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| Old Faces, New Beginnings; for Nicola | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 6 2009, 05:57 PM (63 Views) | |
| Andromalius | Nov 6 2009, 05:57 PM Post #1 |
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To think, within just a few months, everything had changed. This general idea consumed his thoughts as he gazed out over what was becoming a new city in his name from his place in the observation tower. Behind him, the Eye of Zanna continued to send out its destructive pulses, consuming more of Elenlond's land with each throb. The beat could be heard every so-often, the ground below rumbling each time, as if the tower itself were alive. If he were simply doing all of this for his own personal luxury, now would be the perfect time to stop. He had a loyal following, enough land to please even the greediest of lords, enough wealth to spend frivolously for lifetimes, and even a devoted queen at his beck and call. But he couldn't stop, because the mission involved much much more than simply stealing farms and villages, it involved every single person in the world. Such a large task made him exhausted just to think about. So much to do, so many obstacles kept popping up. Nuisances, nothing that would keep him for long, but the slow pace at which he was now moving was unacceptable. Perhaps he was becoming too distracted. The Banshee King left the safety of his tower, meandering towards the bustling which surrounded the foothills, an uncountable number of his men going back and forth, back and forth, to wherever they may be going in their downtime. A choppy, terribly sung melody drew his interest to a group of men sitting around a fire, fat with beer and liquor. Their glasses were raised, their bodies swaying to and fro with the song they sang, which was, to the mage's delight, about him. They paused when he'd made his appearance. "Oh no, don't stop on my account. I'd like to hear the rest," he smiled as he took a seat among them. The men cheered in reverence and happily finished: "When the moon is full, and the north wind sings, He comes on Death's great ebon wings! He'll steal your children off in the night, To quench his lustful appetite! He's the Banshee, An-dro-mal-ee-us! Andro-mal-ee-us, Andro-mal-ee-us, the Banshee, An-dro-mal-ee-us!" Every time the name was said, mugs were lifted high. Even if many didn't know the verses, the chorus was easy to pick up on. "With eyes as dark as the depths of Hell, He'll catch you in an evil spell! And before you know, you're at his feet To make his armies...COMPLETE! He's the Banshee, An-dro-mal-ee-us! Andro-mal-ee-us, Andro-mal-ee-us, the Banshee, An-dro-mal-eeeeee-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus!" The Emperor roared with laughter, clapping feverishly like a wildly amused child. They'd made him into a drinking song! "I see a future as the national anthem," he chuckled." |
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| Nicola | Nov 12 2009, 11:49 PM Post #2 |
 
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She had made up her mind. Several of the servants and guards at her house in the capitol had tried to convince her otherwise. She just wanted to talk to him, at least that was what she told them all, and not a one of them could change her mind. The entire household was still in mourning over the death of her father, Warrick Trevett, the great war hero of Morrim who had died in the battle for Ashoka. Her and her father had been invited to the palace several times over the years to celebrate her father’s accomplishments; but not lately. Ever since the great Andromalius had taken over reign of the kingdom, things had changed. They had had no choice, the men of Morrim. The military could not disobey a direct order from the stand-in emperor, and the battle had cost her father his life. So she set off on her own for the inner lair of the beast. Her father’s general, and his right hand man, had practically insisted that he accompany her, and she flat out refused. This was one battle that she wanted…needed to fight on her own. There were so many questions left unanswered, and she needed answers. The journey through the mountains had taken longer than she had hoped, and by the time she reached the place the devil called home, night had fallen, or maybe it was just that this place was surrounded by a constant veil of darkness. Perhaps she could work that to her favor and sneak past the army and into the tower, yet this was not to be. “My lord!” A rough looking mercenary approached the circle of men whom Andromalius sat among, interrupting the third rendition of the song they had invented. Several of the men cursed at the mercenary for ruining their fun, but they all went quiet when they saw the lady at his side. Nicola wrenched her arm out of the man’s grasp and took a step to the side, furthering herself from his prying fingers. “Don’t get too comfortable, boys. He won’t write songs about you…after you’ve died for him.” Her eyes fixed coldly on the banshee through the black veil that ended just below them. She found it difficult to believe that this was the same man whom she had met only months before at the palace. He had seemed so charming, pleasant, and even handsome then. How had he tricked so many others into believing his lies? She was dressed as she should be; as a noble in mourning. The black color of her clothing helped her get far through his army without any notice, though it was the shiny surface of the silk that had given her away. If her words spared her life and brought her before their lord, the embroidery and richness of the fabric helped her command attention now. She was nothing compared to the self proclaimed king, yet even the men who could now see her recognized her status, and her loss. A few of them bowed their heads to the lady, while most of the men glanced shiftily at Andromalius before making any move, as if not able to even perform even a simple act without his command first. Nico’s eyes didn’t even take in the surrounding me, as they were focused only on their leader. Her voice was low and cold. Though she tried to hide the pain and anger within it, she feared that she may have failed. “Remember me?” |
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| Andromalius | Nov 14 2009, 09:12 PM Post #3 |
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In a fit of giggles, the mercenary had made his presence known, the young woman at her side drawing the most attention. Andromalius subsided his laughing, eyes flickering towards Nicola, someone he really had never expected to see again. Yet, here she was, and given the situation, he could assume she'd come to seek him out. "I will just to prove you wrong now," came his retort to her first witty snap, lifting a brow at her as she did. His smile from laughing was still quite large. He was in fairly good spirits now, and rather elated that a lady come to call, given the staggering ratio of men to lovely women here, regardless of how chilly her eyes were. It fondly reminded him of Sphynx. The Banshee King stood, crossing the rest of the circle to directly approach her. The men cleared the way for him as if he were in the center of a bubble, or highly contagious. Arriving not but a foot away, his serpentine grin grew soft, allowing his head to fall to the side lazily. "Of course I remember you. You were virtually the only interesting person in Kinaldi, how could I so easily forget?" He lingered just to watch her for a moment, before moving his arm out in a sweeping gesture towards his men. "Come, make yourself comfortable. You-" a talon shot out at a random soldier, "...go get the lady something appropriate to sit on. I don't want to see wood or stone, are we clear?" The man nodded hastily and stumbled as he sped off to fulfill his personal mission given to him by the glorious Emperor. "Can I offer you anything to eat or drink?" his attention returned, once again wear the mask of gentleness. "I heard about the loss of your father. If I could actually muster sympathy, I would tell you that I am very sorry for having to put you through this great hardship, but out of personal respect for you, I won't lie." He placed a hand over his chest where his heart might be. "This seems to be broken, and I'm afraid it wasn't insured." The soldier returned in no time, lungs about to collapse through his panting as he set down a well-crafted chair to the side of the lady, keeping his head bowed. Its seat and back were made of red velvet, adequate for a fair bottom to place itself upon. The soldier then gave a second bow to his master and returned to his seat. |
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| Nicola | Nov 15 2009, 12:31 AM Post #4 |
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The lady only had eyes for Andromalius. The other men who faded into the background as the banshee approached her were never given a second glance. She found it impossible to hide her emotions now, though she had spent countless hours in her past learning to keep a mask of calm on her face. Instead her eyes shone in the light from the fire. The downward slope of her inner brow and set of her jaw hinted at her now growing anger. She couldn’t help it, now that she stood before the man she felt responsible for Warrick’s death. She had been completely torn apart when the news of her father’s death arrived, and yet there had been no formal acknowledgment of his deeds from the palace as there should have been. Nico was also furious that the loss even happened in the first place, and she wanted to know why she had to have lost that which was most important to her. So as she was invited to join him, Nicola took a deep breath to calm herself down. As much as she wanted to slap the faux gentleness from his face, she knew that such an act would get her no closer to any answers. “Thank you, I think, for your honesty, but I must tell you that your words mean very little to me at the moment.” Finally she let her eyes drop from his as she moved towards the velvet cushioned seat that had been brought forth simply for her use. Her pain made her bolder than she normally would be in such a situation. Though the offer for food or drink was unnecessary, as she hadn’t much of an appetite of late, the polite thing to do was to accept. Holding back a sigh, she made herself comfortable in her seat, arranging her skirt around her. “Something to drink would be appreciated, thank you.” And now down to business. With her ankles crossed and her hands in her lap, Nico returned her gaze to the empty chested banshee. “Out of personal respect for you, I must admit that I would love to do everything in my power to see you physically going through as much pain as I have been.” For some odd reason, she noticed that she had the lightest of smiles on her face as she admitted to the truth. He probably could have guessed as much anyway, so why try to deny it? “But I realize the foolishness of even thinking about raising a weapon to you, and it would accomplish nothing in the end. What I really want from you is to know why. What drives you, Andromalius, to use the lives of others in starting wars between nations? Why’d you do it?” Her clasped hands moved once again across the fabric of her dress, smoothing down the surface in order to keep them from shaking, though from what she wasn’t even sure anymore; anger, fear, frustration, sadness. The lines between emotions were fading to grey with each passing second. |
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| Andromalius | Nov 15 2009, 01:15 PM Post #5 |
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"If my words mean little to you, then what does it matter what I say?" he nearly interrupted her. He had silently, patiently listened to all she'd said. The feeling of nothing but apathy for her spawned a deeper sorrow, because on some level, it reminded him only of his disattachment from humanity. Here this girl had come, to ask him why her beloved father had to have died. For what crusade did he give his life? Was it entirely in vane? His eyes drifted, falling finally to stare at her feet. Above all else, he could not think of what to say to the one person, finally, who had asked him his motives. That's what he'd wanted, wasn't it? But now that it had happened, he could think of nothing. "Tell me something. What do you expect me to say?" A dangerous tone like the blade of a knife to her throat cut the air in half. Words left his mouth in double time. He took a step forward, eliminating the distance between them. An arm raised, hand landing on the back of the chair just over her shoulder. His talons left trenches in the wooden frame and punctured into the velvet cush, then he leaned forward, creeping directly over her like some children's monster. "Did you think you could get some closure? Did you think that would make you feel better? So you may take that pain and turn it into anger, just so you can stop crying?" Dark eyes narrowed, his voice falling to a harsh whisper, "There are greater things happening now than what's in your little world, Darling. It was his destiny to fall that day and nothing more. That is the life of a military man, I'm sure your father understood that, because he didn't have to go into battle. He could have taken you and whisked you far away from my evil escapades, but he didn't. He was there, bright and early, to do meet his fate." Gradually, he backed away, but his eyes never left her. "Don't call on me for your personal problems, Nicola. I have an entire continent to worry about. Come back and ask me of my motivation when you want to know for less selfish reasons." Turning, he left without saying a word more, stalking off back to the tower, his sanctuary, to brood. Not a moment later, a man arrived with a glass of wine to give to the lady, the man himself very contrasting in cleanliness against the pristine crystal cup. He grinned widely at her and held the refreshment out with a fully-extended arm. (( This doesn't have to be the end. She can follow him if you want to keep going. )) |
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| Nicola | Nov 17 2009, 09:18 AM Post #6 |
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Nico twitched slightly as his words nearly cut hers off. She wanted to say that it mattered what he said because he was the only one who knew the answers she so desired to know, but she couldn’t speak. As his silence drew longer, she wondered, not for the first time, if she should have heeded the advice of her staff and stayed as far away from this man as possible. As he drew closer, she drew back. She tried to keep a nonchalant expression on her face, but she knew her eyes would betray her. She would be lying if she told anyone that she wasn’t afraid of this man, if he could even call himself a man. It had been her anger and desire for answers that brought her here, but her emotions were draining quickly at the dark look in his eye. And now he was walking away from her, just as quickly as he had just drawn closer to her, and leaving her precious little time to process all that he had said. He said he had bigger things on his mind, and yet here he was, listening to drinking songs written in his name without a care in the world. “Then fucking worry about it instead of sitting here, and don’t tell me that I come here for selfish reasons when every single thing that you do is for a selfish reason!” She had stood and was now walking after her, though her own boldness took her by surprise. The man who had brought her the wine chuckled when he heard the noble lady swear at his lord, but she merely brushed past him, not wanting the alcohol to go to her head. Her hands were clenched in fists at her sides, shaking slightly with a mixture of anger, growing frustration, and even a touch a fear. “You talk as if my father had a choice, but the moment you took over the country all choices were taken from its people. Not one member of the military could have walked away from your war, their lives would have been ruined at the disgrace of turning their backs on their country, and you know that just as well as I do.” Though she also believed that Andromalius would not have let any of the military walk away with their lives, especially someone as decorated as her father, she considered such an accusation to be suicide. Her steps brought her to stride just behind him. “It isn’t closure I want, it’s answers. I know that I can’t bring my father back, but I would like to know what cause he had been fighting for, what you are fighting for. Selfish reasons aside, I think the people of your country deserve to know why they are at war, especially those belonging to the military.” She didn’t mention that technically she was also a part of the military, albeit a secret part. Nico had no idea if Andromalius knew of her position as a spy for the Empress before him, but if he didn’t then she wasn’t going to be the one who told him. |
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| Andromalius | Nov 19 2009, 02:05 PM Post #7 |
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Then fucking worry about it instead of sitting here, and don’t tell me that I come here for selfish reasons when every single thing that you do is for a selfish reason!” That was enough to stop him dead in his tracks. He could hear the snickering of his men. The laughter was like maggots beneath his skin, making it crawl. He refused to lose control, to allow this girl to elevate his emotions to the point of breaking his logic. Not in front of his men, he wouldn't let her. He could hear her walking towards him as he voice carried. She spoke to his back for its entirety, but she would able to see his fingers restlessly moving, the talons on every end like bladed pendulums getting closer to the act of evisceration. His aura was pulsing, kicking all sorts of magical residue into the air. To stand beside him now was akin to the feeling of standing right beside a fiery furnace of rage. Finally, he turned his head. Over his shoulder, she would be able to see one dark, burning eye. "...You stupid... little girl..." his voice was a thousand angry, biting snakes. His arm lashed out, body twisting from where he stood until his waist was able to bring his arm around completely. His hand shot up, digits spreading like the legs of a spider, aiming to land and dig itself into her face. "Don't talk to me about losing a life. Yes, your father would have been dishonored, but it's a small price to pay for your life and that of your alleged loved ones. He gave up too easily, it's not that hard to start over. I've done it! And look at me now! Street urchin to king of half the known world!" His mouth twisted into a wide, toothy grin, madness becoming more and more apparent in his visage. "Fine. I'll tell you why all of this has to happen, but your limited vision will not be able to make sense of it," he drew closer once more, his voice lowering to a hushed whisper. His grin faded, all emotions suddenly cut off. "Peace. Peace is what we're fighting for." He backed away, folding his arms across his chest as he tilted his head a bit at her. "This is way beyond you, Buttercup. You'll find no answers here, only more questions." |
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