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Post by Isabella Black on May 31, 2012 15:01:50 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere  {As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten…there is no reconciliation that will put me in my place} --- It was a clouded day; Isabella had been tending to her everyday tasks; however she made plenty of time to her woodcrafts and jewelry making. Although she was not usually allowed near a forge, she always found a way to work alongside smiths and make beautiful things, from necklaces to sword decorations, armour and crowns even. Her hands could work miracles if allowed time and materials for such. Even her parents were impressed by the gift she possessed, Lords of other realms and lands would request things made by such lovely young lady. In fact she was so beautiful and delightful that few truly cared for the current state in her household. This however should not be mistaken by lack of appreciation, Lady Isabella truly loved her family, there was nothing they could do that would change that.
Even their current support toward the rebels of the land did not affect her feelings. She was loyal to her family and though, many suspected the Black household of treachery, Isabella was more than enough reason for the royal family of Etrias to not raise against her family. She constantly did crafts for the family or their citizens that ensured peace prevailed, but little more could the Lady do to appease the tension that hid under the table between the de Valore and the Black families.
Isabella did not know her father’s motives for becoming a rebel and supporting those who opposed the King. But she did not care either; in her eyes her family were good at heart and would not dare hurt anyone. Whether this was accurate or not, time would tell, but for the time being, Isabella would cherish her family’s decisions, until proven to be simply the desires of a selfish noble to acquire the throne for himself… as many claimed.
She was riding her dapple-grey along the Haldur Mountains; her hood covered her face and she followed what looked like a dangerous path along the rocky crevices. She looked behind her to ensure no one followed behind and then sighed. She looked in front of her, although she could not see the men, she knew they were watching her. She took out a white handkerchief and whistled the key tone, in order for the rebels to approach her and take her to one of their leaders, a man called Jonos.
Her father had sent her to deliver an important message concerning the Lords of Etrias. Of course she was completely unaware of what that message hid. She thought in the possibility of finally finding her family warm up to the idea of peace and wellbeing, but little did she knew what her hands were about to deliver, as she slowly walked toward the main entrance. Silently following one of the rebels she winced as she stumbled across a rock, the path became heaver and her eyes began to fail her, without a torch and knowledge of the caves one could surely get lost.
A man walked toward her, torch in hand, waiting to guide her to the very top of the mountain. They walked along the dark caves for a while, before she was taken outside, to a cave where a good strategic view could be appreciated. She sat by a rock, the letter in her hand, and she took in the cold caress of the wind now that she was finally at the top. She waited for Jonos. * rise against |
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Post by Jonos Frey on Jun 1, 2012 20:58:33 GMT -5
Jonos had seen an increase in numbers of those wanting change, and with the pledges of certain houses. The rebels had seen a large increase in thier treasury amount, they could now afford provisions, weapons and armor. They were becoming an army, it was like a dream comming true. Jonos had set up camp in the Haldur mountains months ago, now after months of work. It was becoming their stronghold, a secret hide away base in the mountains walls. They were no longer reduced to living like bandits, plans setup long ago were now falling into place.
Today was another important day, he had a meeting with a nobles messenger. This messenger was of house Black, they had been an unlikely ally. Yet whatever the motives were, they supported him and his faction. Jonos sat back in his chair, looking at all the messages and letters. Each one from a different noble house, and from multiple rebel factions. Many of these factions were mere bandits, unorganized and ruthless. Some were just as organized as he was, only underfunded and in small numbers.
If he could get all the other factions.to unite under one banner, it would increase their strenght. With each faction came different views, they could not agree on these views. " Sir." A voice came from behind his door way, which was closed off by a thick cloth. It was more than likely the arrival of the messenger, " enter." He said his tone emotionless, watching as the young boy entered. He was only around 17 years old, still young. This is what he was working with, "green" soldiers he was suppose to train. " The messenger has arrived." With a nod of dismissal, he rose to his feet making his way to where the messenger awaited.
Walking into the moist dark caves, tofches lining the walls every few feet. He was dressed in a black tunic, with scarlet trim. The tunic was a faded black, his pants were as well. It was more about being comfertable, more than looking good. Comming through multiple corridors, he finnaly could feel the fresh air of the outside. Slowly he emerged from the entrance to one of the many scout posts. A young nodle girl sat near a large rock, he grunted as he walked forward. " So they send a meer girl to bring me a messege, do they think so little of our work." His tone was harsh, and cold as the walls of the cave. Standing only a few feet from the lady he eyed her, " you must be brave, to come here alone." Still watching her closely, he was catious still. Nobles were cunning, tjis could be an attempt on his life. "The letter?" He asked opening his hand to her, eyes never leaving her.
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Post by Isabella Black on Jun 2, 2012 13:11:32 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere {As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten…there is no reconciliation that will put me in my place} --- She enjoyed the sights for the time she waited. Not that she was in any urge to leave, at least Isabella was too trusty, and so due to the fact that her father was an ally to these men, she felt no fear nor any need to leave this place full of dissidents and dangerous men and women. She could look after herself quite well, well… not really. But she had her bow and quiver, in case anyone had any second thoughts. Although, to be honest, she was completely helpless here. She looked up at the sky, as the sunlight shone upon her, it was somewhat dangerous of the noble of the Black household to send their elder daughter to fence for herself in an attempt to deliver a message. But it had all happened, she thought, due to her sudden disappearance.
Her family had been truly worried for her wellbeing and had sent scouts and guards after her. Lucky for her, a hunter found her amidst her grief and guided her home safely. But, that opened her father’s eyes and he thought that if he involved his daughter more on family matters, she would be more responsible an would take her household more seriously. Isabella shook her head gently and looked at her hands, they were soft and fragile, how could she do anything to truly help her family? She sighed, for the time being she could deliver this message; she looked at the letter carelessly, just as any other messenger would.
Message were important, some crucial for the determination of a dangerous situation, others could start wars, disasters, conspiracies, deceit and treachery. They should never be taken lightly, and here was the daughter of the Lords of Black, holding something that could cause turmoil or dangerous situations, but she did not know so. In her eyes, she had been entrusted to be in touch with these allies of her father. She turned to look at the men as they moved about minding their businesses, what could have brought her father to ally with such men? Why had he decided he did not like the Lords of Etrias? In many ways the Marquees of Black used his own daughter to ensure the Lords of Etrias did not do anything against them.
Isabella had a wonderful wood crafting and jewellery-making gift. She could make truly beautiful things and she had been constantly requested to do favours to several noble houses and, of course, her parents often granted delightful jewels, weapons and tiaras to the royal family of Etrias. This was her main strength, she had strong hands for the making of wooden things, and jewellery and they were her pride. If there was something she was awfully good at, it was this one skill that blossomed with patient tuition and influences from merchants who travelled constantly.
"So they send a mere girl to bring me a message, do they think so little of our work."
Her ears felt his rude words and her eyes turned to look at him. It angered her that a man with such power over the rebels insulted her so. If only she could wield a weapon properly she would have taught him a lesson, however, she bit her lower lip and she took a deep breath not to insult him. She was quite proud and this only enlarged her rushed reactions. She looked away for a moment rolling her eyes, she had to regain composure after all she was here to deliver a message. And that was all she needed to do here.
"You must be brave, to come here alone."
She raised an eyebrow and then replied, “It is my duty as the daughter of the Marques of Black to do his biding.” She looked up at him with pride in her eyes, “As an ally of my father, he would expect you to mirror his own loyalty, hence the lack of need to send a messenger with escort. Yet do not praise me with compliments, I noticed earlier your displease to find me a woman.”
"The letter?"
He inquired after the letter like a hungry wolf would to its prey. His hand extended eagerly, and as fast as he did that she understood he could kill someone as easily as he extended his hand. You had to be rough to lead men like these, but Isabella was glad she did not have to directly deal with this man. She extended the letter and placed it on his hands.
It had the zeal of the Black household. Isabella stepped back once, to allow him time and space to read it, however she did not know that this message could cause a family in particular great harm. In a way she wanted to know so she could make up her mind about her father’s character; on the other hand she did not wish to be involve din any of this, but by presenting a message she was already implicated in this conspiracy.
The letter was not too long but she could see the ink transparent on the other side of the paper. Her eyes studied the man as he read, ”Jonos… she was trying to guess if the content would please the man or not, ”time is of the essence, now that we are in greater numbers we can slowly plan our movements.”
A cool gust of wind shook her cloak violently as she turned to look at the landscape, ”They will not expect small movements, guerrillas and conspiracies, which is why I suggest we do not openly attack Etrias, but move slowly, like a shadow lurking in the dark. We will then slowly gain more adepts and waste less men, we cannot move our allies coldly or else we will lose adepts.” Her eyes moved back toward Jonos, ”We must start by removing… the Heir… * rise against |
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Post by Jonos Frey on Jun 2, 2012 13:55:58 GMT -5
“As an ally of my father, he would expect you to mirror his own loyalty, hence the lack of need to send a messenger with escort. Yet do not praise me with compliments, I noticed earlier your displease to find me a woman.”
He gave a grunt at her words, taking the letter from her. " spoken like a true noble, quick to please. All those wasted words, and never any action behind them. These are the ways of the UPPPER-class." He almost spat the word out, it disgusted him. He turned his cold eyes to the letter, reading his facial expressions never changing. Never giving hint to his emotion, to give emotion would show pleasure or disappointment. These could be used to gauge the plans they made, if one was skilled enough to notice.
These words were one of a great schemer, his plans thus far had proven themselves worthy time after time. He trusted the mans council, even though he not always agreed with it. These words could always lead them to their deaths, just by having the letter fall into the wrong hands. As he finished, he looked toward the girl. Locking eyes, just as she lifted her's away from his hands. He knew, but he dud not fear her. She could be dealt with, but she was of the Black family. He folded the parchment and walked to a lit touch, setting it aflame. " If you speak of this to anyone, I will you find you. If I do not, the thousand eyed beast of the rebellion shall." His words were cold, but they were true. He may not find her, but his many eyes across the land would.
As he watched the flames eat the parchment away, he could see the palace in ascolon among the flames. They had much to do, information to gather, men to train, plans to make...ans people to kill. Jonos turned to face the girl, his eyes watched her like an owl watches its prey. " Do yoh know why we fight?" Was all he said after a few moments of silence, his eyes never leaving her as we waited for a reply.
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Post by Isabella Black on Jun 2, 2012 17:06:19 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere {As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten…there is no reconciliation that will put me in my place} --- "Spoken like a true noble, quick to please. All those wasted words, and never any action behind them. These are the ways of the UPPPER-class."
Quick to please?
What was this man on about? She clearly showed her dislike for his words and actions and he dared insult her even further? She crossed her arms around her chest and looked at him angrily. She saw no use in insulting him back; after all she was only here to deliver her father’s message. Hopefully it would be the last thing he would ask her to do related to Jonos and his band of rebels. She disliked the man completely and could not stand the thought of having to see him again.
After the long journey she endured to bring this message safely, after what she did to ensure no one followed her, this was how he thanked her? Had he been a man, he would not have been insulted so. She could hardly wait to receive the reply to the message and get out of these mountain caves and be on her way. She had more important things to do than stand someone as narrow-minded as Jonos.
He was annoying even in the way he read the letter. He showed no emotion whatsoever. Even his eyes were cold and it made her stir lightly. She wondered what this man endured to become such lifeless person; there was neither emotion in his face nor light in his eyes.
He almost spat the word out, it disgusted him. He turned his cold eyes to the letter, reading his facial expressions never changing. Never giving hint to his emotion, to give emotion would show pleasure or disappointment. These could be used to gauge the plans they made, if one was skilled enough to notice.
"If you speak of this to anyone, I will you find you. If I do not, the thousand eyed beast of the rebellion shall."
She was unsure why he threatened her, she did not break the letter to read it while she had it in her hands, nor did she manage to read anything while Jonos had it in his own hands. But se felt his eyes trespass her; she knew somehow this man was truly dangerous and even so if he threatened the child of an ally of his. “I was sent here as a messenger, I did not read the letter nor would I intend to.” She knew now that this man is not one to be angered, why her father would ally with someone like that was beyond her understanding.
She looked at the parchment as it burned in the flames. This man was also very intelligent; he burned all evidence that could compromise her father and himself. This was a letter that only two persons read, and it would stay as such. She had heard this man disliked the family of nobles that lived in Ascalon, one of the Maulesel in particular, but she wondered why. She did not ask him though, her eyes looked into his, feeling the power of his persona. “Why do you dislike nobility so much? I have heard you do not warm up to the Maulesel.” In the end her curiosity was stronger than her prudence. Somehow she trusted this man would not be offended by her words.
"Do you know why we fight?"
Somehow, this felt like a two-edged question, whatever she replied could be beneficial for her or her outdoing. She shook her head, truth be told, she did not even know why the men wished to rebel nor why her father would ally on such cause. * rise against |
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Post by Jonos Frey on Jun 3, 2012 12:22:43 GMT -5
Precaution was a way of life now, his threat was simply to discourage the girl. Should she ever consider leaking information, just by admitting her father was working hand in hand with the rebellion. Could turn many of thier plans into failure, he could see the dislike for him in her eyes. The crossing of her arms, the tone of her voice. Jonos did not care, he was of the people. No loner a tool of the noble classes and royalty, those days were over. He gave a deep frown at the question, yes the Maulesel family. Sons of the Duke, how they claim to be kind hearted people. Siegfried Maulesel, a young man who had foiled his plans befor.
" My question and yours, have the same answer. Many of these noble families tell lies, lies to win the hearts of the people they rule." He turned to face her, cold eyes like daggers seeming piercing her very soul. " They claim to care for thier well being, while children starve in the streets! While the high class feasts, drink thier fill, and sleeper! They plot thier arranged marriages, to gain power. SELFISH is the best word I can use to describe nobility!" Jonos held a deep scowl on his brow, his mouth was curled up as if he was a growling dog. His hatred for the nobles of the land was clear, his anger almost leaping from his soul as he spoke. " I have learned my value and the value of the common people of the land to, your ROYALITY. For twenty years I served, and yet I was only a pawn like all others. Meer pawns to be descarded at their whim, I have learned my value to them. Now I will show them, our value was more than they ever could imagine!" His voice was deep and commanding, soldiers had gathered at the entrance. After he finished, they erupted into a cheer.
His eyes still locked on the girl, raising a hand to silence his men. They quickly responded, " we will never go away, I may day. Our dream shall live." He said simply, once cold eyes were now filled with the fire of hatred and they were set on seeing the palace burn. " Does this answer your question?"
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Post by Isabella Black on Jun 3, 2012 16:13:37 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere {As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten…there is no reconciliation that will put me in my place} --- This man was calculating, he knew what he wanted and how to get it, he would not back down, even if requested, and he seemed to have been waiting long enough to be this far. Surely it could be excused if he was rather threatening and reserved. Perhaps this dialogue with hi could open her mind into understanding why he behaved that way. Perchance he had been betrayed a lot in the pas tor his experience of life had been such that hardened his heart and obscured his thoughts. However, Isabella did not believe it possible to live life under such burden, not everything was black or white, there had to be room for joy, beauty and benevolence otherwise the ghosts of the past would never let you live. You had to learn to learn and forget, to live the present and forgive the past, nothing could be done on that subject.
He trusted no one and even his eyes had been trained to hide whatever he could be thinking or feeling, in a way it was somewhat scary to stand right in front of such cold person. His men did not seem to mind as they stood about, some passed by and others entered to get some fresh air. And as much as she disliked him and thought she would never have to put up with this man again, being the daughter of his greatest ally, she was more than sure she would be forced to see him again. Her father never took “no” for an answer.
Nonetheless, at the mention of the Maulesel family his eyes darkened and she could see hatred arising, what could have happened that made him despise that family so? – Was it a member of the family in particular? All these questions mirrored in her eyes but this time, she thought it best not to ask about it, not to insist on something that would perhaps come to the light on its own. Her eyes did not blink, not even once, as he stared at her with great suspicion in his eyes.
"My question and yours, have the same answer. Many of these noble families tell lies, lies to win the hearts of the people they rule… They claim to care for their well being, while children starve in the streets! While the high class feasts, drink their fill, and sleeper! They plot their arranged marriages, to gain power. SELFISH is the best word I can use to describe nobility!"
Jonos held a deep scowl on his brow; his mouth was curled up as if he was a growling dog. His hatred for the nobles of the land was clear, his anger almost leaping from his soul as he spoke.
"I have learned my value and the value of the common people of the land to, your ROYALITY. For twenty years I served, and yet I was only a pawn like all others. Mere pawns to be discarded at their whim; I have learned my value to them. Now I will show them, our value was more than they ever could imagine!"
So the reason he opposed the crown was out of a bad experience he had? She could scarcely believe anyone would let such sentiment guide them to their destiny, in mot cases to their certain death. She noticed as the men cheered to his words, still she did not judge him, she wanted to try and understand his version of the situation. Mayhap she would have the opportunity to learn the other version as well, compare them and maybe help both ends of the battle in a way that they would not have to fight each other? Her eyes softened, she listened intently and yet felt there was no need to reply to his words.
"We will never go away, I may day. Our dream shall live. Does this answer your question?"
She then said after a moment of silence, “I wanted to hear your reasons, the motives that drew you here in an attempt to understand. To the extend you wished to reveal would suit me, it is senseless to try and force a confidence form anyone, especially a stranger.” Maybe some men would be surprised that Isabella Black, of a noble house, had not felt insulted by the man’s words or did not show any opposition, after all, being among the few who thought everyone had a right to their own opinions, Isabella thought she would never gain anything unless she allowed others to express freely in her presence. * rise against |
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Post by Jonos Frey on Jun 7, 2012 18:35:50 GMT -5
His rage was begining to calm, he had a passion and hate for a particular maulesel family member. How he despised Siegfried, the man who foiled many of his plans. Sieg was the reason why the rebellion was slowing down, its plans being pushed back. Although today would be the start of a new plan, and this would be the most elaborate plot so far. His first few schemes were spur of the moment ideas, although planned well things stll managed to go wrong.
I wanted to hear your reasons, the motives that drew you here in an attempt to understand. To the extend you wished to reveal would suit me, it is senseless to try and force a confidence form anyone, especially a stranger.”
She had a smart choice in words, maybe she wasnt just a puppet. Taught how to answer a question how a lady should, instead of speaking her mind. He gave a single grunt, a grin on his face. " So your not just another well trained lady, you actually have a mind of your own." Jonos laughed deeply, his eyes no longer with the same fury as before. They had turned cold once again, he was studying her. He wasnt sure if what she said was ture, did she have an alterier motive? " why should I waste my breathe, talking will not bring change. We all know the common people have no say, not even if it envoles our own lives. THEY choose for us, we must fight for change." Jonos looked to his men, " WE....WILL....FIGHT!" He yelled to them, " FOR CHANGE!" They replied, throwing fists into the air.
" Come with me." Jonos commanded more than stating, walking to the entrance while his men dispersed. Entering the dark caves the smell of moisture in the air, from the water leaking from the many cracks. Thier new hideout had been an old mine shaft, but they expanded on it. Branching out from the main tunnel, it was a big project when they started and it is still growing. They now had store houses of many verieties, barracks's for the men, even several meeting halls. It may not have been a castle, but it was still a marvel to behold.
Jonos glanced back to make sure the Black families duaghter was following, " I give you praise for not being afraid to come, although I do not like the status of your class. I do admire ykur courage, you make your father proud this day." He oddly complemented, his tone of voice was as if he was giving an award to someone. Jonos may not like her, but he had to respect her for comming. It was not a task many ladys would take, nor have the courage to speak freely as she did.
He made a turn down another tunnel, and another after that. Zig-zagging his way through the maze, till they came to his office area. He pulled the leather drapping aside as he stepped in, his hand motioning for her to follow. The two escorts stayed outside, it was never foolish to be to careful. Jonos then took a seat at his oak round table centered in the middle, a few feet from his desk. He motioned for her to take a seat on one of the many chairs, he turned grabbing parchment, ink, and quill.
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Post by Isabella Black on Jun 8, 2012 17:46:49 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere {As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten…there is no reconciliation that will put me in my place} --- She had taken account on how Jonos’ eyes shone with rage at the mention of the Maulesel household. Not that she would use any of this against him but her curiosity was such she would carry investigations on why he personally disliked that family, for all she heard they kept to themselves and some of them helped the people in their lands, so what could they have done to displease him so? – She would not ask him though, she was prudent and knew that forcing information form this man could lead to a dangerous situation and she was not skilled with any weapon, with the exception of a bow, but what use was a long-range weapon in an enclosed place such as this one? And he was not alone, his men were in this room, surely they could more easily bring her down than she would be able to protect herself should she enrage Jonos. She noticed that whenever rage burned in his eyes is was as if he longed to shed blood.
Just the thought of it made her shiver lightly, but she used the cold wind as an excuse to pull her cloak to cover her slightly more. She would only deliver this message and do as her father requested. He told her that Jonos would give her a letter for himself, which she had to protect above anything else, and finally take a letter to Etrias, to prepare the evil plot they had against the household of the Lords of Etrias. At this point Isabella was not sure what this could mean, what it could bring along, nor did she suspect what the terrible plan was. Of course she didn’t! Her father told no one of his plans, in particular a daughter they thought meek and unable to find a suitable man that could grant him more power. But she did not know this; she loved her father and was blinded form the terrible person he truly was.
"So your not just another well trained lady, you actually have a mind of your own… Why should I waste my breathe, talking will not bring change. We all know the common people have no say, not even if it evolves our own lives. THEY choose for us, we must fight for change… WE.... WILL... FIGHT!"
"FOR CHANGE!"
How could it be possible that a man was able to influence so much a crowd? What did this man promise them that could ensure their loyalty and devotion? All he had to do was lift his fist and their men would follow. Men like this one were worthy of admiration and at the same time fear. Isabella had to take that in mind to be careful when in this man’s presence. His previous threat still echoed in her mind, she could not take such words lightly, for surely they meant he would do anything to be done with whoever could stand in his path to power. That was it right? – That was what moved those who conspired against a king or Lord, even when they claimed to do this for others.
"Come with me."
She did not reply but simply followed him for what felt like years. How could he know his way in such a maze? She could see the shadows move through the flickering flames of the torches, the air was dense and there came moments when she watched some small rocks fall as they passed by, these were mines were they not? At least they must have been mines in the past, but now it was their refugee. Surely they were men full of courage and rather daft too, in order to walk in the mines and even live among them with no fear of being run over by the rocks or getting lost. Surely a map must have been drawn in order for them to get used to this, which was also a good strategic place for them to hide, for it meant their enemy would be unable to get anywhere unless he or she was aware of the passageway in these mines.
"I give you praise for not being afraid to come, although I do not like the status of your class. I do admire your courage, you make your father proud this day."
She had been following silently for a moment until he suddenly complimented her. She raised an eyebrow and was quite estranged for a bit, but she thought it would be best to reply to his words, least he should feel offended and then dismiss her. If she returned him having offended her father’s ally things would go wrong. She then said, “Thank you Sir, however, a daughter must do her father’s biding and for him I would walk on fire if I had to.” Now it was easy to promise things, but then the time came, would the person truly do that? How far would Isabella’s love for her family go when it came to realizing what was going on? – Would she be capable of betraying her nature?
She looked around for a moment quite curious about these mines, “How long have you been in these mines?”
Once they finally arrived to his office she sighed in relief, she sat on the chair and watched him scribe, his eyes ere focused on the paper and his hand moved quickly. Although she was relieved to have finally stopped going around the maze, she wondered how long it would take her to get to Etrias and back to her father’s castle. She leaned her back on the chair and then said, “How long has it taken you to get adepts? I counted quite a lot of men in these mines, surely it must have taken you some time.” * rise against |
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Post by Jonos Frey on Jun 10, 2012 15:34:51 GMT -5
“How long have you been in these mines?”
As he searched for all he needed to write his response letter, he gave some thought to the girls question. Was she asking for a purpose or simply curious, he felt it a harmless question to answer. " Going on a season and a half now." It had been awhile since he'd began recruiting people for a man named Kingsly, he was once a small lord whos lands and title were stripped from him. Although he never asked why, to him it did not matter. The mans words held true, his ambitions were as the same as Jonos'. The man was old and prone to sickness, and soon died. It was left up to him to carry on, since then he'd recruited and trained many village folk and bandits. Taking other small factions into the fold, soon there numbers were becomming great. Around that time, one of his Eyes in Estia had told him about being approached by a Lord.
Jonos met with this Lord Black, they spoke for many days. Soon the Lord offered to fund the rebellion, him and other lords pledged gold to the cause. He knew some had alterier motives, but it was Jonos who commanded his men. He would deal with those lords when the time was right, for now he knew he must build on the hide out. Grow his forces, arm his men, and train for when it came time for open war, they would be ready.
"How long has it taken you to get adepts? I counted quite a lot of men in these mines, surely it must have taken you some time.”
Jonos had begun the tidious task of writing his letter. Writting in a way that only those who knew the code words would understand, it was his method writing he gad developed. It was a choice way to communicate safely, for the matters that were discussed were dangerous for ones health. Pausing at her words he slowly rose his head to eye her, " you ask many questions, and these questions whose answers are not of your concern." His voice was cold and suspicious, he eyed her for a moment. Taking a knife from his belt, he quickly slammed it into the table. The point digging deep into the polished oak, " tell me now, why do you wish to know so much of us?" He command of her, his guards rushing in at the sound of the slam. Swords drawn and ready to draw blood, they watched the girl closely but seemed confused. Jonos didnt like how she had been counting his men, what was the purpose for that. Why count his men unless you meant to give a report to someone, " your father knows what he needs to know, so do not lie to me using him as your scape goat. Answer me truthfully, or I will make you give the truth to me." His eyes were wild as he rose from his seat, his towering body looming over her like a mountain over a valley.
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Post by Isabella Black on Jun 12, 2012 14:03:56 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere {As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten…there is no reconciliation that will put me in my place} --- “Going on a season and a half now."
By the looks of it, this man was not used to conversing with people, at least someone like her. He was used to plotting, conspiring and giving orders, but she strongly felt against that, she could not believe someone could lead such an empty and impersonal life, it was as if he were a machine with no feelings or motives in life but those that brought war, vengeance and power. Looking into his eyes as he looked from the parchment he was scribbling on, his cold stare meeting her jovial warm eyes. She felt slightly nervous and perturbed; to the extent she was about to look away. But she kept defiant; she could not be a coward, even when she held no possible weapon to protect herself from this man. Many called it pride and stubbornness, but Isabella knew her place, she was a noble whether he liked it or not, and so she had to hold her regal appearance, to look sure of herself and at times of danger choose her words carefully to ensure her safety. Now spending all this time in the company of this man, she felt forced to make conversation, to ensure she was safe, and to kill this deadly silence that emerged once he guided her to his office. Yes, she was afraid, but she wished to fight against this unlucky feeling and talking felt like the only solution.
Judging by his words it seemed like a pretty new movement. How had he managed to gain so many adepts in such little time? – Only Jonos knew the answer to that. But he seemed annoyed at her words so surely it would be a terrible idea to inquire after that, no matter how curious she was. She nodded to his words, although she looked around, the walls were still damp and somewhat sinister, she wondered if they had experienced collisions in these mines, she had heard tales of men being trapped for months, seasons even, some unable to get out, others escaping with their lives. Man’s govern over nature was most doubtful, and whenever he tried to tame her, things would happen. In fact, she was not sure how safe she was at this very moment. Considering that if their enemy found them and charged at them, the whole mines would collapse made her realize she was in far more danger than when captured by the bandits that day. Her eyes looked at the man as he began writing once more, he was so relaxed and focused, could he not feel the danger he was in? Was he so used to these caves he no longer considered the possibilities of any casualties reaching him or his men?
Truly… his blood was cold. Ice cold.
Isabella knew well what her father’s regiment was, how he trained his men and the kind of boundaries created between her and her own family. Being a daughter she was not often allowed near her own siblings, it made her somewhat rebellious and devaluated. And she could seldom remove those feelings from within, now, many would think her silly for asking this man so many questions, but in a way, she was not often allowed to see her own father, this wad the closest she had ever gotten to someone close to her father’s age, and if he was willing to talk to her, she felt relieved somewhat. Her eyes looked at the man once again, she wondered if he trained women as well, if he considered both equals or simply used them to look after the injured and feed them, as it was expected of women in thus patriarchal society. “What is your view on women, Sir?” Sure truly wished to know, so she could know more of this man her father trusted so willingly.
Isabella wanted to know that her father’s faith was rewarded and that this man would be no traitor. One had to be careful whom they made plans with, surely that was another reason he sent his daughter, though many would take that as proof that he did not love her, as he should. She did not care much for that though, she had grown accustomed to be somewhat distant from her family, and she rather enjoyed her instrument and the company of her horse. One thing she was certain, whatever her father’s reasons, he would be a loyal ally to Jonos and whatever he promised he would give.
"You ask many questions, and these questions whose answers are not of your concern."
She raised en eyebrow, she did state that he was free to ignore her questions. However, this man had far less patience than her own father. She peacefully looked into his raging eyes, it was said that if a person was guilty of any crime or treachery their nervousness would make them look away or hesitate, so she could not do this, she had to look into Jonos’ eyes with no hesitation, with sheer proof that it had been her cheeky curiosity and sly tongue what had pushed her into asking such question, perhaps it had been bold of her to do so, but being an ally she expected the man to be more relaxed. “If it concerns my father and the people of these lands, it concerns me. However, you are free to ignore or answer to my questions. I like to know the ground I stand on well, surely you do that as well Sir, otherwise, you would not have received me.”
"Tell me now, why do you wish to know so much of us?"
At this point her hands were closed in fists as tight as possible, she could already feel her nails digging into her hands, she could not show how terrified she was when the man tossed a knife on the table. Was there really any need for this? Could he not simply stop this exhibition of manly power over a young girl and get on with writing this hieroglyphics on that parchment so she could be on her way? There was something darkening in his stare, something sinister as he asked her a question that could perhaps render her freedom, or her doom. So this meant she would have to twist her pride and be honest? Did she truly have to state her own motives to this stranger who could easily kill her if she ever stood on his way? She looked to the side for a moment, it was the truth or her life, and the man put it with plain words.
"Your father knows what he needs to know, so do not lie to me using him as your escape goat. Answer me truthfully, or I will make you give the truth to me."
She silently gasped as she felt his men emerged with their weapons drawn. She could feel her body about to start trembling, but she bit her lower lip and turned to look into the man’s choleric eyes, “Once again you have judged a person wrongly.” She sighed, trying to relax her body, her hands still closed in fists, “About your questions… You fail to see the curiosity typical of my age… but it is not only just that.” She looked at the knife on the table and added with honesty, “I guess I wanted to learn from a man who had seen much, his experiences, to be told stories of his adventure sin the past, and learn his motives to start a campaign as dangerous as this one.” Her eyes looked back into his, “I have not come to quarrel with you or your men nor to bring any impediment or doom upon your schemes.” She silently stood up, although she was not as tall as him, she still deserved his respect. * rise against |
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