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    More from the Rumor Mill; For Isra Amiel
    Topic Started: Nov 11 2011, 01:46 AM (397 Views)
    Tekun
    Immortal Soldier

    Here he was once again in Morrim. The capital no less, when was the last time he had willingly gone here? After being thrown off that ledge. That battle. No one could have survived that fall right? No one. Everyone else...save one was killed. He hadn't seen Sonia since either. That was her name right? That archer. He wasn't even sure now. Regardless, better safe then sorry. He was Vincent here, the white hair, eye patched merchant. His typical disguise. While here, why not see what he could dig up in the rumor mill. A bunch of townsfolk were talking, gathered and well. Why not take part in their conversation, interestingly enough. It was about him.

    “So…that fiend is dead. The Immortal Soldier. I heard someone claimed that bounty finally.”

    “Pffff. All talk. I heard he was alive yet! No remains were turned in…”

    “Ah! But a weapon was! Who gets ahold of one of that monsters weapons and gets away. Covered in blood no less! His blood. They say it was green blood too!”

    “Green blood!”

    “Yeah! He’s a monster right. I heard he’s got green blood! Ain’t human!”

    It would seem some things were a bit exaggerated, but they were absolutely right. His weapon was retrieved, it had his blood on it. No it wasn’t green. Why not twist this conversation a bit? He spoke up, his voice changed a bit.

    “You know. I heard that he fought for the Empress in her absence…” He spoke up. Attention was on him.

    “Oi…suppose he did and empress is back in power. Suppose that ain’t all bad is it?”

    “Yeah…but one can’t help wonder why such a man would do that, if he was a man at all. You’d think he’d be all for anarchy.”

    “With a force that size…you know. What ever did happen to that force. There’s no wandering army in Morrim now is there?”

    Those particular words stung, but he didn’t show it. Sophia was right for that…as much as he hated to admit it…he couldn’t help but wonder why she abandoned her entire plan. More importantly…they didn’t know he was helping Anna out. Mostly out of obligation. His heart wasn’t truly with that revolution, over throwing the government. He supported the line…he supported Isra. It was just how things were. Though he wasn’t a loyalist, there was something about being from Morrim and knowing who your countries leader was. Even though she’d probably have him hanged on sight.

    “Probably just disbanded. No way they can support themselves right?” He spoke up. “Think he had any impact? I mean…since we’re talking about the equivalent of the boogeyman, do you think what he did was any good?”

    “Guess he did do some good…was in the right for once. Can’t call ‘em a hero but guess you can say he had a soft spot for the empress. You know what I heard. I heard word that he crawled out of his grave and headed to Ashoka.”

    “Baloney! Immortal Soldier is dead. So far as the record in Morrim and Ashoka say. Though that bounty in Soto still stands. Wonder why they haven’t removed it yet?”

    “Might be a just in case measure.” Tekun retorted adding to the speculation. “Maybe he went to live under the sea? I heard he doesn’t need air.” Why not add to the impossible rumors? It didn’t go over seriously, in fact the entire group broke out into laughter. Tekun sighed at the end and smiled. Leaning into his chair. Morrim was still a mess…such a mess.


    Edited by Tekun, Nov 14 2011, 01:01 PM.
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    Isra Amiel
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    The sun. It seemed it had been so long since she had felt that sensation. And while it was a rare occurrence in autumn that the sun should appear, she had picked a perfect day to come out. The past few days had brought little rain and fewer and fewer clouds appeared with each turn of the sun until finally it was uncovered with little to block it from shining its rays. With her physicians only giving her one day outside to walk the streets of her city, Isra had waited and chosen her day carefully. When she had awoken that morning to see sunshine pouring through her windows, she knew that was the day. The day she would leave the palace and its restricting walls to enjoy the sights and smells of the city she yearned to visit. And though she lived in the heart of it, still she couldn't help but miss the streets. Most importantly, the people.

    Her whole life, Isra had felt a strong loyalty toward her people, rather than to herself or her station. It had been such since she was young. Perhaps that was because while her parents were ruling she was given the opportunity to get to know many of the people she was to rule. It helped her in the long run. To have been kept so long from spending time with her people had affected her dramatically. Part of her felt like it was her fault they were suffering so. And that was the main reason behind her visit to the city that morning. Perhaps by talking to her people, she could find out what had been going on, and if they were in dire need of anything. Most people were too busy during the day with their chores and work that they hadn't the time to visit her court to tell her there. So Isra compromised with her visits.

    Today she was to visit the south-western part of the village, close enough to Tunetown to hear the wonderful music, but far enough away that it wasn't overbearing. The melodies were a soft background noise, only loud enough to be heard when one actually listened. With a long cloak wrapped around herself and her hood up, the Empress stood at the gates of the palace, watching as her people walked before her, going about their business. Her eyes moved to her left and moments later she picked up one foot and began on her way down the streets.

    Hearing the voices around her made the banshee smile. The laughter of children and the gossips of the locals had always made Isra feel better. One particular group caught her attention as she caught wind of a soldier. A dead one, it seemed. And so she stopped, standing inconspicuously beside another building. A few of them, it seemed, had found themselves chairs outside a local tavern and propped them up beside the wall. Others stood around or leaned against walls as they talked.

    "Covered in blood no less! His blood. They say it was green blood too!" Isra couldn't help the small chuckle at the thought of green blood. It was funny how the truth of things could get so twisted around.

    "I heard that he fought for the Empress in her absence..." It seemed about right. Isra had heard talk amongst the maids and servants of the palace about a soldier that never seemed to die fighting for Morrim during the time of her kidnapping. She had heard of his deeds and what he had done for the country, and for his Empress. It intrigued her slightly to hear of this seemingly indestructible fighter that was on her side.

    Her ears perked up slightly at the talk of him possibly being alive. Was it a possibility? She would love to speak to this soldier, find out what exactly it was he was fighting for. Perhaps she could do a bit of searching on her own? Maybe asking these people a few questions about him would help her figure out exactly what he had done and possibly where he had gone. Though if they were all saying he was dead, they would only lead her to his grave.

    The comment about the sea not only made the group laugh, but got another chuckle from Isra. An impossible assumption, to be sure. She watched the group as they laughed, eyes zoning in on the one man that sat back in his chair as the collective seemed to mumble about themselves, some making more humorous remarks about this immortal soldier. That one man seemed to be content to just listen. And part of her wanted to know why.

    For a moment Isra wondered if it was a good idea to draw as much attention to herself as revealing her identity would. No doubt people would flock her way to ask her why she had been in the palace so long. To ask her questions about the kidnapping and what she had endured. To say she was ready for it was far from the truth. Really, she didn't want to have to answer those questions yet. But she didn't hesitate as she stepped up to the group, hood still drawn in hopes of keeping hidden a few moments longer. Yet she held her head high, the way she did normally. If they recognized her or not, it wouldn't matter. She would be found out at some point, why delay it?

    "Tell me, friends, what deeds has this 'Immortal Soldier' done that warranted a bounty placed upon his head?"


    (( Sorry if the length is a bit much! lol ))
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    Tekun
    Immortal Soldier

    And then a woman joined the group, this gathering of men discussing rumors. Something about her caught his eye. Pale, doll like face. Her hair was a dark golden color. Petite, the word beautiful came to his mind. She had a regal touch to her, hooded. She was curious perhaps but Tekun had his own suspicions about such things. Her eyes stood out to him, and for a moment he thought she met his but immediately averted them. He pondered if she knew who he was, playing coy like he was. That frightened him somewhat, but he dismissed the paranoid thought as the group broke into a fit of laughter at the woman’s question.

    "Quite a question Lass. You never heard `bout The Immortal? Well! He’s the thing that goes bump in the night! An urban legend with a bit of truth. They say he’s killed thousands." One man spoke up before being interrupted by another.

    "No! Tens of thousands!" He jested but then gained a tinged of seriousness to his voice, as if there was truth to it.

    "Oi! Heard he kills for the pleasure! Heard he’s an agent of chaos, in league with the Devil and Andromailous!" One suggested. “Heard he made a pact with Hell and Andromailous was there too! It’s how he’s ageless!”

    "I never heard that! I heard The Banshee King was The Immortal Soldier!" One boldly suggested, they broke into a fit of laughter. This was becoming ridiculous. Heckling this woman. He wouldn’t have it.

    Tekun interjected with a cough. "The Immortal Soldier is very real. He’s not The Banshee King, but a warrior, One who shows up time and again on the battlefield. They say the day he was born he killed three men and then five others across town. What I know is, he was raised to kill. Comes from an ancient clan that once plotted to usurp Morrim`s throne some...600 years ago. That’s what the story says, hell if I know. Point is, the list for his bounty goes on. Countless murders. Handful of rapes. Massacred entire villages sparing no one. And one day this clan vanished. But he remained. Wielding a blade bigger than most men, and a taste for blood beyond all."

    "Oi! The young`n knows quite the story!" The man looked at Tekun a bit nervously, talk of these deeds. These were at least true.

    "They say he eats the souls of the dead to sustain his youth. Bathes in virgin blood. Worships some ancient perverted war God." Tekun began his own tall tale to lighten things up though it was hardly lightening.

    "Oi! I heard that! What else! What else merchant!”

    "Personally. I think it’s a wives’ tale. It’s true. He exist, is it true that he’s ageless? Not sure. What it comes down to I think is no one really knows what’s true and what’s not. But there was a time long ago where the mere mention of The Immortal Soldier would strike fear into your heart. Now a days it’s the Banshee King or maybe Orion if you‘re in Ashoka. There’s always a nightmare and then there’s always the real being behind it.” Tekun clearly knew what he was talking about, but the other more ignorant men broke into laughter.

    “Sayin’ Banshee King is a saint eh? Maybe? Oi. Maybe he throws money in the streets on Sundays dressed in disguise, give back to the people. Eh. That man is a monster.” Tekun recoiled at the seniors words slightly, as if he took offense to it. He looked to Istra.

    “Sorry, I got off track. But the point is. A lot over the years. Maybe damned from birth? I think he’s alive. Wandering yet. You can’t kill an Immortal after all and I don’t think some silly uprising and chaos would do a veteran like that in.”
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    Isra Amiel
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    Empress of Morrim

    Her head dropped instictively as the men all turned her attention to her. While still visible, her face was more in shadow that way, and her features would be slightly more hidden. Perhaps they wouldn't recognize her this way, and she could keep them from figuring it out until after they told her of this soldier they seemed to like making jokes about. Her eyes continued to watch each one of them, lingering on each one as they all laughed about her question. To her it seemed like a valid question, then again she had also been the one that was locked away for a long time before dying.

    With each comment about the man in question, their words got more and more ridiculous. With a raised eyebrow, the Empress wondered if there was even some truth to this soldier. If there was even a soldier to begin with. Maybe they were all making it up, and there wasn't any truth to any of it. The second they made the comment about the Banshee King, the one and only Andromalius, the woman almost glowered. Sure they may have been jesting with her, and they probably knew that it wasn't him at all, but the thought of suggesting it was appalling to her. While Andromalius may have wanted the best for Morrim, as she did, he wouldn't have gone around and fought in her name, in the name of the Empress he had himself imprisoned.

    She was about to turn and leave when the white haired man started speaking. At least this person was being courteous and actually telling her what she asked to hear about. And he sure did know a lot about this man. Just as she had thought earlier, her suspicions came around again. He had to be someone at least close to this 'Immortal Soldier' if not he himself. Then the man started with the ridiculous suggestions and Isra really did roll her eyes. Truly this was all getting out of hand. She would have to go find someone else if she were to learn any more about this person.

    The man talked again Isra watched him. So there was truth in it. The Empress was being turned every which way, it was hard for her to really know what was truth and what wasn't. So when the group started laughing about a comment one of them made and the man recoiled, her initial suspicion moved to the front of her mind again. Almost as if it was confirmed. She watched the men and looked back at the man at his last words. He didn't think the soldier was dead. Perhaps he could tell her more.

    After a small silence the woman nodded. "Looks like I got my answers. You gentlemen have a good day." Her eyes moved across to the man with white hair and lingered there before she turned, lowering her hood as she started walking away from them. Her golden locks tumbled down her shoulders and back and a gasp was heard from ahead.

    "Mistress!" The woman gasped as she moved forward, curtseying before moving up to her and taking her hands. The Empress smiled and took the woman's hands lightly. Softly they spoke, more and more people crowding around them, laughing and rejoicing at the sight of their Empress out among the people again.
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    Tekun
    Immortal Soldier

    The men bid the empress farewell, his eyes met hers once more. When she removed her hood, he knew then and there whom she was. Much to his surprise. Isra Amiel. Empress of Morrim. Her curiosity had been peaked about him, about the soldier. Tekun himself didn’t know exactly what to do about it. Those who had been talking to her immediately felt…shame in the manner they had treated her. So casual. They were no where to be seen as they moved away, embarrassed. She was attracting attention and Tekun didn’t exactly want that attention. But she was alive, Tekun felt relief out of that much.

    “Empress…” Tekun spoke. His gave met the back of her head. It was hard to know exactly what to do now. He stood up. To his full height and gave her…a slight bow. He showed her respect and though Tekun would normally refuse to kneel to any man. Tekun would for her. There was a spark of patriotism reignited in his heart. It was what had made him fight to keep the current throne. To keep things how they were suppose to be.

    “Was there more you wished to know on the subject?” Tekun asked. He sensed she had more questions, more to discuss. In fact, he was…sure she knew. He had been read. That much he thought. But doubt seeped into his mind. But if she didn’t know now, she probably knew here. She had his full attention. He looked about in his typical paranoid fashion but none would dare make a move against her. Or dare shed blood in her presence. He felt this odd sensation of…secureness but at the same time she could easily condemn him. So odd. He wondered if she hated him.
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    Isra Amiel
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    Empress of Morrim

    With all the commotion around her, she almost didn't hear the man behind her. The people surrounding her were asking question after question about where she had been, when she had gotten back, what had happened to her. It was almost too much to bear, as with each touch she heard still more questions from them. Her mind raced before she turned to see the man from earlier bow before her, even if it was a slight one. So he had some respect, now that he knew who she was. At least that was something.

    The Empress turned her attention to the man and she looked at him for a moment before looking back to the rest of the crowd, saying a quick goodbye to each of them before turning back to the man and nodding with a small smile. "Yes, I suppose there is. Perhaps we take this into a quieter place? One where we'll get interrupted less. The tavern is a good place to start, I suppose."

    All around them the crowd started to disperse, but news was traveling fast about the arrival of the Empress to town, and more and more people were sticking their heads outside windows and doors and moving over toward them. When she turned toward the tavern and started moving toward it, the people moved about their lives, almost as if she had the hood back up and no one knew who she was. She reached the tavern front and turned to look at him once before she opened the door and made her way into the tavern.

    It wasn't too crowded, and Isra easily made her way through the bar and to an empty table on the far end of the tavern, easily sliding into one of the chairs. Her skirts fell easily around her as she crossed her legs and undid the cloak, letting it fall behind her to hang over the back of the chair as she waited for a waitress to come to their table and take their order. It would be much easier to talk when they had already ordered their things.
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    Tekun
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    Tekun followed her, holding the door open for her when they entered. He took a seat. Taverns were always quiet. He had…forgotten how pleasant the city was. When he wasn’t being hounded by those who wished him ill. His bounty claimed here, he could once again move. Save for those with revenge purposes. Few and far between. She took a seat and he took one across from her. And…to think. Here he was in the tavern with the empress of all people. He didn’t know exactly what to think or what to do. He decided it best to behave properly.

    He agreed with a quieter place, the tavern was quiet. Filled with people. He figured they’d be treated soon. He closed his eyes and moved, removing the eye patch. The signature scar of the Immortal Soldier. One over his eye was revealed. He wasn’t blind and pocketed it.

    “I’m honored…” He stated and averted his eyes. He was a bit embarrassed. “I’ll be a little more forth coming. I’m sorry for the smoke and mirrors. I am whom we spoke of…” He introduced himself. “And I’m….very glad to see you are well. I had heard many rumors…but kept my mind open.” He never said her name for fear of drawing a crowd again. “I prefer to be called…Vincent. For safety reasons. Right now at least.”

    It was an alias, that was all. And he had never traveled to this town before. He still didn’t resemble the soldier, his usual self. His dress, lack of weapons and hair color through it off. His scar was the only major indicator. He thought himself safe.

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    Isra Amiel
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    Unlike outside, there was no music that could be heard in the bar. The only sounds were of people conversing, which was expected in a place like that. Their table, of course, was furthest from any of the other patrons of the tavern, and that was the way Isra wanted it. The last thing she needed was to be the center of attention in this place. Though it would bring in good business, Isra had bigger things to deal with at the present moment.

    The man before her started talking and she turned her attention to him, first looking up at the eye he had revealed. It lingered there for a moment before her suspicion from before was brought back to attention. It was him. The Immortal Soldier was still alive. His words brought a smile to her lips.

    "Vincent. I can call you that." She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow on the table as she looked over at him, her hand moving up to lightly rest its fingers against her cheek. "I'm glad you did that, for most of the rumors turned out to be false, didn't they? Thank you for staying true to me while I was gone. Not many would have done so." The hand moved from her cheek to rest on the tabletop as she leaned back in her chair slightly. "There are many things I want you to tell me about. I just want to make sure we aren't overheard too much." She stopped short as a woman approached their table.

    The waitress moved between the two of them, standing just beside the Empress before asking for their orders. Isra turned to her with a smile, and recognition passed over the woman's face. "I'll just have a glass of wine, if you please." The waitress turned to wait for the man's order with a small smile, having recognized Isra in a heartbeat.
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    Tekun
    Immortal Soldier

    He smiled at her acknowledgement and further more…staying true. Being thanked. It felt…nice. For once. This was different…so different from what he was used to. A warmth filled him, he rubbed the back of his neck. This was nothing he would have ever expected.

    "Morrim is my homeland…and well…I prefer to fight for what I believe in.” His explanation was as simple as that. He looked to the woman whom approached them both. Good he wasn’t exposed for who he was, however judging from her look she knew the empress. He only now saw how…much her people loved her. They embraced her, she was no Orion and on top of that. She stood out far more than the council of Soto ever would have.

    He looked to the waitress. A young short woman, smiling happy. Everyone was happy, there was reason to celebrate it seemed.

    “Roast duck…yams on the side if you would. Also…apple cider.” Tekun for the first time didn’t order a spirit. He usually drifted to hard liquor when he did, but decided to try something different for once. When was the last time he had cider? Who knew? The waitress took both orders and proceeded in the back.

    “Yes. I understand the need to be alone. Hate crowds…oi…” He sighed. “You have questions you wish to ask, please. Ask them and I will answer as best as I am capable of doing without any bias and with utter sincereness.”
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    Isra Amiel
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    Empress of Morrim

    "That's good. I'm glad that you decided to fight for us instead of against us." She spoke as the waitress left, so she wouldn't know what they were talking about. Her blue eyes watched as the waitress spoke to the people at the bar and announced who it was in the corner. Head after head turned their direction, and most of them spoke in hushed tones. A small smile curled her lips before she turned back to Tekun.

    "It's funny how people change when knowledge of their social status comes into play." The Empress spoke with a slight joking tone, smiling at him before she laughed a little. "Don't worry, I'm just joking." She turned and watched as the woman brought them their drinks. She placed before Tekun a large mug of cider, steam billowing from the top of it. In front of Isra she placed the glass of wine before setting the whole bottle down. Isra smiled at her with a nod and the waitress left.

    "There is plenty I want to ask you, and plenty we can discuss." She lifted the glass and took a sip, closing her eyes with a smile. It had been a while since she had had wine from the villages. It seemed to be different than that of what she had in the palace. She wasn't sure exactly why. Perhaps because she had more to spend to get the more expensive wines.

    She looked back at Tekun and set the glass down. "Tell me. Why exactly do they call you what they do? What exactly was the story behind that?" Isra didn't want to say names, for fear of being overheard and revealing something he didn't wish to be revealed.
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    Tekun
    Immortal Soldier

    “Time after time the Immortal Soldier shows up on the battlefield. Often he changes the tide, not so much a paragon to those who he fights with but more of terror incarnate. This much is true, through the ages I have shown up here and there. A few times in history text, some long forgotten. But the fact of the matter remains. Agelessness without any cause. Far older than he appears. Looks young but in reality he’s actually closer to maybe…600 years old? Probably older, truth be told I don’t even know how old he is.” Tekun spoke as if he was talking about someone else only for the sake of keeping his identity. It was like he was telling a story, it had a surreal type of feel.

    “He’s a berserker. Cursed. The story of his origin is true enough. Coming from the Black Horizon clan, infamous for their brutality. One among them was raised to kill. Simply. Led a stray from day one and raised to use a blade since he was able to lift it. He didn’t know any better. Imagine a child like that, blood and battle were a normal thing. Horrors of war were beyond common, not a thought was given. On his eighteenth day of birth a force of soldiers, even to this day their origin remains unknown but they say their commander was a being of about eight or nine feet in height. Clad in dark armor and a red eye that would pierce the very soul, it was as if he crawled up from hell. His iron boots stepping with a thunderous and bone chilling clank. The sword he wielded, impossible for any man to use. This being was Terror and he had come for the clan. And he did, he slew everyone save one whom managed to cling to life in desperation.”

    Tekun had never told it like that, how casual it slid off his tongue. He may as well been a bard, but it was clear by the look in his eye that this being terrified him. His hand shook instinctively, he gripped the cider and downed a good portion to regain his composure. “Very good cider…they deserve a nice tip.” He chuckled.

    “During that cling, something heard his cries. Something awful and terrifying that even I dare not speak of it so commonly. Such things haunt dreams and nightmares. Their very nature twisting life as we know it. I don’t know what they would call it, but more importantly. This thing saved him…and sent him back into the world of the living for one purpose, to wreck havoc among an unsuspecting populous whether he wanted to or not. The Immortal Soldier was born that day. Granted an agelessness he could not deny and an unquenchable blood thirst. And the populous, having heard of the loss of this clan and of but one survivor hunted him relentlessly. Revenge for their deeds, the burden was now on his shoulder. He was a pariah. Someone to be burned for everything he did, and he did not know why they hated him. He did not know why they would not help him. In time he learned and knew. And when he could finally grasp it all, it did not matter.”

    Tekun reached for the tankard and drank more of it.

    “How can I say this? Society is cruel. They remember the bad, they don’t care what good you may do. He never wanted to murderer, it just sort of happened. He could not control his rage, they did not care nor did they help him. So they provoke it and it ends them and fuels further rage. It’s a vicious and ignorant cycle. The ages continued with little grasp of time. There were, say bouts of insanity here and there. Lost and confused. Eventually those horrid deeds fade into the background because time seals it over, deeds become distorted. Your blood color apparently changes to green at some point in time, not quite sure how that happens. But you fade away, but the bounty remains and the irrational hatred remains. But the truth of the matter remains. Do they remember why that is in place? Why he was feared?”

    Tekun let the rhetorical questions hand in the air

    “That’s the tale of The Immortal Soldier. But more uncommon facts, obscure. I hear he enjoys cooking and is rather good at it. His stew is said to be “legendary.”. His favorite food is blue berry pie, he enjoys the color midnight blue and likes the winter time.” He smirked. “He’s human still with a beating heart and feels. Call me a sympathizer if you will.”

    He drank from his tankard once more.

    “A bit long winded and not exactly my favorite tale to tell. Sorry if I bored you.” All in all it was odd to talk about himself in this fashion. But it was the general gist of things. Someone who was actually willing to listen. His Empress was willing to listen. Now that meant something. Sure, Scarlet might have but she wasn’t so pure herself and Tekun knew this. Come to think of it, how many people did she exactly cook when she turned them into toads? He remembered he was on that list…almost. She was astray perhaps. But Isra was…well she was a symbol, she was important, loved and not feared. He could respect that.
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    Isra Amiel
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    Empress of Morrim

    Isra listened as he spoke his tale, all the while sipping on her wine. She wanted to make her glass last, instead of relying on the whole bottle that the waitress had brought out. With each word of the story, she salmost became more intrigued by the tale of it all. And still, the more he talked, the more she could draw similarities between him and the Banshee King himself. While they weren't alike in many ways, in some they were. It was no wonder that people mistook them for the same person.

    He finished his tale and she turned her eyes down to her glass, looking at the small bit of wine still in it before reaching over and picking up the wine bottle. Slowly she poured herself a small bit in her glass, eyes watching the liquid as she spoke to him. "It did not bore me. It helped me understand him a bit better, which I suppose is a good thing." Of course, her words were meant for stray ears around her. She didn't want anyone suspecting anything.

    The waitress came out with the plate of food for Tekun, placing it in front of him before turning to look at the Empress. "Is there anything I can get you, milady?" The waitress put her hands in front of her as she looked eagerly at the Empress. Isra looked up at her with a smile and shook her head.

    "No, I am fine, thank you." The waitress bowed slightly before turning and walking off again. Isra turned to Tekun, placing her elbow on the table and leaning forward a little bit. She could talk lower this way and he would still hear her, unlike the others around them.

    "So if this Immortal Soldier is supposed to be dead, and the bounty has already been claimed on him, what is he doing back in the capital city of Morrim?"
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    Tekun
    Immortal Soldier

    He nodded at her acknowledgement. A good thing to be understood, he thought. His food was placed before him. His eyes left Isra and then looked upon the duck which smelled heavenly. Oh, they must have done a grand job simply because he was with easily one of the most important people in Morrim. He leaned in and spoke a bit lower, audible enough to hear.

    "They say the Mistress of Blades defeated the Immortal Soldier in the final days of the chaos that ensued but such is not the case. Claimed a hefty sum of gold from it, but if she knew she would surely come back to finish the job or perhaps she would simply not care and that is the very reason he’s back. The dead cannot be claimed twice and they say that he misses his homeland and seeks a great many things within the country. There‘s less threat for him here than in the other countries.” Tekun finished off his cider with a satisfied smile.

    “They say that he wants to finish up where he left off, find a way to assist with the rebuilding of his homeland, to hear word of how his Empress might have been perhaps and to see how the situation is currently, but rumor also has it he’s here on a lead to end the curse that plagues him. I hear he wants his life back. But after that he does not know what he exactly wants to do. Perhaps he’ll start up a baking chain or restaurant? There are other options of course but what will happen will happen.” He felt bad for wanting to eat this fine duck in front of her. It felt taunting. He could wait.

    “I’m sure he’s pleased to see how things are coming along and I’m sure he’s glad his efforts were not wasted. But right now. I’m pretty sure that he is here to get his life back on track so he can stop the path of chaos which he has sewn. He is so close he can taste his goal but it is out of reach yet.”
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    Isra Amiel
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    The smell of the duck that had been brought out for Tekun drifted to her nose, and for a moment Isra contemplated asking for food herself. But not only had she just eaten, a feast was being prepared at the palace for the messengers that constantly made their way back and forth between her and the estates around the country. She couldn't very well not show up when they were doing work for her. She turned her eyes up to Tekun as he began speaking.

    "So because there no longer stands a bounty here in Morrim, this is where he chose to be?" It definitely made sense. Morrim would be the most logical place for him to go. As for what he could do now that he was here, Isra was sure there would be no way he could show his face without serious repercussions. Perhaps a restaurant would be good? He could be the cook and stay in the back, where not many people would have a chance to discover his true identity.

    "A restaurant would be a good idea, granted you really can cook as you have said." She leaned back in her chairand looked over at his duck sitting in front of him. "You can eat. I have a feast waiting for me back at the palace." She turned her head to look out the window beside them. Even now the sun was starting to duck further down toward the horizon. "Speaking of which, I need to head back to before I am missed."

    Isra turned and looked over at Tekun. "There is much to consider with this Immortal Soldier. Perhaps after he has gotten his life back on track he could visit the Empress again?" She smiled at him as she stood. "I really am sorry to have to rush out so quickly. But I am still under the careful watch of physicians, and they don't quite know I have made it out to the city."

    The Empress moved a hand to the cloak she had placed over the back of the chair, taking it and throwing it over her shoulder before tying it around her neck. She reached into the purse attached to her belt and withdrew a few gold coins as she looked over at the Immortal Soldier. "I will take care of the cost. Enjoy your duck."

    The woman smiled before turning and walking over to the waitress, placing the coins in her hand before giving a warm smile and walking to the door of the tavern.
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    Tekun
    Immortal Soldier

    “For now, it is a safe haven in a cruel world. Friendly and familiar to him to there is danger here yet. But I suppose such things cannot be helped unless a request is made, one I am sure he would gladly appreciate and would be indebted for the rest of whatever life span he has.” He began to cut the duck at her approval of it. She needed to go, it made him rather sad but such things were needed. This had been quite a moment and day.

    “I understand and I am sure he thanks for the offer. I am sure once he is back in the area, once all things are said and done and the winds have change have blown through as they usually do. He will let you know that he is back. Mi’lady, fare well for now. This has been nothing but a pleasure for me.” He gave a warm smile.

    He was surprised she would be so rebellious. Amusing he thought. Definitely worth it. “Once again…thank you.” He turned to his duck and began his own personal feast, consuming it quickly with ferocity and contentment. He gave a bit of a chuckle as he simply went to town.
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