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Post by Banez Gladpath on May 23, 2011 1:51:33 GMT -5
Brenthor's taunts visibly drew Banez into an even more crazed state, if such a thing was possible. The knight's teeth clenched so hard that they were in danger of cracking. "Do you think a cell can hold me back forever, Brenthor?" His eyes narrowed. "No.... Eventually I'll get out, even if I have to bend each and every one of these bars, and I'll find you. Do you know how many cleaves it takes to sever a man's head from his body, Brenthor? I do."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on May 23, 2011 13:33:06 GMT -5
"An empty threat if I ever heard one, Gladpath. Not so glad now, are you?" He laughed at his own joke, giving him a sinister grin. "You'll never get out of that cell. And even if you do, you'd never be able to touch me. So why don't you just sit there and think about how much of a failure you were to Lysand. It was because of you that his sweet blood flowed across my tongue that day. And trust me. I did make it as slow and painful as possible."
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Post by Banez Gladpath on May 23, 2011 14:37:49 GMT -5
"I've thought of plenty for you too, Aledick Breadthor," Banez mocked right back. But the longer the ambassador went on talking, the knight quaked with rage. "GET OUT," he snarled. "I can't think with your ugly pig head right there!"
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on May 23, 2011 15:13:17 GMT -5
Brenthor's grin only grew. "I'll leave only because I've nothing else to say to you. But I'll be back, Captain. Just to check in from time to time." He laughed again before he turned to leave the dungeons. He glanced back. "It'll be great to watch you suffer."
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Post by Banez Gladpath on May 23, 2011 15:44:08 GMT -5
Banez glared at Brenthor until the fat man left before he began pacing along the bars to expel some of his murderous energy. Brenthor would rue the day he harmed Lysand! Gutting him like a pig would be too good for him! That slimy toad! That bloated whale! The knight turned toward the stone wall at the back of his cell and pounded his fist into it with an enraged scream, continuing this until his main hand was as useless as his shield arm, with the skin of his knuckles scraped and peeling.
Finally he sunk to his knees with his face downcast, away from everyone else, and he began sobbing. Lysand... He failed Lysand.... He could never hold his frail body or hear his voice again. Why would God let Lysand die and Brenthor live? It wasn't fair.... Banez' tears were starting to create some sizable wet spots on his breeches, but he couldn't stop them for any longer than a moment. Maybe after the knight endured all the pain he was meant to, they could be reunited in heaven.
...But in his anguish, that just wasn't good enough for now.
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