Perkins
Blackwater Pirate
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Post by Perkins on Aug 16, 2013 2:34:32 GMT
August 14th, Afternoon.
Today is a rather special day. I have this feeling that my long wait for a chance to rise to power is finally coming to an end. Such excitement I hold in my heart that I decided to document all of my progress in some sort of a journal, thus I am writing this here, now. For those who may or may not read this journal at some point, I am Dorothy Perkins, daughter of a human, named Jonathan Perkins, and an elf, named Fera-ik of the Wild Elves of the Forest. I am 28 years old, was born in the kingdom of Valencia, and have no family left to call my own. I am an artist in my own right, skilled in the art of war, for it requires great imagination, skill, study and patience to be a true warrior. I detest the crude plate-claded men who rush into combat like fools, yet they do have their uses. How else would a person like myself, one who aims for important targets from afar with a bow and arrow, would feel safe enough to enter the battlefield if meatshields such as these were not present? But I digress. I may or may not continue writing more about who I am the further down the path of gaining power I go. Perhaps that is how it's best if things are to be kept in order. And order is a thing that must exist in this world. Should fools be allowed to be free to do as they please, then this world would lie in ruins, and none of those who deserve to rule would ever do so.
Continuing on with the reason I was excited enough to write in this journal...I was going through my daily routine work-out schedule, shooting ungrateful creatures such as literring birds down, when suddenly, a messenger approached me. I am no foreigner when it comes to recognizing royalty, even when it comes from the message a messenger may bear. I easily realized this man was a royal messenger, bringing news from the king of Valencia himself, Renen. The land's most skilled men and women were to gather in the king's castle and listen to his word. What better way to begin my rise to power than getting closer to the king? I am right now on my way to the castle, to present the scroll the messenger handed me to the guards and to be escorted to the king. That way I can pledge my service to him, as any loyal man or woman of Valencia should do. Once this 'audience' is finished, I will write about my experience here, should the mood hit me.
I only hope I am allowed to carry my weapons inside the castle itself; Some people that these news would attract may not be of the sort that deserve to be in the presence of the king...Or my own.
The king's castle was marvelous, as expected. However, my mood soon turned bitter once I was in the presence of the king, for I was not the first one there. A man, some sort of Bard, obviously not a warrior, noble or religious representative, was standing before the king, smiling, as if this was a walk in the dirty yard where he crawled out from. No respect was shown by the man, as he even went as far as to speak before he was given permittion to do so, without apologizing afterwards! It was an outrageous encounter, but I did as I should and properly bowed before my king. It felt a bit awkward, as the king left me there, keeping my head and body low for a good while, making my back hurt slightly. I introduced myself to the king, announcing my intent to him and offering my services as planned. And then the bard decided to talk to me in the presence of the king, before I was acknowledged first. I could just but sigh at that moment and reply to his prying. At least I got to subtly insult him when I pointed out his faults to him. That gave me a tiny bit of satisfaction, but that didn't last. Suddenly, a man burst inside and nearly yelled out that he was here to pledge himself to the king's cause as well. Another meatbag, ready to be thrown to the wolves. I cared little for the loud man, as he was probably of low importance and would be used for murdering puppies after he had outlived his usefulness. The king then addressed us. He got down from his throne and walked closer. My heart was about to burst, pounding due to the excitement I felt...But then it slowed down and I felt as if I was being talked down by him. He asked that everyone does not need to be so formal. I just wanted to scream out of anger. I find it incocievable, refering to the king as if he was a normal man. He is a king for a good reason! If we are suddenly all equals, then what's the point of showing loyalty and respect to those who deserve it more than others? To those who command power!? I just kept my head low for a moment, shrugged off all of these thoughts and raised my head before complying to his wishes. A king is still a king, and no matter how absurd his orders are, I must obey. We were offered refreshments and food while we waited for more people to arrive. I have not tasted such magnificent steak for many years, ever since my father passed away. After we waited for a time, the bard decided to annoy me further with his intent to start a conversation with me. He must think I have nothing better to do than to be courted by a low-life such as him. Alas, the doors opened once more and another barbaric looking man entered. This one, however, was properly kneeling before the king and waiting to be addressed before he stood up. A barbarian that obeys true order? Unlikely. Most likely a man who primitively acts before thinking. -2- The loud man from before took a seat opposite of me and just stared into my very soul for a bit. Creepy meatbags are even worse than normal meatbags. They think they have a place in the world other than that of being thrown into battle like mindless animals. Another unimportant man stepped inside soon after, whom I paid little attention to, as I was enjoying myself. My meal was soon interrupted by the king, who, after attracting attention with a simple snap of his fingers, spoke his goals to those present in the room. One of the two goals was to head out towards a neighbouring nation to the west to seek diplomatic relationships with, while the second one being a scouting trip, lead by the king himself. If my mouth was not full at that moment, I would voice my surprise in some way. The choice for me was obvious, of course. Keeping the king safe was going to earn me more respect amongst the important people, and at the same time, I could measure the power of our ruler. I voiced my desire to accompany the king in the scouting trip, something I am skilled in is scouting of course, and he approved. It would appear that it would be just the two of us...All the better to try and study him better. Maybe even talk to him privately, if he would allow me to. For now, I shall head off to make preparations for our scouting mission. Supplies, properly maintained equipment, and the such. After I have completed this mission, or if something of the outmost importance happens during our travels, I will return to writing in this journal. -3-
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Post by Perkins on Aug 16, 2013 12:38:44 GMT
August 15th, Evening.
I one had asked me to describe my experience with the king during our scouting mission, I wouldn't know what to say. It was awkward, yet at the same time made me feel a bit of joy in my heart. I have not seen magical combat like this since uncle Doel, curse his soul. The trip was short and of not much excitement for the most part. The king spoke mostly to the creature that accompanies him to nearly everyplace he tends to go, so I was largely ignored. It didn't bother me as much, I am still a new acquaintance to the king and I am not important enough yet to be considered that valuable. Still, it would have been nice if he decided to engage in conversation with me during our mission. Continuing on to the actual mission, I kept my eyes and ears open, the keen senses I have inherited from my mother at their best, making sure that nothing would threaten us while we were traveling. I didn't require many supplies, since it was a small trip. Just my bow, arrows, sword, food and water to keep me going. As we were headed deeper inside the forest, we encountered something I would have never expected to see so close to Alexandria - Zombies. Actual, zombies. It was but five of them, but still, a troubling sight. It is not often the undead are few. When you see a few, more are around almost certainly. My concern grew bigger when I saw them charging at us, a moment after I was able to fire at one of them. To my knowledge, such undead creatures are resilient to piercing weapons such as my arrows, so I was forced to drop my bow and engage in melee combat with my sword. I do not favour such tactics, but it was my only option at the moment. The one I shot charged at me, but the creature was foolish to think I wouldn't retaliate. It failed to strike, leaving a large opening for me to attack, which I did. Slashing away at the creature, it was obvious I could easily handle that one, but the other four were closing in. King Renen had his feline-like creature attract the attention of the brunt of their attacks, so we were able to stay at a safe distance from the group. However, the creature quickly fell to the undead attack, leaving our line, meaning me, vulnerable once more.
-4- But the king had different plans for them, it seemed. Before I could notice them, eagles arrived to aid us in this fight, clawing away at the undead fiends with unrivaled fervor. It was no mystery as to who had called these beasts. The king must have many more such tricks up his sleeve. He has experience as a God, after all. One can only expect as such. I was left damaged by one of the zombies as it decided to strike at me from the side, and am still recovering right this moment. Though the wound hurt, what was damaged the most was my pride. I was supposed to prove myself to the king during that mission, yet it turned out that I was largely unable to impress him, since the situation was under his control. No matter. This won't be my only chance, no. I can smell the rest heading my way. As I lay here, in pain, trying to prepare for my next battle, I can only smile at the thought of me going up against the enemies of Valencia. Be they living or dead, they will only serve as the steps that I will climb in order to reach greatness. My determination is unrivaled. After returning to the castle, I gave the king a reminder of who to call in case he needs aid, but he gave no reply to my words. Perhaps he is able to take in all information and he expects his answer to be implied. Who can tell, really. The king then summoned his messenger once more, informing him of the undead presence and requesting the return of the men who headed for the diplomatic mission to the west. He seems to think we will require more capable hands if we are to secure the area around Alexandria. A good tactic, if I may say so. A moment before I departed, a bird flew inside, tempting me to shoot it down for it's insolence. I do hate it when birds think they own the place. Regardless, this one was bearing a message for the king, which he did not read out loud, so I couldn't know what it was for. I didn't mean to pry, so I left the castle before I was scolded for incompetence. Now I eagerly await the next chance I will have to show the king that I am more than capable of taking care of myself, and taking care of my enemies and his enemies as well. -5-
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Post by Perkins on Aug 19, 2013 5:28:51 GMT
August 16th, Evening.It has been a day ever since we have left Alexandria on a hunting trip, and now I am alongside the king and his companion, the creature that is around him all the time, Pantera. Sadly, this day was wasted on searching for good game, but I was unable to locate something proper for us to hunt. I had to, sadly, report these news to the king who didn't seem to be disappointed in the least. Though, through clever use of speech and tactical thinking inherited by my father, I was able to take out some information on him that could prove to be useful. This enigmatic creature that is around him....This feline of sorts. Standing up straight, talking, never leaving his side and obviously magical...It was easy to tell there was a deeper connection between the two of them than just servant and master.And so I was able to subtly ask my way through this creature's identity. It would turn out that it and King Renen share a special bond. A very special bond. Supposedly this creature is his other half, his soulmate as it said. It is supposed to complete him in every way. They both revealed to me that they have markings on their body that prove the connection between them, leaving me in slight awe as I was watching how they could suddenly glow in response to each other. The king claimed himself to be strange...Not at all, I'd say. It is to be expected of a God to be different...Special. However, it would appear that the both of them sought not the chance to give me proof of their higher-powers in order to enslave me under the banner of a 'worshipper'. They simply did it to explain their bond. That is something I found rather absurd. The king has no reason to explain himself to me, a subordinate. But he is special when it comes to how he wishes to be treated as well, I suppose.Though what I did learn...It was a bit useful. They seem to have no intention of gaining worshippers again, as it is a chore for them. They have asked me to keep this...Fact about them a secret. And of course, I have sworn that words on the matter would never be mouthed by me. But I do have hands. And paper can be the air in which my pen will speak on. So I have always the chance of using this information, for personal benefit, of course. It is not my style to betray a superior, but in case I end up proving to be what my father has always planned me to be, then I will use any and all advantages I have against those who would see me remaining nothing but a servant. There is still much I wish to ask of king Renen about Godhood...For if a God can fall...A mortal may be able to rise.
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Post by Perkins on Aug 19, 2013 14:55:58 GMT
August 17th, Dawn.
I was unable to get much sleep last night. A thought crossed through my head that troubled me deeply. I think it would be best if I wrote it down here, as it may make me feel a bit better, lighten the load on my brain. I am not sure if the king is awake yet or not, and I would like not to pester him with the noise I am making while writing this, so I moved slightly further away from his presence. It's a warm night -
...I digress. I need to focus and just write down my thoughts. This particular thought in general made me feel uneasy. If King Renen has no worshippers, does that mean he is getting weaker? Is he getting stronger? I have little knowledge on how things work with gods but...What if he at some point just disappears? Will our kingdom be left without a leader? Chaos will rule the lands of Valencia, and that is something I will not stand for. My slight concern on how the king is already a bit lax on every peasant and similar scum around him makes me feel frustrated, to say the least. It's as if he thinks that they deserve to be treated as normal people by someone of his status. Or my own, that is.
This brings back a lot of, unpleasant, memories. Maybe it'd be best if I write them down later so that I get them out of my head. Facing your past is always better than allowing it to linger and this is a journal after all. But I will have to get to it later, for I am not comfortable enough to write in this journal while a beast may be prowling in the forest.
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Post by Perkins on Aug 19, 2013 16:24:01 GMT
August 17th, Dusk.
Today was not a bad day at all. My skills have proven to be more than enough to locate proper game and take care of it at the same time. And it was not just any kind of game, it was big game. As I was treading around the woods with the King, I was able to locate a grizzly bear idling about with my inherited keen senses. Mother did end up being useful about something, after all. Knowing that it had not noticed us yet, the beast was in for a big surprise. The King summoned one of the eagles that aid him in combat and I quietly walked to a favourable position before firing at the big bear. Make no mistake, I am not a delusional idiot that thought this would be enough. It was mearly the beginning of our assault. As the bear got struck by my arrow, I expected it to charge at me, which is where the king's companion and summoned eagle stepped in, blocking the beast's path. Sadly, it would seem that they are not as tough as you would expect them to be, so they were easily, and quickly, run down by the might of the bear's claws. It was not long before I realized that my arrows had angered the bear, and I would be the next target. I tried to make it as far as possible to allow the king to summon more creatures under his command. One claw flew for my head, which I luckily managed to dodge, but the next one came at my torso, which wounded me and gave me another scar on my body. No matter, I shrugged off the pain and continued keeping the bear's attention on me, until the king's creatures came to my aid. Victory was seconds away, as the bear was faltering in it's assault, due to the pain most likely, which gave me the chance to fire directly at it's head, piercing through it's vitals and granting me victory.
Now at least I have a nice bear pelt to keep me warm at night, even though the summer is friendly enough to our region already as it is. I think the king took notice of my abilities today and he will most certainly remember how it was me that is close to him more than any other of his people. This will surely give me some points with him. Which will gain me recognition, reputation and gradually, power. Alas, this all comes with the scars of war and now I need some more rest if I am to survive another battle. Perhaps Uncle Doel was right about one thing. Learning the secrets of magic under him would have saved me lots of painful trouble.
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Perkins
Blackwater Pirate
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Post by Perkins on Aug 20, 2013 2:49:53 GMT
August 18th, Morning.
It's a nice, warm, summer morning, and it is a good day to hunt. However, it seems as if it is an even better morning for rest and relaxation. Even though father always said that "There is no rest for the wicked." , I tend to think otherwise. How focused can one be when their eyes are weary and their ears not perked? Regardless, I am taking a break from my search for wild animals that would prove a sufficient challenge, and am currently writing on my thoughts in this journal that I have come to like writing in. Last Dawn, I was unable to sleep properly due to troubled thoughts I had that day. I was going to at some point write about that troubled past I had mentioned here, so I guess this is the time. I need to first write down some of my family's history in order to explain things better.
As I have written down before, I was born to a human father and an elven mother. My father was the proudest son of the Perkins' family, Lord Jonathan The Cruel, noble in both appearance, mindset, skills and riches. He had inheritted the family's wealth when he challenged his father, my grandfather, to a joust and won, my grandfather suiciding in shame. Grandmother died of sadness soon after, leaving everything to my father. Father has always been a cruel man. It was his most recognizable trait. Everyone feared and respected his might and cunning, and they were all jealous of his ability to think tactically even in the worst situations, and back up his planning with his sheer amount of skill in combat. He used his dominant character to impose his will on others, forcing them to obey his commands through threats and intimidation. He was one wonderful father, indeed. I wish I could only see him one more time and thank him for shaping me in his image.
Now, mother on the other hand, was a useless elf of the wilds, talking about how freedom is a true value that everyone deserves and we should all recognize. She was born to some annoying couple that allowed her to leave on her own so she could make her own choices in life. What kind of parent does that to their children? Dooming them to a life of stupidity? She was always hoping to influence people's minds with her kind words, trying to make them see her way by giving them a choice, one that most people never took of course. Why would anyone ever do so? Follow a path that would make every peasant in the world equal to nobles such as us!? That would only be disastrous, as those foolish slaves only wish to take our place in order to be even harsher than us to their old friends. How do I know? A tale for later. For now, let's say that mother gave me the option to leave the life of a noble behind, and instead become like her, a wondering woman that would give advice to those who needed it, and help to those less fortunate. Writing this down right now makes me feel like an idiot.
It seems like the king is ready to travel, so I will continue this later.
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Post by Perkins on Aug 20, 2013 23:31:28 GMT
August 18th, Evening.Today was a troubling day...As I was scouting for prey, I spotted a wolf pack headed towards the area I was searching for game. Maybe they were attracted by the wildlife, came to find shelter...I couldn't tell. However, they were in our area, so I had to report back to the king. It would appear he thought we could take them on, even though I had my doubts. So, we headed for the wolves, along with the eagles that the king had summoned, preparing for combat. Things didn't go as good as we had expected them to go, though. Once combat began, the eagles quickly fell to the wolf pack, leaving our line vulnerable. Of course, we couldn't handle the mass of wolves that ran for us, so we had to quietly make our escape. I was pretty disappointed at the tactical appraisal my king possessed. I knew we stood no chance, but he insisted. Perhaps it was...A God's way of thinking.
And so we ran. We ran for our lives. I hate doing that. It makes me so angry. I just wanted to complain, but I restrained myself from doing so. There will be another chance for us to take out these wolves, that I can tell. This has literally destroyed my earlier mood, so I will continue my story when I have found the mood to actually do so. In the meantime, I think we can try searching for more things to hunt. I just want to shed some blood in order to sate my anger for now.
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Post by Perkins on Aug 21, 2013 12:10:17 GMT
August 19th, Dawn.
I couldn't get much sleep last night. I was still rather angered at what had occured during our hunt. No matter. I moved to a more secluded place so I can continue writing my journal. I think I have left a story unfinished. A story about a peasant coming to power and becoming ruthless like the people he hated before his 'ascension'.
It was back when I was thirteen years old that my mother had once again bothered my father with her nonsense. She asked that I was tutored by one of the people of the city, a man she considered a friend, on the subject of 'benevolent ruling'. My father could only laugh at this statement, but gave the woman the chance to prove her point and allowed her friend to tutor me on the afformentioned subject. And so, on the following day, a man wearing a peasant's clothing and carrying little more than two books on his person arrived at my father's mansion. One of his servants opened the door and sent him to my room, after closely inspecting his equipment, of course. He didn't even knock the door before entering my room, which mildly upset me, but I was amused by his appearance. It was obvious this man, just by the look on his face, had no chance of changing my ideas. Still, I welcomed him inside, as is proper, and asked him to take a seat so that we could start. He placed his books on the desk and introduced himself.
"I am professor Richard Zir and I will be your tutor from now on, concerning the subject of Benevolent Ruling." The man's ears were slightly pointed, but his hair was curly and black, his torso wide and his weight great, obviously not an elf but not human either. His beard was short, unattended and his smell was close to foul. His fat hands made me sick, and his inability to properly sit on a chair like a truly educated person made me cringe. Regardless, I replied with a smile, as was instructed by my father. His exact words were these: "Dorothy. You will be visited by an idiot. Make fun of him. Ridicule him. Be mean to him. But...Do it subtly. That's an order." I loved how my father instructed me on such things...I miss it.
-11- Regardless, a small conversation ensued between me and this 'tutor'. He asked me my name and age, which I gave him, but I cared little to ask back. He then asked me how I would like to proceed with our lessons, what my opinion was. "So you need a little girl to tell you how to do your job, mister Zir?" I said with a chuckle. It was obvious he felt a bit disturbed, which made me feel all the better. He tried to ignore my statement and he continued speaking in a low tone.
"Right, so we can start off with a lesson about the common citizen. The lifeblood of a kingdom is it's people, and the most important part is the base. The base of a city is, of course, those who do heavy labour, people who earn little money and have a low standing between the nobles. This is a good time to state that, because nobility possesses greater wealth, they do not, in any way, deserve to be alive and have a good life more than the common person. We are all equal in the matter of being people, so we all deserve to be treated equally."
Those words of his just made me burst into laughter. He looked at me with, total confusion visible on his facial expression, as he scratched the top of his head with a hand. He asked me "Is there something funny about what I am saying, or do I look funny myself?"
Oh gods...Where should I start? I simply stated "Despite the fact that you look like you smell, I have to admit that this was a good way to start our lessons. With a joke!" And I went on laughing out loudly. I could feel my father smiling from his room.
Sadly, I will have to continue this story later, as I need to prepare for our next hunt. The sun has risen already. How swiftly passes the time when you recall good memories.
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Post by Perkins on Aug 24, 2013 17:19:29 GMT
August 19th, Dusk.
It would seem that even the gods favour me as of late. Today's hunt was against the wolf pack that had humiliated me last time. It would appear that they lost two of them, so they appeared in weaker numbers. This gave us, due to my superior scouting abilities of course, to jump them with the horde of eagles that the king once again summoned, giving us the upper hand in combat. The battle was going well, until the eagles suddenly began dissapearing...Which lead to the wolves attacking me. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't avoid every attack thrown at me, and so one of the wolves was able to bite my right thigh, digging his fangs deep inside my flesh and injuring me badly. No matter. In the end we proved victorious and got our revenge for last time.
Right now we are taking a moment to catch our breath and rest until tomorrow. I took care of my wound, but it would appear that it will leave a mark. Another trophy visible on my body, as my good father would have said. And now that I wrote about my father, I think it's a good chance for me to continue my story.
I was at that part where I was laughing my heart out after he stated his opinion on equality between the noble and the scum of peasantry. He walked closer to me, kneeled down slightly so he could reach my height and then even dared look inside my eyes before saying that he was 'serious about it'. It was obvious that his stupidity had actually reached such levels, as he truly looked serious. "Very well." I said and stopped laughing, before snapping my fingers together, signaling for one of my servants to come inside. It was time for my archery practice after all. So a servant who's name I do not remember stepped in with my bow and arrows and I left my seat, taking my weapon in hand and taking aim at one of the targets that the servant brought with him as well. "Do go on, mister tutor." I said, as I was about to shoot at the target my servant was holding, a small round wooden plate. This foolish tutor, however, stood up and lowered my bow with his hands.
I was expecting another hilarious comment soon enough, and it did come. "Are you seriously going to shoot at such a small target? One held by one of your servants? What if you accidentaly hit him!?" The tutor said. He seemed angered, which made it all the more funny to me. "Well then he might die, I don't know." I said before taking aim once more and taking a step back to avoid the man's intrusive actions. Though he persisted. "I cannot let you do that! It's inhumane! What did I just talk to you about moments ago!?" He continued, following after me, trying to hinder my aim.
-13- "Well then I might as well shoot you, mister." I replied quickly and aimed towards his good-for-nothing head. He took a few steps backwards, obviously in shock which made me chuckle a bit, before turning his attention towards my servant, saying:"And you? Don't you have any say in this!? Will you just stand there and take this abuse?!" My servant was smart enough to not reply and simply stood there, as instructed. "If he was given the chance, he would have done the same. Anyone in his right mind would." I stated and lowered my bow, since it was beginning to tire me, keeping that string stretched for all this time. The tutor furiously replied:"That is a lie! If it was in my hands, this man would have a better life to live! Even those with less riches deserve respect!" That was the queue I was waiting for. It was time to teach this man what being a ruler truly is like. "Alright." I said " If you think that your ways work that much better, then by all means, you have complete authority over my staff for a whole day. Let us see how you treat them and if it works better." He agreed and then asked my servant:"Could you do me a favour and gather all the other people who work here somewhere where I can talk to them?" My servant looked at me questioningly, asking for permittion with his gaze. I nodded quietly with a smile so wicked that my father would be proud of, and allowed the tutor to speak to the servants of the house. He gathered them all as if he was some kind of prophet in the main hall, stood up amongst them and raised his voice, in the presence of my father and me as well."Good people! Today you all have the chance to rest properly, eat and have as much wine and ale as you want to! It is all a gift, to reward you for all your hard work and years of service! Go on! Have fun!" The plan was going as I wanted it to. Father praised me quietly, since he was expecting me to do this and appeared to know of my plan."Good work, Dorothy. You remind me of myself when I was your age." He said. His praise made me feel a strange warmth inside. It felt...Good to be praised by one you think highly of. And so, the servants rushed down to the ballroom and began eating and drinking their hearts away, ruining nearly every good piece of furniture we had in the room. My father had, of course, asked the guards of the house to remain outside the room, guarding all the exits of the ballroom and preventing those who wanted to leave from doing so. It was not more than two hours before the servants began violating each other in every possible way. Men trying to rape the women, others fighting the rest for a bottle of wine, some even going as far as to use a kitchen knife as a weapon to kill those they didn't like in their drunken stupor. The tutor had no idea about all this until we invited him inside after the chaos had began. Once he saw what was going on, his eyes widened, his mouth gaped and his ability to speak was hindered by his shaking jaw. He yelled for them to stop, but nobody listened. He tried again and again in vain, hoping to stop this madness peacefully, though it was beyond him. It was not until some of the drunken servants approached him and tried to mug him that he yelled for the guards to come in. The guards had their orders, and immediately stepped inside, halberds swinging across the room, slicing most of the staff in half and brutalizing the rest with punches and kicks. Me and my father were watching from the upper floor and could barely contain our laughs. The tutor looked in terror as our well-trained men did their job properly and then detained the rest of the servants, since we needed some of them alive. Oh the joy of watching this preacher of peace be accused of murder by those that saw him call the guards. It brings tears to my eyes to this day. This served as an example to all those who were foolish enough to compare nobility to peasantry. Let it be known that there is no such thing as equality. Some people are useful, and some are not. Some are strong, and some are weak. Some are better or even much better than others. When mother learned of this ploy, she apologized to her friend, who never wanted to have anything to do with her or my family ever again. It was an amazing day. -14-
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Post by Perkins on Aug 27, 2013 0:43:52 GMT
August 25th, Dawn.
Gods and whoever watches from above and below...What tragedy...It turns out I was unconciouss for three days. Three whole days. Why? During my last hunt, my cursed bow decided to fail me, and I ended up striking myself instead of my enemy. How foolish I was to trust this worthless piece of wood...No matter. It seems that Renen decided to spare me and bring me back home. Why? I failed to do my mission. Death would be a fitting punishment. If it was my father accompanying me, I would be food for the wolves...But that's the king's softness, I suppose. He reminds me a lot of that foolish tutor. He thinks everyone deserves respect. He thinks that saving someone in need is something good to do. It disgusts me. I would never do that in his shoes, nor would any other king that respects himself. Annoying, mercy-giving man. I do not wish to serve a king like that, nor would I serve a god like that. EVER.
This is exactly why I am going to plan my next move carefully. Right now I am rather exhausted, injured...Broken. Perhaps when I get the right chance to strike, I can show him what he should have done with me in the first place. Yes...I will challenge him to a duel and prove that true strength comes from discipline and fear. However, I am no fool, I know he will simply call other creatures to do what he cannot do himself. I will wait for him to waste his power on killing something else, then come face to face with that creature serving him. If all goes well, Valencia will have a new ruler...And it may or may not be me. However, if I happen to fail and I die, then consider this to be the end of my story and may my father forgive me for failing to realize his ambitions.
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