To pronounce a death -- Forgotten RP

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Subject: To pronounce a death

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Tyrsis Escalvone

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Date Posted: 05/31/05 1:51:04pm Tue
In reply to: Emperor 's message, "Dance" on 05/31/05 11:23:41am Tue

"Your right is denied." She spoke very softly, her voice a soothing hush that ran across the room, filling it with a form of restless peace. Hands shifted on their swords slightly, confused by the tone in which her answer came. One did not pronounce war with such a warmth and peace. She did take control of a people, however, accepting the responsibility they had set before her.

A sword would no longer dictate fate. They wouldn't be used this way again, Tyrsis' eyes were a soft gold, meeting the 'Emperor's' with a familiar look.

We have been here before. Too many times.

A shared image flickered through her mind, pushed upon this emperor as well as his eyes blazed such an unholy red. Memories of Ceallac, of Kami, of Emillia. Zenra smiled sadly and turned away, gently caring for Dias year after year. Emillia fell, peirced through the heart by some unknown assassin. She hung around her father's neck as a child asking him why such bad things happened. A card was laid gently on the table, pushed across its surface towards him before its suit was shown. A suicide king.

And what have we become now? All of us. Only shadows of what we were. Only ghosts, lost to the ruins we build ourselves.

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