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Date Posted: 05/31/05 11:23:41am Tue
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Tyrsis Escalvone
's message, "A story" on 05/24/05 8:35:07am Tue
Tyrsis's words struck each of the Lords, some shock, some disbelief, and some regarded Tyrsis as a mad leper amongst them. Each simply sat there for a moment after she spoke, a brief crystaline moment of peace and serenity as each considered the words that resonated within their ears. Some applauded her bravery, some cursed her stupidity, some mocked her lack of diplomacy. Yet the air in the room was tense, almost tangible as each, briefly glanced to the man casually sipping his tea.
They all wondered if any of them had the presence of mind to poison that glass.
As thoughts of murder, true killer intent filled the room, The Emperor slowly paused in his tea drinking, and looked at their faces. Each's right hand was hidden to him, to the side. That could only mean that they were itching to take out some secret weapon, or do an Iaijitsu against him.
The Emperor's eyes moved back and forth from them, to Tyrsis, to the guards holding Damuthca's stretcher. They too seemed about to explode into motion, or perhaps even use some dragonic form of attack , though how in this small chamber he didn't know. Sweat went down the Lords faces, every twitch being made and noticed by the various weaponmasters within this small chamber.
Time seemed to become audible, the tick tock of a bomb about to explode, with the timer constantly changing, as The Emperor slowly lowered his glass, dramtically keeping his gaze upon Tyrsis as he laid it down without a sound. His gaze burned briefly the same color of red as Damuthca's body, as it too increased its flame. Several glanced back as Damuthca's body was wracked in pain.
" Your scroll was stolen, the scroll you have hidden all these years, by a boy. He came to me, searching for my guest, Emillia , Princess of Hogoromo. There, the scroll was read by Tyrsis Escalvone, who was then cursed by it, as you know Lords, this curse is fatal to almost all of our kind. As a promise to Lord Damuthca, I swore to cure her if given the Sword of High Dragon, where I would rule in his stead. Thus he performed the ritual of Snake Eating, and cured Tyrsis of his own accord, but cursing himself in the process. I have fulfilled my end of the bargain. Damuthca's fate is not my fault, I simply let him aid his beloved Tyrsis. Now, I , his friend by trust of the Sword in my hands, humbly ask for my rightful title. If this is not given, I will take it. " The Emperor said, frankly, coldly. His eyes burning brightly again visible to only those truly staring at the region where his eyes should be. All the Lords listened to him, staring at his confidence infront of the entire council of weaponmasters. Now more then a few were sweating, realizing that their answer would decide the next few moments....
Or decide it all.
They all glanced to Tyrsis, somehow coming to rely on her for leadership during this event. The air grew cold, all warmth sapped by the atmosphere of destiny as latent energies seemed to explode all around , that feeling of restlessness during the storm. The Emperor only stared at Tyrsis, not making a single hostile gesture, yet killer intent radiated off of him.
No one can stop me.
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