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A War Of Houses - Playground 8

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[DoomedOne]

Kaushad
Zergonipal

"I'm not patronizing you Sedrane! It's foolish magic for his people. We have our own ways to create our warrior of the Magic Sword, our own traditions. If we give them up we give our people up. If En'Fel or Hel'Tic were here I can guarantee you one them would have been, but just because we're lacking the right men for it doesn't mean we have to give up our traditions. For my sake stop this defecation of our Ancestors and help me in a way that benefits our people! Your men will be here shortly, you have to deal with them. Find this spark or whatever you call it later when you don't have a duty to do."

Kaushad was harsh but an honest cynic, as a man who was very likely to mix traditions when it came to sexuality it was rather hypocritical of him to uphold to strict traditions on the combat level. Nonetheless he had his reasons. He lied though, the troops wouldn't be here for a little while, plenty of time to touch foreheads, but he didn't want to think about his son betraying his own culture.

En'Fel
New Vivec

En'Fel rested the day and recovered from the unsettled feeling he had previously. He looked at the calendar on the wall, and got a little excited. She should know the date when he'll be leaving by now. I ought to get myself on a ship shortly, he thought. His job of packing up containers would make it easy to smuggle himself on a ship to Sadrith Mora, and he learned there would be on departing in the Ebeming. He had one more full day in this City where he lived as a King (he didn't realize quite how many Telvannics he stole from the Battlemage earlier) to being forced to live on the Underground, waiting for the setting to set itself up just so.

He Smiled and wandered down to the Docks, slipping behind a Wine stock into a Labyrinth of assorted goods where no one could see him. It was his predetermined meeting spot.

Isaarin Sithiln
Stauros Manor

"Well as a precautionary step you will be out of this City, and I will remain within it," Isaarin said. "If I leave the protection of Megil TelZeke, I will be killed. Listen Serjo, I have trust in... well not you so much as your ability. You're very good at what you do. I will be the right-hand, and you the left. While the world stares at Hlaalu's right hand, the left hand will be working vigoursly. While the world turns it's inspection on the left hand, the Right-hand will work vigorously. I will work on getting Hlaalu political leverage and doing what I do best, making us money by whatever means necessary. You will distribute this money through our territory to get our military power rolling. With a little back-handed work and some business ethics, our military will be rolling rather soon. Then, then we can stand up for ourselves against the bullying we're sure to receive from Redoran, Telvanni and... Megil TelZeke."

Isaarin took a sip of his drink and smiled. "You get to enjoy a gorgeous manor and a nice civilization here in new Vivec. I understand you wouldn't want to leave, but if you get Fort Moonmoth up and running and a recruitment stall in every village in two-three months time, I'll build one twice the size in Balmora. That's your goal. How do you like it?"

This post has been edited by DoomedOne: Oct 2 2005, 02:07 AM