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With the echoing of his hooves against the stonework beneth him Lance-Constable Khaz prowled through the streets of the slums on patrol, his eyes ever watchful for possible threats. It was only his third day in the city guard and much to his annoyance the closest he had gotten to a proper fight was when some human idiot had called him a 'Cursed beast' and threw a rock at him...
A cruel looking smile appeared on his face at the memory. In the past, he would have most likely left the moron broken and beaten in a gutter to die, but he was rather proud with himself for his self restraint on the matter; He had broken the idiot's arm, knocked him the hell out and then dragged his newly toothless ass back to the station for assaulting an officer after giving him an abridged version of his rights ("Shut up or I'll break the other one!").
Since then however, things had been rather quiet whenever he went on patrol... It was disappointing. Still, he kept on walking while ignoring the human woman that he had been 'partnered' up with.
Which said human noticed, of course. She was a friendly sort after all, and she liked to talk. Not too much, but enough that things seemed lively. Meg glanced in her partner's direction, giving him a blatant grin. Nothing wrong with being a little friendly, right? People always liked a friendly face.
"So, Khaz, right? I'm Meg. Yeah, ya prob'ly know that already but just thought t'get that outta the way, eh?" She pushed her black bangs away from her face, ignoring something squelching under one of her foot as she continued forward. Having lived in the slums her entire life, there wasn't much she was squeamish about, including stepping on unquestionables. As long as it wasn't physically draining her of life, all was well.
Her partner was definitely someone intimidating looking, even she couldn't deny that. Which was actually one of the reasons she was completely fine with this partnership. Self preservation was high on Meg's list of 'things to do'. As long as he was on her side, that meant he wouldn't try dislodging her head from her neck. Right? Right, she thought to herself.
The only answer Khaz gave the woman was something of a grunt that came from deep in his throat. It wasn't clear if it meant yes, no or was just a noise that meant nothing at all. 'Meg' as she called herself somewhat annoyed him. Sure she didn't call him a monster or anything, but he had dealt with her kind before; To weak to survive on her own so she was trying to 'buddy up' with him for protection.
Considering that she was a member of his new herd, he would out of obligation. Couldn't let scum think that they could harm his herd members without reprecussions after all. Hopefully she wouldn't do something stupid or get in his way to much...
Somewhere nearby something exploded.
Stopping for a moment in order to judge the where the noise had come from and what direaction it was from, Khaz frowned as he figured that it came from the Necropolitan area of the slums. "Come." Was all he said before he started to jog towards where the explosion came from; A speed that would require her to nearly run to keep up with. Of course she didn't have to follow him towards danger... she could just remain behind in the slums in a guard uniform alone.
"Righto!" Meg replied, eyes wide. She wasn't surprised because of the explosion. Well, perhaps a little. She just hadn't expected her partner to actually speak to her. After all, he hadn't said a 'yes' or 'no' to her first question. On hindsight, it was a stupid question to begin with, since she had already known the question.
Moving along... Meg was fast, yes, but it was apparent that Khaz was faster than she was. Running so early in the day?! She let out a sigh before stretching out. Only when he was almost out of sight did she sprint after him. "Wait up, I'm comin' too!" She didn't want to be left behind, not when there was obviously something exciting going on up ahead... wherever that big 'boom' came from.
She liked to compare herself to a cat. Cautious... but curious. It wasn't a very practical combination, causing interesting results for the most part. Or 'adventures' as she liked to call them. Her last adventure had caused her to join the guard, however, so she wasn't too sorry for the habit. As long as she wasn't dying or dead, it was all good.
As Meg caught up to Khaz at long last, trying not to show that she was panting, she reached for her boomerang, pulling it from her belt holding it tightly in her hand. Nothing wrong with being a little prepared, in her opinion. "This's gonna be good," she told him, finding it hard to keep her grin as she was breathing a little too hard.
((Collab between myself and @Greenie )) @Hellis
A cruel looking smile appeared on his face at the memory. In the past, he would have most likely left the moron broken and beaten in a gutter to die, but he was rather proud with himself for his self restraint on the matter; He had broken the idiot's arm, knocked him the hell out and then dragged his newly toothless ass back to the station for assaulting an officer after giving him an abridged version of his rights ("Shut up or I'll break the other one!").
Since then however, things had been rather quiet whenever he went on patrol... It was disappointing. Still, he kept on walking while ignoring the human woman that he had been 'partnered' up with.
Which said human noticed, of course. She was a friendly sort after all, and she liked to talk. Not too much, but enough that things seemed lively. Meg glanced in her partner's direction, giving him a blatant grin. Nothing wrong with being a little friendly, right? People always liked a friendly face.
"So, Khaz, right? I'm Meg. Yeah, ya prob'ly know that already but just thought t'get that outta the way, eh?" She pushed her black bangs away from her face, ignoring something squelching under one of her foot as she continued forward. Having lived in the slums her entire life, there wasn't much she was squeamish about, including stepping on unquestionables. As long as it wasn't physically draining her of life, all was well.
Her partner was definitely someone intimidating looking, even she couldn't deny that. Which was actually one of the reasons she was completely fine with this partnership. Self preservation was high on Meg's list of 'things to do'. As long as he was on her side, that meant he wouldn't try dislodging her head from her neck. Right? Right, she thought to herself.
The only answer Khaz gave the woman was something of a grunt that came from deep in his throat. It wasn't clear if it meant yes, no or was just a noise that meant nothing at all. 'Meg' as she called herself somewhat annoyed him. Sure she didn't call him a monster or anything, but he had dealt with her kind before; To weak to survive on her own so she was trying to 'buddy up' with him for protection.
Considering that she was a member of his new herd, he would out of obligation. Couldn't let scum think that they could harm his herd members without reprecussions after all. Hopefully she wouldn't do something stupid or get in his way to much...
Somewhere nearby something exploded.
Stopping for a moment in order to judge the where the noise had come from and what direaction it was from, Khaz frowned as he figured that it came from the Necropolitan area of the slums. "Come." Was all he said before he started to jog towards where the explosion came from; A speed that would require her to nearly run to keep up with. Of course she didn't have to follow him towards danger... she could just remain behind in the slums in a guard uniform alone.
"Righto!" Meg replied, eyes wide. She wasn't surprised because of the explosion. Well, perhaps a little. She just hadn't expected her partner to actually speak to her. After all, he hadn't said a 'yes' or 'no' to her first question. On hindsight, it was a stupid question to begin with, since she had already known the question.
Moving along... Meg was fast, yes, but it was apparent that Khaz was faster than she was. Running so early in the day?! She let out a sigh before stretching out. Only when he was almost out of sight did she sprint after him. "Wait up, I'm comin' too!" She didn't want to be left behind, not when there was obviously something exciting going on up ahead... wherever that big 'boom' came from.
She liked to compare herself to a cat. Cautious... but curious. It wasn't a very practical combination, causing interesting results for the most part. Or 'adventures' as she liked to call them. Her last adventure had caused her to join the guard, however, so she wasn't too sorry for the habit. As long as she wasn't dying or dead, it was all good.
As Meg caught up to Khaz at long last, trying not to show that she was panting, she reached for her boomerang, pulling it from her belt holding it tightly in her hand. Nothing wrong with being a little prepared, in her opinion. "This's gonna be good," she told him, finding it hard to keep her grin as she was breathing a little too hard.
((Collab between myself and @Greenie )) @Hellis
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Now, friend, let's be fair. The treacherous bastard could be acting out of a desire to keep bloodshed to a minimum in the inevitable civil war.
Indeed... Of course, that isn't going to stop us from quartering the son of a bitch when we catch up to him.
The King was slain.
While others fell on their knees or demanded answers in order to direct their wrath, Sindri remained silent. While he was somewhat surprised to hear that King Arthur was dead, it didn't shake him to the core like it did some of the more... idealistic of his peers around him. There would be a time to make a display of sorrow and mourning later; Right now there was a much, much more serious issue to deal with.
King Arthur didn't have an heir... At least not one that he was aware of. Having studied the laws of succession somewhat more closely then most due to the nature of his own raise to knighthood, in theory what would happen in the event that the King didn't have an heir apparent, a blood relative of his would step up and take over with immediate family taking precedent over a more distant relation; In practice through, this could range from a new king raising to power peacefully with the support of his family and his people to the new king being the last one standing after creating and wading through a river of blood.
Even if a Pendragon was to step up without there being infighting in the family for control of the throne, there was a very real risk that many of the lords who had sworn loyalty to Arthur weren't going to stand being ruled by a lesser king...
Sindri was brought out of his thoughts as he heard what sounded like a large timber beam being placed on the entrance to the Great Hall, locking those doors shut as the zealous mania of Sir Lancelot started to present itself. Even before the pitch started to be poured, Sindri knew that the mad man was going to try and kill them all here and now. Luck seemed to be somewhat on his side in this regard; Having been by himself at the edge of the crowd, he hadn't presented himself as a target for those pouring pitch down on them from the rafters; Easier to aim at the gathered groups of knights in the center of the room.
Panic spread through the room faster then the fire did. Sindri ruled out the idea of trying to climb the stone dais and follow whatever path that the former regent of Camelot had taken; Even if he could get up there without being burnt, he was pretty sure that whatever exit Lancelot had taken would already be sealed by this point. Hacking through the door might have been possible driven enough time, but his sword wasn't suited for the task...
“Climb to the ceiling! We must get to the rafters!”
For a moment, the cry managed to overcome the other noises of panic. Blinking the smoke out of his eyes, Sindri was about to consider the man a desperate madman before he remembered that he had seen service ladders connected to the pillars that lead to the rafters before; Hidden out of sight but readily usable if someone needed to get up there for whatever reason. Picking out the direction the voice had come from, Sindri started to make his way towards it through the chaos, avoiding the flames where he could and physically grabbing random people in the smoke and shoving them towards what could possibly be their salvation, yelling loudly "There are service ladders on the columns! They're our best chance! Go!" before continuing his own rush for survival, his hand coming up to cover his mouth as he started to cough, the heat already blustering and only going to get worse.
Reaching one of the columns, Sindri placed his hand on it before walking around it in order to ensure that he didn't miss... There! His hand touched wood! Taking hold of the ladder, he began his own ascent out of this burning hell before it was to late...
While others fell on their knees or demanded answers in order to direct their wrath, Sindri remained silent. While he was somewhat surprised to hear that King Arthur was dead, it didn't shake him to the core like it did some of the more... idealistic of his peers around him. There would be a time to make a display of sorrow and mourning later; Right now there was a much, much more serious issue to deal with.
King Arthur didn't have an heir... At least not one that he was aware of. Having studied the laws of succession somewhat more closely then most due to the nature of his own raise to knighthood, in theory what would happen in the event that the King didn't have an heir apparent, a blood relative of his would step up and take over with immediate family taking precedent over a more distant relation; In practice through, this could range from a new king raising to power peacefully with the support of his family and his people to the new king being the last one standing after creating and wading through a river of blood.
Even if a Pendragon was to step up without there being infighting in the family for control of the throne, there was a very real risk that many of the lords who had sworn loyalty to Arthur weren't going to stand being ruled by a lesser king...
Sindri was brought out of his thoughts as he heard what sounded like a large timber beam being placed on the entrance to the Great Hall, locking those doors shut as the zealous mania of Sir Lancelot started to present itself. Even before the pitch started to be poured, Sindri knew that the mad man was going to try and kill them all here and now. Luck seemed to be somewhat on his side in this regard; Having been by himself at the edge of the crowd, he hadn't presented himself as a target for those pouring pitch down on them from the rafters; Easier to aim at the gathered groups of knights in the center of the room.
Panic spread through the room faster then the fire did. Sindri ruled out the idea of trying to climb the stone dais and follow whatever path that the former regent of Camelot had taken; Even if he could get up there without being burnt, he was pretty sure that whatever exit Lancelot had taken would already be sealed by this point. Hacking through the door might have been possible driven enough time, but his sword wasn't suited for the task...
“Climb to the ceiling! We must get to the rafters!”
For a moment, the cry managed to overcome the other noises of panic. Blinking the smoke out of his eyes, Sindri was about to consider the man a desperate madman before he remembered that he had seen service ladders connected to the pillars that lead to the rafters before; Hidden out of sight but readily usable if someone needed to get up there for whatever reason. Picking out the direction the voice had come from, Sindri started to make his way towards it through the chaos, avoiding the flames where he could and physically grabbing random people in the smoke and shoving them towards what could possibly be their salvation, yelling loudly "There are service ladders on the columns! They're our best chance! Go!" before continuing his own rush for survival, his hand coming up to cover his mouth as he started to cough, the heat already blustering and only going to get worse.
Reaching one of the columns, Sindri placed his hand on it before walking around it in order to ensure that he didn't miss... There! His hand touched wood! Taking hold of the ladder, he began his own ascent out of this burning hell before it was to late...
@Gowi
Quite simple really. With the King dead and no royal heir, this has just become a game of every man for himself! Lancelot is just making a play to take out as much of the competition as possible before the civil war starts... Which in all honesty wasn't a bad move on the part of the dishonorable, crazed zealot.
Quite simple really. With the King dead and no royal heir, this has just become a game of every man for himself! Lancelot is just making a play to take out as much of the competition as possible before the civil war starts... Which in all honesty wasn't a bad move on the part of the dishonorable, crazed zealot.
I will admit, it would help if we have some idea of what the terrain we're working with looked like.
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