The Emperors Return

[Eleatic 1033]

Jaehaeyrs gasps in dismay, his eyes flailing backwards. Darting to the figure.

"That is far from 'the truth, sir..! Never served Oren?! That is of the greatest lie I see~! We were heir much of Oren's coast. You speak falsity, with this man of Norsem! - So this Ser Norsem proclaimed himself ruler of our lands, and we obliged. But only in name, we are the true heirs to it, and in that time. You shall see, he was under no semblance of nobility, upon doing this. I beg of you, look at the original parchment, he won naught through glory, but through us allowing it!. And that, was our biggest mistake~.. These men, speak heresy.. Lies, treason. To the crown itself, it would be of no interest to me to lie. I swear upon my life, upon my house's honor. And upon the sight of god I swear this..!"

[sorry for the length..]

[ayresalex 517]

*A look of disdain and disgust spreads across his face, after the rage subsides,

"Is this slander, I hear? I never attacked your precious little island. Your coward relative blew it up, as a craven would. Did I make plans? Aye. He didn't pay his taxes. And you still have yet to do so. So what's keeping me from hanging you for skirting around from paying taxes to your liege lord, eh?"

*His men mutter in agreement, and Norsem turns to them, then faces the Fireeyes man, grinning.*

[Eleatic 1033]

Jaehaeyrs's eyes flutter open once more, his frown turning to a look of rage upon it, his nostrils flaring.

"Taxes?! You dare accuse us of this! We payed you months in advance, chests and chests, crates of Iron! You dare accuse us of this, yet you do not take the time to admit these things..! Why would my relative blow it up?! Is he a fool! It is our home, our legacy!"

Jaehaeryrs's rage soon subsides, a sound cough emanating from his mouth, before a smile appears.

"Liege lord? You dare accuse yourself of dominance over us.. You sicken me. Norsem.."

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

Rhazev begins to pace the room, all the while stroking the stubble of hair on his chin. He comes to a sudden stop and spins on his heels to face Jaehaeyrs again. He speaks once more;

"I t'ink what I'm sayin' be quite close to tha truth-"

He reaches up to his head and takes his pink bandana from it. He holds it before him and begins to fiddle with it, trying to cope with his nerves.

"Give tha people 'ere some examples o' when ye served Oren. I would'a fought wit' ye in some battles if ye 'ad. If ye really 'ave served Oren before then ye 'aven't made much o' an impression wit' me. I'd rather give yer 'ouse to one o' them peasant children than keep it wit' a man I've never 'eard o'."

Fiddles with his bandana once more, untying the knot and retying it over and over again.

[Eleatic 1033]

Jaehaeyrs sighs in disdain, his eyes turning downward, he faces Rhazev, saying in a soft tone.

"I am but an old fool, how could I serve in a war..? My grand-son..? Was it, Lornas. I could say, served in one or two battles of Oren's making, though of most time. He was governing the isles of which he was lord.. - Besides this fact. You accuse me of never helping Oren.. Do you not know who heals you, when you die. Norsem? The monks, dare hang me.. You might lose that privilege.."

[sorry for the length..]

[ayresalex 517]

*Gestures to the mans statements, and in a sarcastic tone, says, "Please! Do explain!"

[Eleatic 1033]

Jaehaeyrs begins to make a soft sigh, his head falling down, ragged hair from his head going downward, he looks up. His eyes meeting Norsem's.

"From the Ashes. We stand tall. Norsem. Do you know our words..? M'lord Godfrey has yet to give a verdict, but you must realize. Even if your falsities are claimed as fact, we will stand tall.. And gallant, against you. As we have to others.. For so many years."

He stops his speaking, stepping up from his bow, pacing near the throne, then stepping backwards. Running a bony finger through his hair. Before continuing on, his violet eyes gleaming from the gaunt holds within.

"You are not the first to do such things to us. Ser... I hope you understand where our words come from."

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

Rhazev looks up from his bandana to meet Jaehaeyrs eyes. Grinning ever so slightly he begins to speak once more;

"So yer an old fool are ye? Ye might not know what yer talkin' about. I 'ave served Oren for most o' me life. I know this place better than most, and I never 'eard o' yer feckin' family. This Lornas tha' ye speak o', I met 'im a few times. 'elped me escape when some o' the guards were trying t' roughen me up against Eze'kiel Tarus' orders. Next times I met 'im was when I were tryin' t' take over a ruin that 'e owned. Ended up givin' tha' t' me. Man were a *****, and I bet ye are one too. I bet yer entire family is. Ye come 'ere spreadin' deceit an' lies, tryin' to turn these good men against one anotha. Go back t' tha 'ole ye crawled from"

Looks back down to his bandana and decides to put it back on his head.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

*Alexander has a servent bring him, the High Chancellor and his father Godfrey all a glass of the finer wines in the keep. As he sips his wine, it being a bit bitter, he smiles and turn to the High Chancellor and says*

"Well this is rather entertaining, is it not? And how is your wine? Tis a bit bitter but I like it that way."

[Eleatic 1033]

Jaehaeyrs does not respond, a tear escaping from the gaunt hole within his eye, turning his head back, staring upwards at his king. Saying in a soft tone

"If you deny my word.. And decide to hang me, I shall accept your order. My emperor. But I beg.. You do not give him the satisfaction."

His head turns to face the crowd, the high nobles exchanging murmurs. Looking down upon the weary old monk, and the outraged nobles..

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

Gives one dismissive wave and raises his middle finger to Jaehaeyrs whilst he isn't looking, as to humor the crowd, then speaks for a last time;

"I told ye all he were a *****."

Throws his bandana at Jaehaeyrs in one last display of disgust and falls back into the crowd where his friend and Adelban bannermen stand.

[Eleatic 1033]

Jaehaeyrs says naught one utterance.

"Accepting your superior, and emporer's orders.. Is craven? I was a knight... Not in this nation, but oh my.. How the world has changed, I would have been seen as kindly. For accepting whatever fate he has in store.. Not craven.."

Jaehaeyrs mutters to himself somlonmly, a tear escaping from his gauntly laid eye. The crowd looking upon him with clear bewilderment. He straightens his robe, muttering a small prayer as Godfrey begins to utter his response

"And so I end... But from my ashes.. I hope; Another shall stand tall."

He mutters this once more. Naught a person hearing, of course. Though he only says this to himself.

[Artorus. Post! >:-o]

[Electric Wizard 78]

Alexander de Stolistes sat in his keep, quite settled and comfortable for a long stint of drafting. He was sketching a church and some designs for it. A golden chalice, bejeweled with green jewels, of a light brown alcohol that is distilled from sugar cane, sits next to his parchment. His family crest is engraved on the front.

He takes a puff off of a pipe that was whittled out of a boar's tusk. His fingers feel over the gold and the intricate designs engraved into the side.

Knock Knock Knock.

The cast iron door knocker resonates the oak door with a deep bellow. It echoes through his keep.

Alexander de Stolistes' eyes dart up to the door and he spies a familiar face through the door's window.

"Thee may enter, good steward.", Alexander made sure to enunciate as the door is quite thick.

He takes a deep drag on his pipe and lets a cloud of smoke out as Vogorn enters.

"My lord, I have a message of grand precedence. His imperial majesty has returned!", Vogorn says in his best official language.

A smile grows on Alexander's face and he sets his pipe down, his eyelids relax and he rubs his fingers through the goatee on his face.

"Fetch my steed, good steward, and thy steed as well. We are to ride to Arethor.", Alexander stands to his feet slowly, he finishes his drink in the chalice beside his paperwork.

After a short ride to Arethor, he dismounts his horse. He ties the horse to the stable and walks to the keep. He walks inside the keep and stands off to the side.

[Sultan 3953]

Looks towards Jaehaeyrs then to Norsem, ''Hmm we know that Norsem is the Lord of the Isles given to him by Duke Jack, but tell me of this stroy ye speak of Jaehaeyrs do ye have any papers of giving the tithe to Count Norsem? Laughs a little bit ''Sir do not worry hanging doth not happen for a noble that hath not payed his tithe, that is an extensive manner and would not happen''

''Now speak to me of this occurring in length. And after ye are done Count Norsem well speak his side and we shall judge''

[Redbaron™ 690]

*Often wonders if the sea around Fireeyes island was created on the account of how much the family members seem to cry*