Throne of Thorns

Is this Going to be on the Test?

February 15, 2013 11:36

Armando suppresses another yawn as he tries to pay attention to the young woman. It had been a hard day of travel, the heat sapping their strength quickly. The soldier was not looking forward to the desert. The southern heat was already uncomfortable and they still had many days travel ahead.

“Anyone born outside the Empire is a foreigner and must register themselves upon entering the city”, Deirdre continues explaining. “It is vital that you not offend natural born citizens, most especially the nobles, because we have less protection under their laws. All the diverse cultural groups are very proud of their heritage, and will loudly praise their own prowess and sophistication, while decrying that of others in flowery language. This is a cultural norm, and expected from citizens, but those considered barbarians are not afforded the same consideration. You must remain polite and calm under what may seem like extreme provocation.”

Armando yawns again, nodding absently without really listening.

Do all followers of Sarenrae prattle on? Maybe their brains get too well baked by the sun…

“We must register as foreigners when we enter the city, and are required to pay a ‘guest gift’ to the satrap, both when entering and leaving. Any offense to the satrap or a noble will, at best, result in expulsion from the city, but could earn you in imprisonment, slavery, or death.

“And you need to be very careful around religious topics. The Sarenrae is considered by many in the city to be the One True Goddess, and even perceived disrespect could land you in serious trouble. When the prayer bells sound, foreigners are welcome to participate in the worship, but otherwise must stand quietly and respectfully while the faithful…”

“Forgive me, acolyte”, interrupts Armando, standing up. “It is late, and we must set watch and rest. Perhaps you could continue your pratt… er… lesson… in the morning.”

When it’s easier to ignore you…

Confirmation

February 13, 2013 00:42

“And what have you determined from your questioning of the girl, feda-sayyid?”, asks Rabiyah, sitting back with her arms crossed.

The holy warrior bows to the dawnsister, despite the implied insult in her posture. “The child has been taught well, and is better versed in the Proper Forms than one could expect from for a metheq.”

Mehnaz turns to the dawnsister, bowing as well. “As I had said, Dawnsister. The child has been taught properly and has the makings of a fine feda-ghazi, despite her unfortunate origins. This is why I returned without completion of the houda. There may be more to these suspected apostates than you had thought.”

The priestess glowers at the assassin and warrior for a moment, then rises suddenly, slamming a book down on her desk.

“Forgive me, isha-ghazi”, she snarls, managing to make the title sound like an insult. “But if your investigation were more thorough, you would have taken a closer look at this copy of The Karain found in the child’s possession. The holy text has been altered significantly in many places, incorporating the heretic witch’s beliefs and removing many of the ancient Forms. This is no mere apostasy, but a full scale heresy! And taking place in a Holy City, no less!”

The dawnsister’s voice becomes soft and ominous. “The murtaad and his heretic bitch are corrupting the Holy Site and insulting the Houda given by the Great and Wise Emperor and by the Dawnmother. This is a much more serious issue than could be dealt with by the Isha-Ghazi, the Feda-Ghazi, or the Brethren individually. This requires a more serious intervention. This may require Tetheyr.”

Mehnaz inhales sharply, her veneer of calm shattered by the shocking pronouncement, but it is the Feda-Ghazi leader who speaks up.

“Dawnsister, you do not have the authority to pronounce a Holy Cleansing, and it is highly unlikely that the Dawnmother will agree with your view of the situation. Barring additional evidence, or a pronouncement from The Oracle, the Sword of The Eternal Light will not march in step with your anger.”

Rabiyah bows to the holy warrior. “You are correct, feda-sayyid. The Dawnmother will be wisely cautious in this matter, but I am certain my agents", she gives the assassin a glance of contempt, "will find the truth of this matter and she will come to understand the need to act quickly to preserve The One True Faith.”

Uncork the Rage

February 11, 2013 23:25

As you continue your exploration of Armag’s tomb, you enter what must be a temple to Gorum. Two churning fountains take up alcoves to the east and west of this immense chamber, their water cascading down the faces of beautifully rendered maidens as if they were crying for the souls lost in battle. Directly ahead, four rows of intricately carved columns reach deeper into the chamber, resembling armed soldiers kneeling in honor of the massive statues of Gorum at the chamber’s far end. A set of stairs descends into a passageway to the north.
As Scarlet crosses the temple’s threshold she collapses.


“Why you little shrew! YOU did this!” Scarlet screams at the acolyte.

Scarlet whacks Deidre on the side of the head with the trumpet and the audience gasps in horror. Carson gets up and scurries towards Scarlet and attempts to refrain her but Scarlet clobbers him over the head with the trumpet. He cowers in fear while Scarlet yells at him, “You foolish, pathetic man – what possessed you to propose to me in this ostentatious and ludicrous manner! Do you have no shame?”

Scarlet drops the trumpet and chases after her and successfully latches on to a flock of Deidre’s hair.

“Dawnsister, what is the meaning of this! Release the acolyte at once!” Faisal orders.

“Back off Faisal! She is responsible for this. Let me REDEEM her.”

Surprised by the vehemence and authority in the priestess’ tone, Faisal obediently backs away.

Scarlet punches Deidre in the face. She then drags Deidre by her hair to the Council table and bashes her head against the table repeatedly while the council members and the crowd watch in horror. Several members of the audience let out a shrill each time the duchess bangs the acolyte’s head shouting words of profanity.

“You selfish…” Bang. “arrogant…” Bang. “disobedient…”. Bang.

Deidre quivers in fear, as she tastes the blood gushing from her nose and eyes down to her lips.

“Please no…stop…stop…”, the acolyte pleas. “I am so sorry. Please, please forgive me Dawnsister.”

After hearing those words finally uttered from the remorseless weasel that has caused her nothing but grief for so long, the duchess could not help but smile and lets out an orgasm of satisfaction.


“Your rage is wasted in the service to Sarenrae, you need a God who will encourage you to act on your rage, to destroy those who oppose your strength and disrespect your glory! Sarenrae has kept you muzzled like a dog, taking the kicks and insults of those beneath you! Forcing you to continually give those sniveling weaklings another chance, again and again. All in hopes of them reaching redemption. Pathetic Foolishness! I require you only to break those who oppose you and to raise an army and spread your kingdom far and wide.”

“Renounce Sarenrae! Worship me as your God and fully awaken the rage within you. Fully awaken Your Ancestral Barbarian RAGE!”


Her answer given to Gorum, Scarlet’s eyes open. As Faisal helps the Dawnsister(?) up, a man appears between the statues of Gorum in what appears to be the garb of a barbarian Shaman.

“To pass into the tomb of Armag, you must impress me with your might!” the Shaman says in your native language.

Persistence

February 10, 2013 16:27

“…and then she allowed me to hold and comfort her for some time while she cried”, concludes Carson, offering more tea to the young woman.

Deirdre nods her head in response, setting her cup on the table.

“Thank you, Captain. I’m sorry your grand gesture didn’t go as planned. Although, I’m perhaps more hopeful than you are at the moment.”

The little man gives her a confused look. “The duchess was quite clear that she did not return my feelings…”, he says hesitantly.

“Of course she did”, begins the young woman. She is about to continue when she pauses and looks at Carson more seriously. “Oh… oh dear… You expected her to agree on the first try, didn’t you? Oh my friend, you have much to learn about women, and how the game is played. She isn’t supposed to give in on the first approach. You have to prove your determination and devotion by trying again. That’s why she was so vulnerable and allowed you to comfort her. You must not abandon the chase.”

Carson looks uncertain. “I don’t know. She seemed pretty firm about her lack of feelings…”

“The palace servants have long gossiped about the number of times Scarlet refused Duke Talreth, and how many, many visits he still made to her chambers to plead his love. And they are very clear that he eventually won her affections despite the protestations that she had no feelings for him. Before she found out about her parentage, of course.”

“I suppose…”, Carson stands to refill the tea pot with hot water, shaking his head. “But I am no Duke Talreth, and she seemed very clear…”

As his back is turned, the young woman’s body suddenly becomes more rigid in the chair.

“Do not act like a sniveling child. It is strength and determination that she respects, not hesitancy and cowardice. You must win passion with passion itself.”

Carson turns quickly in surprise, slopping hot water out of the pot and splashing it across the acolyte’s robes. The young woman cries out in surprise and confusion, toppling from the chair as the officer drops the teapot and scrambles to help.

“Are you all right?! I’m so sorry, acolyte!”, he helps Deirdre back into her chair, failing to notice the woman’s confusion and disorientation. As she waves off his help, mumbling about being fine, he turns back to the mess on the floor. “Well, so much for another pot of tea…”

Collecting herself, Deirdre rises, shrugging off the matter. “Do not trouble yourself, Captain. I should attend to my duties at any rate.”

As the acolyte reaches the door, she turns back. “Oh! I’d forgotten the original purpose of my visit, Captain. I need to take an extended trip in service of The Lady of Light and Justice, and I was hoping that you would be able to spare a few of your men to escort me. I might be gone for some time, and travel is far too dangerous for a woman by herself.”

Carson smiles and gives an exaggerated bow. “Say no more, my friend! I have just the man for you. He shall be at your service immediately.”

Deirdre gives a small curtsy, “Thank you, Captain. And remember what I have said about determination…”

Carson gives her another bow.

“Your words have inspired me, Lady Deirdre. I shall not give up until I win the fair Duchess’ heart.”

Gotta Go!

February 09, 2013 15:24

Beppo takes a deep, fortifying breath and raises his fist to knock on the door.

Have to get this over with sometime…

HOWARD!”, the screech from inside the room makes the gnome pause, shivers running down his spine. “HOWARD! WHEN IS MY SON GOING TO GET HERE!? I’M NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER HERE!”

“I don’t know, Mrs. Shortstone!”, comes the apprentice’s answer, almost as loud. “And my name is Bardric, not Howard.”

Beppo shakes his head, feeling sorry for the kid. It was bad enough that she was hard of hearing, but once she though she knew someone’s name…

HOWARD! GET OVER HERE AND RUB MY BUNIONS! THIS CASTLE IS TOO DAMP! WHAT AM I, A POLAR BEAR?!”

Beppo sighs and knocks on the door, hoping to at least save his apprentice from such a horrible fate.

“WHO’S AT THE DOOR?! IS THAT MY SON FINALLY COME TO START MAKING ME SOME GRANDCHILDREN?! LUCINDA! WOULD YOU BE A DEAR AND GET THE DOOR?! HOWARD IS BUSY WITH SOMETHING!”

Lucinda? No… it couldn’t be…

Beppo suddenly has flashbacks of the homely neighbor’s daughter, constantly underfoot with her awkward attempts to get the young boy’s attention, interrupting games and making proclamations of her intent to marry him. He’d spent most of his pre-teen years trying to get away from the girl, and having to deal with his friends’ taunting every time she made some girly comment.

HOWARD! NOT THERE! START WITH THE BIG ONE! WITH ALL THE FLAKY SKIN ON IT!”

Suddenly wondering if the noble daughter’s of Drelev shouldn’t be a more urgent priority, Beppo looks down the hall to where Ildrim and the others are making final preparations for the rescue mission.

Brave kid. I could save him as soon as we get back from Drelev…

At least he's house trained

February 07, 2013 05:57

Sir Tragon and his retainers kneel upon seeing the hound archon striding down the castle hall.

“Perhaps, I have been too harsh in judging this duchy if an archon walks these halls.” Sir Tragon thinks.

“Noble Archon, I am Sir Targon a paladin in service to Iomadae..”

“Damn Iomadae to the Abyss!” Samandriel growls out, an aura of menace engulfs the paladins. Then suddenly Samandriel disappears.

“What unholy rites have been happening under this roof to turn an Archon against the Goddess!”


The alarm spell goes off awakening Ildrim from his sleep. Ildrim rolls out of bed, spells ready to deal with any hostile intruder.

A large bipedal canine stands at the foot of the bed. Ildrim senses no danger from the archon.

“Elf! You are the kingdom’s Magister. I would have you train me in your arcane arts, I am done relying on the damn gods. I would put my faith in my sword and the art you will teach me….My apologies, a century of torture at the hands of demons has done little for my etiquette. Encountering paladins of Iomadae did little to level my temper.I mean to ask, not demand, to be your student. You may clothes yourself before making your decision.”

“Assuming you will comport yourself properly and respect my authority as your teacher, at least in as much as that authority is ever treated, then I would be honored to train you in the arcane arts. Luckily I even have a few beginner spellbooks lying about.”

Missing

February 06, 2013 21:09

“I KNOW THE OUTLANDER IS AWAY! THAT’S THE PROBLEM! YOU’RE THE HIGH PRIEST OF HIS GODDESS AND YOU’RE HERE! DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!”

Jonas steps back from the screaming man, holding his hands up in front of him.

“Sir, please. Your daughter is Dawnwarrior Faisal’s charge and under his tutelage… I’m sure when he returns…”

The older man raises his fist and is about to scream again when a stern voice interrupts, “What is going on here?! This is a place of worship, not a fighting ring!”

Both men turn to the shrine entrance to see Deirdre silhouetted in the evening sun, still wearing her traveling cloak. The sharpness and authority in her tone gives the first man pause, and he manages to control his anger, clenching his fists at his side. Jonas takes a deep breath and nearly sags to the floor in relief.

“I was telling this fool…”, begins the man, speaking through clenched teeth.

“You WILL NOT speak about the High Priest of The Goddess of Light and Purity in that manner, or you WILL face Her holy wrath!”, roars Deirdre, her slim profile seeming to grow in stature for a moment. The older man’s eyes become wide and he takes a step back.

Deirdre allows her tone to soften again, “Now if you will calmly tell me what is going on, perhaps I can assist Dawnbrother Jonas in finding a solution.”

The man swallows and looks to Jonas, who nods encouragingly. The young priest looks back to the acolyte, grateful for her assistance.

She doesn’t seem as terrible as Dawnsister Scarlet says…

“My daughter is training with the General”, begins the townsman. “Because of some foolish notion of ‘becoming a warrior’. I don’t like it, but he bullied… I mean, he convinced me to accept her decision. Everything has been ok so far, and my wife and I expected she would just tire of this foolishness and give up.

“Yesterday, she wasn’t in her bed, and didn’t come home all day. She’s often gone for long periods with his training, but always tells us, and is always home to sleep. She wasn’t home last night either. When my wife searched for some clue, all we found was this, lying under her pillow.”

The man holds up a platinum coin, bearing the likeness of Sarenrae on one side, and crossed daggers on the other.

“She must have gone with the General on this trip to Drelev, out of some foolish notion of helping and becoming a ‘real warrior’. But she’s only a little girl…”, the man’s voice cracks with emotion and he fights back tears.

Jonas watches as Deirdre takes the coin and examines it, frowning as if trying to remember something. Her eyes open widely for a brief second, but the young woman quickly controls her reaction and it goes unnoticed by the worried father. She lays a hand on the man’s arm and speaks in a reassuring voice.

“This is a Qadiran coin, from the General’s homeland. It was surely meant as reassurance that your daughter is safe and well cared for. I am certain that feda-ghazi Faisal would never allow any harm to come to your daughter, and he will take all measures to ensure her safe return to you and your wife. Come, let me walk you home and we will allow Dawnbrother Jonas to return to his duties.”

The young priest watches the pair leave the shrine, contemplating the young woman’s strange reaction.

There’s more to that coin that you’re letting on… What are you hiding, Deirdre?

Solicitation

February 05, 2013 22:29

The camp is quiet after the battle with the barbarians and delve into the temple of Gorum. The exhaustion of the day and the body of the dead noble girl cast a pall across the gathering. The campfire blazes, chasing away the chill of the spring evening. Faisal stares into the flames, fascinated as always by the antics and faces of the tiny creatures within. The warrior is distracted from his reverie as Scarlet excuses herself and leaves the circle of light. The young man takes a deep breath and stands, nodding to his companions as he joins the young woman away from the camp.

“Ten thousand pardons for intruding on your meditation time, Dawnsister. I have an important matter to discuss with you in private.”

Faisal interprets the priestess’ deep sigh as assent and seats himself on the ground opposite her rocky seat.

“It is a matter of the heart that is distracting me, and I am uncertain how to proceed. I have little experience in these matters and find them not only perplexing, but frustrating. I am hoping that your wisdom and clarity might be able to help, as they have in the past for so many issues of faith.

“Acolyte Deirdre had expressed feelings for me some time ago, having worked up the courage to approach me. At the time, I was surprised, although pleased, but refused her advances because of my devotion to…someone else. To someone who cannot return the feelings. Someone to whom I could only be near, but never closer.

“But as Deirdre has studied the Karain and shown her devotion to The Goddess, I find myself ever more attracted to her kindness and beauty, to her devotion and strength. I look forward to her presence, and feel saddened when she leaves for her duties each week. She has learned much of Qadiran culture, and can converse on many topics of interest such that I often find myself almost believing that I am speaking with a Qadiran lady.

“Yet I am troubled by these feelings. Not only do I find it difficult to set aside my feelings for another, but Deirdre is my acolyte and student. While such pairings are not uncommon in uncultured lands, they are looked upon with shadowed eyes in Qadira, as an insult to the talib’s dedication, and a denial of the mualim’s wisdom and control. She is soon to complete the tazkiah and become a member of the Brethren, which would resolve this taboo, but I am uncertain of my acceptance of this easy solution.”

Faisal looks up to the silent priestess, his brow wrinkled with indecision.

“Dawnsister, I am lost and ask for your Wisdom and Guidance.”

Scarlet drifts into a blissful reverie of her own. The joyous hallelujah chorus plays in her head realizing her prayers have been answered.

“At last I will no longer be tormented by that heartless, two-faced, manipulative, treacherous wench. ”

A conflicting thought occurs to her.

“Well I suppose that witch will finally get her way and by no means does she deserve Faisal. Yes, he can be thorn in my behind, but despite his self-righteousness, he is an honorable man and a kind gentle soul. I would much prefer him with someone holier- like Beppo’s mother or even crazy…err Lady Soletha.”

Suddenly an unpleasant thought worries her. “And if he courts Deirdre, he will be in for a rude awakening…eventually.”

She dismisses it and resumes her positive thinking, “But right now she makes him happy and they have so much in common so who am I to get in their way, right? Yes, a win-win situation for everybody…”

She grins as she imagines herself officiating their wedding on a glorious sunny day, witnessed by the entire town, everyone looking so cheerful.

Another image comes to her mind of the towns people smiling and waving goodbye to the newly wed as they prepare to leave Tuskany to start their new life in Qadira. Ildrim would then teleport them to some distant swamp land miles away from civilization leaving the couple to find their way to Qadira.

Scarlet envisions herself rolling down a grassy knoll surrounded with flowers basked in the sunlight shortly after their departure.

“Oh, yes -what a glorious day it will be!”

Faisal grows concerned about the length of delay in the Dawnsister’s reaction. She has been doing this often of late, reminding the holy warrior of a friend’s sister who developed fits and eventually went mad.

Scarlet snaps out of her dream and answers the paladin while suppressing her giddiness.

“Faisal, why must everything be difficult for it to be rewarding, pleasurable or guilt-free. You are good man and must not deny yourself love and you must not forget you are no longer in Qadira. We, the “uncultured” land you speak of, are more accepting than Qadira. But in the event you wish to return to Qadira, your relation with Deidre is of no concern to anyone else. And most of all you have my blessing. After all it is what the Goddess of Compassion and Light would want for you.”

An idea dawns on Duchess and her face lights up with glee.

“In fact why wait until Deirdre completes the tazkiah. Why not marry her upon our return. It will be my honor to perform the ceremony.”

Scarlet continues her thought process and says eagerly.

“Then afterwards I am sure she would want to see Qadira, the glorious land you speak so much about. I imagine it would be lovely this time of year and this will be an excellent opportunity for you to introduce her to your parents. Take as much time as you need there. Perhaps she will fall in love and decide to spend the rest of her life there… with you. If anything, it will be an escape from the harsh winters in Tuskany… do you think?”

Faisal sits stunned for a moment, surprised by the Dawnsister’s enthusiasm for the idea. He had been worried that the two women did not like each other, beginning to believe some of the rumours that had come to his attention. Those concerns now quashed, he smiles broadly and drops to one knee, grasping the priestess’ hand in both of his.

“Thank you, Dawnsister! Once again, your wisdom and clarity help to guide the way. I shall speak to Deirdre as soon as we return, although she will likely be about to complete tazkiah when we return. At any rate, The Karain forbids marriage between any member of the Orders and an Uncleansed One, so it must be completed.

“I would be honoured beyond measure if you would preside over the ceremony, and I am certain that Deirdre would feel the same way. If I could presume upon your good graces for one more request, I would ask that you also preside over the final rites of Deirdre’s tazkiah, as you did for Dawnbrother Jonas. I believe that it would greatly raise the acolyte’s spirit to have her most treasured mualim conduct the prayers before she steps into the Cleansing Flames.”

With that, Faisal rises and strides back to the camp, nearly bouncing with happiness. Not only had the burden of his decision been lifted, he had discovered that he was wrong about two of the most important women in his life hating each other…

Rude Awakenings

February 05, 2013 00:47

“BEPPO! BEPPPPPPPOOOOOOOO!”

The high pitched screech cuts through the wooden door as if made of tissue paper, startling the young gnome.

“BEPPO! I’M HOME!"

“THAT’S GREAT, MA!”

KNITTING CLUB WAS CANCELLED. THAT THING ON PHYLINNE’S NECK OPENED UP AGAIN!”

“I’M BUSY, MA!”

The handle on the door rattles slightly.

TOO BUSY TO HELP YOUR MOTHER PEEL TURNIPS?!”

“DON’T COME IN HERE, MA!!!

WHY NOT?!”

Beppo scrambles to gather the young woman’s coat from the floor.

ARE YOU TOUCHING YOURSELF AGAIN?!?”

Beppo frantically shoves Celina toward the burrow window, whispering apologies.

“DO YOU HAVE SOMEONE IN THERE WITH YOU?”

Celina dodges out of the way, calling back, “Yes, he does!”

“Oh. IS SHE GNOMISH?!”

Beppo looks at the human girl and raises his fingers to his lips before shouting back.

YES!!!”

“OK THEN. YOU KIDS HAVE FUN! USE PROTECTION!”

“MA!!!”


The Grand Diplomat sits bolt upright in bed, heart pounding from the nightmare. Cold sweat chills the morning air even more as he frantically looks around his quarters to reassure himself that he is still in the castle.

Alone, thank the gods! I haven’t had that dream for a long time.

“BEPPO! BEPPPPPPPOOOOOOOO!”

The grating voice pierces the thick ironwood door just as harshly as the gnome remembers from home.

Oh gods, no…

“BEPPO? ARE YOU IN THERE? WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING IN BED? I’VE BEEN HERE FOR HOURS WAITING FOR YOU! OR ARE YOU TOO BUSY TO SPEND TIME WITH YOUR MOTHER? I’VE BROUGHT YOUR FIANCEE SO YOU CAN FINALLY GIVE ME SOME GRANDCHILDREN! NOW GET OUT HERE AND MEET THE LOVELY GIRL!”

Beppo frantically throws on his clothing and looks toward the window overlooking the lake and the fifty foot drop to the ground.

If only I’d been able to turn invisible and fly when I was a teenager…

My God is Holier Than Yours

February 04, 2013 21:12

Sir Tragon, renown paladin of Iomadae walks down the hallways of the castle a mere day after a large demon smashed through the Castle of Firenze killing twelve and leaving many of the dead to immediately rise as ghouls killing another four. Among the dead are the council members Oleg Leveton and Kesten Garess.

“Sir Faisal Salaam ibn Abd Al-Wasi ibn Kalilah ibnt Dilawar ibn Amahalmuta al-Qadira, Holy Warrior of The Sarenrae, Divine Justicar of the Eternal Light, Destroyer of Undeath, Wielder of the Fiery Blade of Justice, Genral of the Duchy of Tuskany, I know not how things are done where you hail from, but here we consider releasing demonic entities and failing to protect the lives our liege lords and high priestess a sign of laxness and corruption! Perhaps you should focus on your duties of a holy knight instead of dreaming up pretty little titles, Sir!”

A number of other knights enter the hall armour polished and backs ramrod straight.

“Far be it for me to question the judgment of Sarenrae, but perhaps her vision has been obscured by dark forces concerning your failing, Sir! I shall NOT allow this Duchy to fall to demonic forces, however your obvious failures have forced my hands, until such time as I am shown that this Duchy is no danger of becoming another Mendev, my men and I shall conduct inspection of trade and the interrogation of those deemed suspicious. Perhaps we should start with you.”

Faisal stands and steps from behind the council table, stalking down the dais steps toward the armoured man, his barely controlled fury familiar to the other nobles of Tuskany.

“Your mastery of titles and their use as weapons is impressive, but your ignorance of their purpose is as lacking as the rest of the barbarians of your uncultured lands. Although a civilized introduction is apparently not necessary for a knight of The Lady of Valor and Honour, I am already aware of your identity and purpose, Sir Tragon abu-Iomadae, Paladin of The Inheritor.

“You are welcome to question and debate the actions of this Council, for it is as fallible as any mortal. But as a servant of The True Light of Purity and Justice, I shall not tolerate a follower of a Lesser Aspect questioning Her divine wisdom and ‘vision’. This land is guided by The Sarenrae and while your knights are welcome to stay here, to aid us in the eternal battle against evil, but this is not the Worldwound, nor is the Mendevian Inquisition welcome in our land.

“Now, if you wish to speak with the people of this land in a civilized and honourable manner, I am pleased to be the first to discuss the matter with you and allay your fears. If you intend to continue your uncultured shouting and insults, to terrorize the good people of this land, you will find a much less pleasant reception.”