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Post by Dawnwings on Aug 22, 2006 23:41:07 GMT -5
The tent is filled with the smells of cooking, the sounds of pots being banged about, and people talking as they eat.
This is where food is provided and theh Cook practically lives. If there is anyone you don't want to get on the wrong side of in this camp, it's Cook. She's a large woman, her hair always tied back, who makes the most unappatising raw goods into more than fair meals for the men and women in the Light camp. Her pancakes, if you can get her to make them, are the best in the Realm by all accounts.
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Post by Dawnwings on Aug 22, 2006 23:54:17 GMT -5
Dornovarn walked, dragged, Taled into the tent, gestured to one of the serving staff and sat the boy at a table. The Leader of the Light sat opposite and waited for teh bowls of stew, pieces of bread and mugs of water were on the table before looking at the boy again. He was the bearer of bad news, dornovarn was almost certain. And that meant that he had to be careful in hishandling of him. But he couldn't abide mannerless urchins, despite how often they came in useful. He wished Katarn was there to deal with the boy. But, if wishes were victories, the Realm would be held by the Light already.
"So, what news brings you here Taled?" Dornovarn lifted a sthingyful of stew to his lips, blew on it, then ate it. He smiled slightly, Cook never disappoionted, no matter how she complained about inferior goods and lazy help and ungrateful soliders.
ooc: Sorry I took so long to reply, my friend is going to Canada and we're organising her stuff and I never realised how much planning goes into things like travel.
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Post by Phantasy on Aug 23, 2006 7:40:19 GMT -5
That was some good food. He sthingyed it carefully into his mouth, savouring every last drop, he did not know when was the last time he had had a good meal.
He did not answer at first, what was the answer? Loyalty, but to who? Fear, of who? Safety, he guessed, sanction for a lost boy maybe? "I just.." he started but faultered and never finished, he didn't know the ending of it.
OOC: No problem. ^_^
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Post by Dawnwings on Aug 23, 2006 9:24:55 GMT -5
As Dornovarn was about to press the boy, a young man bearing the mark of Katarn's spies hurried, pressed a disk into Dornovarn's palm, and left. Frowning, the dark haired Leader looked at the disk, examined both sides, and swore throughly.
"Flame it all, they're getting ready." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep his facade of command in place. Finally, he looed back to the boy.
"It looks like I need you Taled," he sid with a small smile, almost amused, "you see, I need everyone, every single fighter that's here, to assemble on the training grounds as soon as possible." Dornovarn paused, remembering what Katarn had told him before he'd vanished into the woods and hills and rivers thelast time. 'Something is coming, and you don't want to be home when it arrives.' But Dornvanr hadn't been home in years, hadn't felt the sun on his skin and the cool air ruffle his hair as it came off the delta for longer than he could remember. And he hadn't taunted and teased thecopper haired girl he'd grown up with in as long. Longer, because the last time he'd been home, before being assigned Leader, she had been so poite to him he had felt his heart cracking. It had been what he'd missed most about home, the way they baited each other to see who would bite first...
Shaking his head, he looked at the boy again. he knew that he had no other choice, the lad needed to prove himself now, before the battle claimed him and his body lay in the mass grave that would follow. Dornovarn just hoped the lad would take a few Dark soliders down before he collected and arrow or swordpoint.
"Do you think you can have them all there in, say, an hour?" Dornovarn needed time to prepare, to go over his plans... But the foundatins were laid out, it was only the other touches he needed to add. He stared at Taled, playing with the disk in his fingers as though he had all the time in the Realm.
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Post by Phantasy on Aug 24, 2006 6:57:08 GMT -5
"Me? How am I suposed to do that? I don't work for you, do it yourself." Taled grumbled, he was no way going to do that, for fear of being barbaqued by the leaders men, or them just paying no attention what so ever to him or the orders he had been given. "They won't listen, I'm no one here, and your the leader not me, and if your saying you can't get your own men together, your so going to loose this war Mister." And he thinks he needs me? A fat lot of good that will do now.
He eyed the disk in the mans hand and frowned, "What is that?" he asked frowning deeper.
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Post by Dawnwings on Aug 24, 2006 10:52:44 GMT -5
"Taled, you're dangerously close to crossing a bridge you will not be able to return from," Dornovarn warned, feeling the sweet coldness rise in him. No one, ever, lived once he embraced that coldness. "I said I wanted you to get the men there, I will see that you wear the appropriate marks so they know you speak for me." He grinned, the expression feral. Maybe the boy wouldn't make it to the battlefield after all... There were men in his camp that wouldn't tolerate any kind of back-chat. "But if you fail, or betray me, there is no place in the Realm that will hide you." It was not a threat, though th words rang true, it was a promise. One of the serving staff appeared with the armbands and a cloak, hesitating before she approached. She'd seen Dornovarn in that mood before, and he'd left the camp on edge for days afterwards.
"Well?" The word was silky, almost bored. Dornovarn looked at the boy and smiled.
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Post by Phantasy on Aug 24, 2006 11:12:37 GMT -5
Taled stuck his tongue out, it was in his own nature not to take any orders after his history was full of them. "Do your own work, and I suggest you build that bridge before you threaten people with it." he commented, smiling bleakly, amused with his own foul play, in his own mind the man asked for it, and he was going to get what he deserved in return and that was what he deserved. Though Taled knew he would soon end up a prisoner, and he didn't want that. But he didn't work for this man.
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Post by Dawnwings on Aug 24, 2006 11:59:54 GMT -5
Dornovarn turned to the serving girl, spoke to her quietly for a moment, then turned cold midnight blue eyes on the boy. the girl donned the armbands and hurried out into the camp, searching for those of the Light to gather.
"So, you've learnt nothing." Dornovarn shook his head slowly, the easy smile on his lips. It was a shame the boy didn't understand metaphor, but-
'Keep him by, let him stay,' the satin voice intruded, a smile in the voice. for a moment, Dornovarn considered the idea, watching the boy, and trying to imagine exactly what a few of the men would do to him.
"You've lost your chance Taled, and for that I'm sorry, you had the makings of a good warrior." Shaking his head, Dornovarn gestured towards the boy. Two big kitchen hands, used to hauling carcasses of wild deer and boar, grabbed Taled by the arms and lifted him from the ground and kept his feet from the earth. "Let's go."
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Post by Phantasy on Aug 24, 2006 12:10:08 GMT -5
Taled wriggled and struggled, his eyes had remained on Dornovarn for a moment or two before he began to scream a stream of rather colourful profanities at the two men and a nice long stream at the leader as well. He was too confident for his own good, and for that he was in a lot of trouble, probably too much trouble than he could handle right now. Oh yes. He was in trouble big time. "Let me go." he screamed struggling violently.
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Post by Dawnwings on Aug 24, 2006 12:25:46 GMT -5
"Gag him." that was all Dornovarn said as he turned away from the boy and the men holding him. A third appeared, did as the leader bid and the trio of men acompanied the dark haired warrior out of the tent, moving with a purpose. Despite the still screaming, writhing bundle they had. Although they would't do it, they almost wished Dornovarn had given the order to hog-tie the little mongrel so they could carry him like a boar to the roasting pit. And when they saw they were headed for the training grounds, they smiled, a spring in their stride. given the time of day, it was almost certain the General would be there, and that was another man in the Light camp no one wanted to be on the wrong side of...
Ooc: To the training area?
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Post by Phantasy on Aug 24, 2006 12:29:03 GMT -5
Taled screamed still, his eyes wide with slight fear, he had no firm plant on the floor so he could not run, he had no real freedom of movement but he continued to writh in the men's arms screaming and crying for help, despite the gag. He didn't care about that, he would soon, but right now, he didn't.
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