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What if *I* was the small creature all along?
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V.1.26 (House of Caecilius Iucundus); 4091: Whoever loves, let him flourish. Let him perish who knows not love. Let him perish twice over whoever forbids love.
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The paladin watched in mild horror as the situation suddenly got out of hand. Suddenly there was fighting, and chaos, and all those horrible things the Grandmaster had told them to watch out for. Desperately, he tried to recall the instructions on necessary force.
"Alright that's it!" he shouted, pulling out a scroll. He opened it up and began reading off of the page. "You are now under arrest under the authority of His Excellency the King Talt of Eward! You have the right to shelter, and advocate of your race, and a trial upon the date of your choosing! Trials are between magical scrying, combat, or by the holy book! You have the right to remain silent, but a lie in court is highly illegal, as stated in section 92 of part 5 of the Code of Law!" Nobody, however, seemed to notice.
"Alright that's it!" he shouted, pulling out a scroll. He opened it up and began reading off of the page. "You are now under arrest under the authority of His Excellency the King Talt of Eward! You have the right to shelter, and advocate of your race, and a trial upon the date of your choosing! Trials are between magical scrying, combat, or by the holy book! You have the right to remain silent, but a lie in court is highly illegal, as stated in section 92 of part 5 of the Code of Law!" Nobody, however, seemed to notice.
Yes, a paladin. Yes, a paladin. Paladin. Yes, we're on a dirt road, aren't we? He came from the neighboring town. Paladin's aren't the type to be sudden. Through years of training and prayer. By doing justice. Because paladins are fun. A holy warrior that upholds law and order.
Yeah, they're great. :D
Yeah, they're great. :D
The horse clip-clopped down the dirt road. On his back was a rider, clad in ridiculously well polished armor, slightly on the garish side. Suddenly, the both of them heard a sort of commotion going on further down the path.
"Hold, Arrow. Let's go see what that means. Maybe they have information we need." Then he realized he was talking to his horse. Embarrassed, he kicked the horse into a trot and rode into the clearing. Surprisingly, there was a mass of goblins, one rather large for a goblin, along with a smattering of other races. "Halt, in the name of The Holy Order of Paladins! We mean you no harm!"
"Hold, Arrow. Let's go see what that means. Maybe they have information we need." Then he realized he was talking to his horse. Embarrassed, he kicked the horse into a trot and rode into the clearing. Surprisingly, there was a mass of goblins, one rather large for a goblin, along with a smattering of other races. "Halt, in the name of The Holy Order of Paladins! We mean you no harm!"
Very funny. I think I'll add a character into the mix.
Huh. That's weird. Minato listened on, slightly dazed. Was he supposed to go to France and kill this guy? He shuffled around in his seat, trying not to imitate the guys from yesterday who had their heads forcibly removed. Just his luck, everyone else would have a good chuckle over the disfiguring hole in his head.
"Umm," he started. "What am I supposed to do about my homework? Could I have that sent to me by e-mail, or a Google Doc, or something?"
"Umm," he started. "What am I supposed to do about my homework? Could I have that sent to me by e-mail, or a Google Doc, or something?"
Eat something, right. When was the last time he ate? It was yesterday's evening, when he was assigned his first task of traveling among local tribes of various races and converting them. He recalled a loud hall, filled with acolytes like himself, feasting while the Lower Pontiff told them that was the last time they were allowed to feast in their lives. One by one, they had knelt before a statue of one of the Titans, swore a vow, and stood as clerics. Now, where was that pot?
After filling himself, Alexius sat down upon one of the mats, and opened up his holy text. He flipped to where he left off, and began to read. He tried to block out the constant murmuring, focusing instead on the deathly quiet of the temples at night. The room melted away from him, replaced instead by roaring Gods, cryptic prophesies, and old teachings.
After filling himself, Alexius sat down upon one of the mats, and opened up his holy text. He flipped to where he left off, and began to read. He tried to block out the constant murmuring, focusing instead on the deathly quiet of the temples at night. The room melted away from him, replaced instead by roaring Gods, cryptic prophesies, and old teachings.
Yeah, just trying to think of what to do next.
At the ring of the dawn gong, 105 men, most of whom were very old, shuffled into the meeting hall of Elweir Yokin. Silently, they all walked to their assigned seats and made themselves as comfortable as they possibly could, which isn't much. They all sat in silence for another 5 minutes, all uncomfortably eyeing the one empty seat.
"Should we start without her?" one of them eventually squeaks out.
"Those filthy bugmen. Can't trust them with anything! I say we send this exemption law to the Infernal Swamps where it belongs and go back to eradicating the infidel filth!" another from the back shouts. The room is suddenly uproarious conversation, with some rallying behind the voice in the back and some shouting oppositions.
" . . . Silence," croaked Archduke Emol Tagd, but none heard him except the man to his immediate right. He nodded, stood up, and repeated his archduke's command in a deafening roar. The room fell immediately silent. "We will wait until our last representative attends," Emol whispered. Ten minutes passed, and eventually, just as quiet dissent was spreading across the room, a Nyr'kiin envoy threw open the door and heralded the newcomer.
"Presenting the New Queen of all the Nyr'kiin people, Heir to the Grand Wisdom of the Ancient Hive Mothers, and Lady of our Minds, the Queen See'iama!" Two large Nyr'kiin stomped in, a small female clutching one of their legs. He shook her off, and she nervously took her seat.
"Now that we're all present, we may discuss matters of the day," came the whisper at the front. The various dukes all returned to their bustling arguments.
"Now is our chance. The Drathan filth are moving against our heinous oppressors, the Salished Dominion. This cannot be misinterpreted as anything but a sure sign of Our God. I motion for a transfer of funds from our theology branch to our military, and begin assembling the necessary militia. God wills it!" shouted Duke Qilen Wurt. The men around him cheered.
"That cannot be done," said Duke Rerot Vill from the other end. "Theology is our life. If our children, the people who will be sitting in our place within a century, don't receive the proper education on our holy and wise God, how shall we expect to receive his blessings? I motion for a transfer from our sanitation branch to theology. As is in the best interests of our Blessed and Mighty. Those crowded around him let off slow applause.
"That is impossible as well. One in ten are dying of Lice Curse in Medqi," retorts yet another voice in the back. "Sanitation is the only thing keeping it from going further."
See'iama looked on in confusion. The constant conflict of the council was getting to her, and she needed to prove herself a capable ruler. How could she get through to these bickering disagreeable dukes? Motioning for the man next to her to silence the room, she nervously stood up and croaked out a suggestion.
"Perhaps there is another way. You humans have been fighting your battles alone since your creation, but now it's time to put that aside. The transfer of funds shall go to sanitation, and in exchange I will rally all able-bodied kinsmen to your cause." A few men far away from her tried to discourage this notion, but they were drowned out by the overwhelming support.
"Very well then. We shall raise the tax for sanitation, and induct the Nyr'kiin into regiments. This meeting is adjourned for the day. In the next moon, we shall rise up against the Salished. May God be with you all."
"Should we start without her?" one of them eventually squeaks out.
"Those filthy bugmen. Can't trust them with anything! I say we send this exemption law to the Infernal Swamps where it belongs and go back to eradicating the infidel filth!" another from the back shouts. The room is suddenly uproarious conversation, with some rallying behind the voice in the back and some shouting oppositions.
" . . . Silence," croaked Archduke Emol Tagd, but none heard him except the man to his immediate right. He nodded, stood up, and repeated his archduke's command in a deafening roar. The room fell immediately silent. "We will wait until our last representative attends," Emol whispered. Ten minutes passed, and eventually, just as quiet dissent was spreading across the room, a Nyr'kiin envoy threw open the door and heralded the newcomer.
"Presenting the New Queen of all the Nyr'kiin people, Heir to the Grand Wisdom of the Ancient Hive Mothers, and Lady of our Minds, the Queen See'iama!" Two large Nyr'kiin stomped in, a small female clutching one of their legs. He shook her off, and she nervously took her seat.
"Now that we're all present, we may discuss matters of the day," came the whisper at the front. The various dukes all returned to their bustling arguments.
"Now is our chance. The Drathan filth are moving against our heinous oppressors, the Salished Dominion. This cannot be misinterpreted as anything but a sure sign of Our God. I motion for a transfer of funds from our theology branch to our military, and begin assembling the necessary militia. God wills it!" shouted Duke Qilen Wurt. The men around him cheered.
"That cannot be done," said Duke Rerot Vill from the other end. "Theology is our life. If our children, the people who will be sitting in our place within a century, don't receive the proper education on our holy and wise God, how shall we expect to receive his blessings? I motion for a transfer from our sanitation branch to theology. As is in the best interests of our Blessed and Mighty. Those crowded around him let off slow applause.
"That is impossible as well. One in ten are dying of Lice Curse in Medqi," retorts yet another voice in the back. "Sanitation is the only thing keeping it from going further."
See'iama looked on in confusion. The constant conflict of the council was getting to her, and she needed to prove herself a capable ruler. How could she get through to these bickering disagreeable dukes? Motioning for the man next to her to silence the room, she nervously stood up and croaked out a suggestion.
"Perhaps there is another way. You humans have been fighting your battles alone since your creation, but now it's time to put that aside. The transfer of funds shall go to sanitation, and in exchange I will rally all able-bodied kinsmen to your cause." A few men far away from her tried to discourage this notion, but they were drowned out by the overwhelming support.
"Very well then. We shall raise the tax for sanitation, and induct the Nyr'kiin into regiments. This meeting is adjourned for the day. In the next moon, we shall rise up against the Salished. May God be with you all."
River succeeded in grasping his shoulders, but the man was elusive, and soon they were rolling around exchanging feeble poorly timed blows. With a grunt, River thrust her fist into the back of the attacker's head, knocking him out cold. He slumped into the dirt, and she got up, releasing her pent up breath. There was a crashing in the shrubbery, obviously another human. Will this one be as disagreeable as the last? Preparing for the worst, she began looking for escape paths.
Perched in the tree, River could get a good view of the source of the noise. The crashing came from a female, armed with another one of the deadly weapons she doesn't understand. Maybe she's affiliated with her attacker, in which the best thing to do would be to hide and hope for the best.
Perched in the tree, River could get a good view of the source of the noise. The crashing came from a female, armed with another one of the deadly weapons she doesn't understand. Maybe she's affiliated with her attacker, in which the best thing to do would be to hide and hope for the best.
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