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| Razarod | Feb 2 2009, 08:39 PM |
King of Angkar
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The king ponders over the first of the two letters, pondering just who, or what, it was that overtook so many trained soldiers and leave virtually undetected, let alone with several dozen crates of rune cannon shells in tow? His eyes close, blocking out the study around him, and after a few seconds, reopen, the green orbs almost giving off a light of their own, the confused look replaced with a glare of anger. These are very dangerous weapons, and they can't be allowed in the hands of criminals. When one really thinks about it, it's actually almost scary to allow anyone to have them at all, but that's not the matter at hand. _________________________________________________________________________ Your objective henceforth is to pursue the bandits and capture them, as well as the items in question, and deliver both to me. Should your best efforts yield only one of the above, you are to bring what you find to me. We can find the whereabouts of the shipment from one of the bandits. __________________________________________________________________________ Razarod reads over a second letter from his captain. It would appear that only the bandits were able to be located, and that the shells were nowhere to be found. They obviously never used them though, a weapon such as that being used anywhere near civilization is his kingdom certainly would have reached his ears. This leaves two possibilities: Either the thieves have stored them somewhere, which is the better of the two, or worse: they may have already sold them. If they have sold them, they will be nearly impossible to find before they are used. Reading on, the bandits seem to behave quite oddly indeed. Offered little to no resistance, despite having overtaken the guards without effort before. The female is especially odd, saying she'll willingly give up her quarry, but only to Razarod himself. More disturbing still is the way she's affected the soliders: none of them seem willing to punish her, despite the illegality and dangerous nature of her actions. The king rises to his feet and makes his way through the castle first and down to the dungeons. This... Freya... appears to be a wily one, and is not to be easily trusted. It would be best to interrogate the weakest link first. Razarod stands now at Michael's cell door. The wizard by the great steel door holds out a hand and Michael is temporarily bound to the wall while Razarod opens the door and enters the cell, shutting the door behind him. The invisible grip on Michael is weakened and he is dropped to the floor as Razarod takes a seat on the cot across from him. "So... I assume you know full well who I am. Time to tell me who you are." |
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