Past Diplomacy

[Ballentine 218]

A wretched, inexorable clanking follows a figure adorned in bronze as the sun rises over a large fortress situated adjacent to a large cave system. The twisted iron gates open for the stranger as if they expected his arrival. Ascending the various stairwells and pathways, the figure arrives in a hall, facing a High Elf man wearing a rather intricate set of silver armor. The High Elf would be sitting in a trivial wooden throne with other armored figures standing next to him. Stopping several meters from the throne, the visitor positions his hand on the hilt of the blade sheathed at his side. The High Elf man would start to speak, muttering slightly.

"Counselor, many thanks to you for arriving so quickly. Many shall benefit from the strategy you possess". The stranger responds in a distorted voice.

"The Inquisitorius does not condone the religious etiquette in which you constantly flatter your people with. Perhaps you could abandon your pitiful ways and assume positions in these lands which would squander the enemy. Or are you too concerned about public opinion?"

Wrinkling his nose, the High Elf stands up, quickly approaching the Counselor. His shaky hand rubbing the pommel of his sheathed saber, the man retorts.

"The people are the fuel in this great flame of battle. They give us our supplies, our footman and quarters during these rough times. I will not allow some philosophical zealot to tell me about how much faith I put in people."

Unsheathing his blade, the high elf gets himself into a defensive position. Cackling slightly, the Counselor steps back slightly. 

"You young rulers know not of how to respond to ambassadors such as myself. I declared parle before entering this very castle, meaning you can not take arms against me. Henceforth, I remove you from your position as Chancellor."

The Counselor sighs, unsheathing his blade. Swiftly, the stranger slashes out at the Chancellor's stomach before he can react. The High Elf gasps, letting his saber fall to the ground. His stomach-area begins to swell with crimson blood as his bowels seep onto the limestone floors. The Counselor turns around, abruptly leaving the premise. Outside, the sun fades behind a cloud as the stranger walks down the stairs of the fortress.

 

OOC: This is some experiment text, if it's well-received, I'll write some more. Please feel free to leave constructive comments, they are always welcome.

 

 

 

[Dreek 1633]

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