Post by alexanderthegreat on Dec 6, 2009 14:56:39 GMT -5
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No Trucido =/ Sorry, Volk, Alexander has to do this himself.
Those who are usually guards in the Santo-Luce castle can join though--choose a side [fight for or against Alexander] and leap in.
Otherwise, leave this thread alone unless you want to read it
Ignore "Lana Princel" - I'm using her account as the NPC Albert Leid and the mob in general--srsly, it makes things so much easier for me, especially if I need to take a break during the write-up))
Things had gotten quiet in the castle. Too quiet. Holmes sent Alexander out of the castle telling the other servants he'd be making a speedy return, though that was an outrageous lie.
Alexander left to Roccia and from Holmes' understanding, would be gone for at least a week. Holmes wandered in the throne room on this quiet day, having it been about one week since the king's departure...
The door to the throne room then opened and in marched one of the generals, Brahl, along with a few other higher heads from the military. They stopped nearly midway through the room and stared at Holmes for a moment before one of them spoke.
"Advisor, where is King Alexander?" he spoke with what Holmes picked up was a hint of malice in his voice.
"Away, that's where he is," Holmes responded softly, not at all intimidated by the guards, "tell me what is with all of the secrets? You act nothing like a royal guard."
Brahl suddenly growled, stepping forward with a drawn sword and pointing it feet away from Holmes.
"Stupid old man! You've no place telling us how we act--where did the king go, it is our job to know!" he snarled. Holmes narrowed his eyes.
"It is more my job to know than it is yours. Step down and confess to your crime."
"Crime? And what crime is this?" Brahl chuckled at the thought.
Holmes looked unperturbed, blinking slowly at Brahl and twisting his lip slightly in disgust.
"Mutiny. Treason. Either or, really," he finally answered. Brahl fell silent for a moment before he spoke again in a low but dangerous tone.
"Tell me, old man...where do you get your information to be able to make accusations like that?"
"I know a lot more people than you think, Brahl. I know what you've had planned for longer than you know. I also know you're not nearly as mentally capable of birthing such a plan yourself, where is your mastermind?" Holmes fearlessly bore his eyes into Brahl's, "I had King Alexander sent away where you and your thugs will not find him. I'll give you a full day to gather your followers and exile from Santo-Luce while you still can."
No Trucido =/ Sorry, Volk, Alexander has to do this himself.
Those who are usually guards in the Santo-Luce castle can join though--choose a side [fight for or against Alexander] and leap in.
Otherwise, leave this thread alone unless you want to read it
Ignore "Lana Princel" - I'm using her account as the NPC Albert Leid and the mob in general--srsly, it makes things so much easier for me, especially if I need to take a break during the write-up))
Things had gotten quiet in the castle. Too quiet. Holmes sent Alexander out of the castle telling the other servants he'd be making a speedy return, though that was an outrageous lie.
Alexander left to Roccia and from Holmes' understanding, would be gone for at least a week. Holmes wandered in the throne room on this quiet day, having it been about one week since the king's departure...
The door to the throne room then opened and in marched one of the generals, Brahl, along with a few other higher heads from the military. They stopped nearly midway through the room and stared at Holmes for a moment before one of them spoke.
"Advisor, where is King Alexander?" he spoke with what Holmes picked up was a hint of malice in his voice.
"Away, that's where he is," Holmes responded softly, not at all intimidated by the guards, "tell me what is with all of the secrets? You act nothing like a royal guard."
Brahl suddenly growled, stepping forward with a drawn sword and pointing it feet away from Holmes.
"Stupid old man! You've no place telling us how we act--where did the king go, it is our job to know!" he snarled. Holmes narrowed his eyes.
"It is more my job to know than it is yours. Step down and confess to your crime."
"Crime? And what crime is this?" Brahl chuckled at the thought.
Holmes looked unperturbed, blinking slowly at Brahl and twisting his lip slightly in disgust.
"Mutiny. Treason. Either or, really," he finally answered. Brahl fell silent for a moment before he spoke again in a low but dangerous tone.
"Tell me, old man...where do you get your information to be able to make accusations like that?"
"I know a lot more people than you think, Brahl. I know what you've had planned for longer than you know. I also know you're not nearly as mentally capable of birthing such a plan yourself, where is your mastermind?" Holmes fearlessly bore his eyes into Brahl's, "I had King Alexander sent away where you and your thugs will not find him. I'll give you a full day to gather your followers and exile from Santo-Luce while you still can."