when her fiancé had fallen under the sword of the “Golden Noble,” Talia had addressed her people with a radiant smile and encouraging words. Never in her life had she felt more vulnerable and pathetic than at that moment. Ever since the loss of her beloved Christian, her life seemed to be spiraling out of control and into an endless abyss. Happiness was as foreign to her as to the nation responsible for this war, and she just wished that it would all come to an end.
Trumpets blared to life in a cacophony of excitement and the cheers of thousands echoed within the Kingdom walls of Tristan. The clamor roused Talia from her slumber, and curiosity led her to her balcony where she viewed what all the noise was about. Silk adorned her lovely frame today, and standing within the brilliant sunlight of a cloudless morning, she appeared almost insubstantial; a spirit who was sent to simply observe the trivial affairs of mankind but not at all belonging. She didn’t have to look very long to find the source of all the commotion, but even she could not help but be appalled at what she viewed…
She had felt sadness, no pity, at the spectacle that her Kingdom had made of Allan; however, after finding out that it was the person responsible for the death of her husband-to-be, the pity had quickly waned. Now here she was…guards drunk at their watch and the vulnerable Prince ready for the execution he deserved. Her hands rested behind her back as she slowly circled the beaten prince…a knife held painfully tight as she readied herself to take justice on the man who had made her life a living Hell. But as he opened his eyes to look to her…to speak to her with such kind words induced from his exhausted state…she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Tears started to burn her beautiful eyes as the knife came clashing to the ground…she was just too weak…
OOC
Currently, this thread is going to involve myself and Red...but later into the story, there will be a place for more players, so those who follow it will definitely have a chance to join in. Have a nice day, and I hope you guys enjoy! Oh yeah, if you're interested in joining, please send me a PM with the char you'd like to play and we'll see what we can do!
“It isn’t right! The life of one man cannot outweigh the life of another. My Lord…I beseech you to reconsider the consequences of your actions. If we fail to…” but before the man was able to continue his speech, the glare of the King silenced any further argument and sent a rather spine-tingling chill throughout the other’s body. He was, after all, only a servant, and the casual manner in which he dared to speak infringed on the nobility and dignity that the King possessed. Had there been anyone else in company, the punishment would have been severe.
“I understand your concerns, Thomas, and I have pondered upon the matter for quite some time. There are two ways to look at this, and I think that you’ll find both of them to be…rather favorable. If we mount a rescue effort and are successful in freeing my son, the morale of our people will rise substantially, and nothing can stop us in our conquest over Tristan. And if we fail…” the king’s voice suddenly grew solemn as his back was turned towards Thomas, “we will make him into a martyr, and our people will want vengeance. Either way, the advantage will belong to us.”
Far away from the conspiracy and deceit that ran rampant within the Aleutian hierarchy, Prince Allan sat tethered to a simple wooden chair while being held on the edge of consciousness. The snap of bones echoed throughout the room while loud grunts and moans of pain spilled forth from chapped and bloodied lips. It had been several hours since he had been brought in for interrogation, and the continued brutality that was administered to his already beaten form would have caused sympathy within any who viewed him. Crimson vitae dripped from his cheeks like sweat, and his skin had turned various shades of purple from the bruising and swelling of bone and muscle. If death were the only release from the pain, he would have welcomed it within an instant.
His prayers were to be answered, or so he thought, for the vision of beauty that walked before him could only be described as that of an angel. His sight was hazy and his mind was numb with pain, but he could not stop from staring at the divine creature as she moved slowly towards him. Golden hair framed the delicate features of her face as hazel eyes of the purest innocence stared deeply into his soul. A touch of sadness was hinted from the curve of scarlet lips, and Allan felt that he would have given his soul to the devil himself just to make her smile. Beauty and grace as exquisite as her own should never have been tampered with a frown.
No words could have ever hoped to convey the ethereal elegance that he witnessed before him, but something deep inside forced him to use what little strength remained to speak his appreciation of her company. His voice was barely coherent in his current condition, but he made sure to talk slowly so that his gratitude would be known. “I know that God exists and watches over me, for he has sent an Angel to guide me through the darkness and into the light.” Azure eyes slowly moved up to meet her gaze, but it was only for a brief moment before the darkness consumed his entire being. The last image that graced his vision just before the shadows embraced him was that of the radiant beauty looking down upon him...that sad smile still visible through the light of a flickering flame.
War had consumed everything Talia held dear, yet she was still forced to smile through the sadness and tears and to present herself within a manner befitting her stature. The people relied on her beauty and strength to survive during these trying times, and no matter how great the desire was to just give up and run away from it all, she couldn’t handle the thought of letting her people down. Even when her fiancé had fallen under the sword of the “Golden Noble,” Talia had addressed her people with a radiant smile and encouraging words. Never in her life had she felt more vulnerable and pathetic than at that moment. Ever since the loss of her beloved Christian, her life seemed to be spiraling out of control and into an endless abyss. Happiness was as foreign to her as to the nation responsible for this war, and she just wished that it would all come to an end.
Trumpets blared to life in a cacophony of excitement and the cheers of thousands echoed within the Kingdom walls of Tristan. The clamor roused Talia from her slumber, and curiosity led her to her balcony where she viewed what all the noise was about. Silk adorned her lovely frame today, and standing within the brilliant sunlight of a cloudless morning, she appeared almost insubstantial; a spirit who was sent to simply observe the trivial affairs of mankind but not at all belonging. She didn’t have to look very long to find the source of all the commotion, but even she could not help but be appalled at what she viewed…
She had felt sadness, no pity, at the spectacle that her Kingdom had made of Allan; however, after finding out that it was the person responsible for the death of her husband-to-be, the pity had quickly waned. Now here she was…guards drunk at their watch and the vulnerable Prince ready for the execution he deserved. Her hands rested behind her back as she slowly circled the beaten prince…a knife held painfully tight as she readied herself to take justice on the man who had made her life a living Hell. But as he opened his eyes to look to her…to speak to her with such kind words induced from his exhausted state…she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Tears started to burn her beautiful eyes as the knife came clashing to the ground…she was just too weak…
OOC
Currently, this thread is going to involve myself and Red...but later into the story, there will be a place for more players, so those who follow it will definitely have a chance to join in. Have a nice day, and I hope you guys enjoy! Oh yeah, if you're interested in joining, please send me a PM with the char you'd like to play and we'll see what we can do!
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