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frelans

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High Treason
« on: January 24, 2010, 03:25:26 PM »
You say in common 'Emperor Yevian, I ask to speak with you about my warrant... I
 understand what it looked like but i think i have served my justice for the cri
me.... Your men have slaughtered me many times and sentenced me to maximum sente
nce in your jail...'


You say in common 'Three times of maximum sentence i might add...'



Yevian says to you in common, in a cold, raspy tone, 'You think so, do you? And
you know the ammount one should suffer for treason?'


You say in common 'If they wished to of tortured me for it then i believe they s
hould of done so before all the murdering and maximum sentence... but that is ju
st my thoughts you are the Ruler of this City.'


An athletic male felis with a majestic silver coat scrunches his nose slightly.


Yevian says to you in common, in a cold, raspy tone, 'I never got that head you
promised me... though I did get the letter afterwards.. worry not, I've an idea
to solve this matter.'


Frelans sighs slightly.


You say to Yevian in common 'Body parts decompose....'


Siar looks at you.

Yevian says to you in common, in a cold, raspy tone, 'An ear in exchange for the
 head.  And in addition, I suppose, I'll end the hunt on you.'


Siar looks at Yevian.


Frelans gets a blank look upon his face.



Siar looks at you.



Yevian says to you in common, in a cold, raspy tone, 'Reasonable enough consider
ing the insult you gave me.'




You say to Siar in common 'Do you have a dagger/?

Siar nods to you.

You say in common 'May i see it please.'


Yevian says to you in common, in a cold, raspy tone, 'Not one you'd want to use.

Siar glances at Yevian.

Siar grunts.

Siar says to Yevian in common, with a faint hiss, 'My Lord?'

Yevian says to Siar in common, in a cold, raspy tone, 'Give him your knife.'



Siar bows her head to Yevian.


Yevian says to an athletic male felis with a majestic silver coat in common, in
a cold, raspy tone, 'Unless you've a knife.'


Siar pushes herself from the desk and moves closer to you, handing over the gobl
in knife, hilt first.

Frelans grabs the hilt of the knife that Siar offers him.


an athletic male felis with a majestic silver coat says to Yevian in common, in
a well-controlled alto with easily defined clarity, 'I do not, Your Excellency.'


Siar gives you a goblin hunting knife.


Frelans spins it around in his right paw for a moment.

You wield a goblin hunting knife.


Frelans stops it, gripping the hilt of the knife tightly.

Siar steps back from you, leaning against the desk again, watching with narrowed
 eyes.


Yevian watches you with a scowl present on his lips.


Frelans moves his left paw up to pull his left ear up tight.


An athletic male felis with a majestic silver coat absently pets one of the cani
dae head pauldrons on his shoulder, scratching it behind the ear.


Frelans takes a few deep breaths before he quickly sweeps his right hand up whic
h is holding the knife and slices his left ear off at the base.


Frelans grimaces at first, blood flowing from his freshly cut off ear.


An athletic male felis with a majestic silver coat watches you with a stoic expr
ession, completely unmoving.

Frelans wipes off a goblin knife on his forearm before handing it back to siar

Frelans tosses his left ear to an athletic male felis with a majestic silver coa
t, blood flowing down the left side of his head.


An athletic male felis with a majestic silver coat raises a hand to accept the e
ar, a silver-bladed cloak hung from canidae-head spaulders scraping loudly with
 the movement.



You have received a pardon.


An athletic male felis with a majestic silver coat catches the nasty ear.


Siar takes the knife, sniffing at the traces of blood on the blade momentarily.



Yevian says to you in common, in a cold, raspy tone, 'You're forgiven your trans
gressions for now.. just know it will begin anew if you act against me again.'


Frelans closes his eyes for a moment, swaying side to side slightly.

Frelans nods his head slightly, blood dripping from it to the ground as he does so.
A translucent spectre's wrath massacres Sharok!
    Sharok gently lands on the ground.
    Sharok is stunned but will probably recover.
    Sharok hits the ground ... DEAD.
   
    You say in common 'May Lord Jeyne watch over this battlefield this day, ensuring the strong in here prevail

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High Treason
« Reply #1 on: January 24, 2010, 05:57:12 PM »
An ear? Gross!
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