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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 8, 2010 18:51:23 GMT -5
This is mostly between Lorin and Lysand, but if you're in the castle, just send me a PM if you want to join c:
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Brenthor’s seeds had budded, at least. Lorin was in too much distress to even read as normal. He’d just pace in a ‘U’ shape around his bed, checking out the window sometimes at night and glimpsing the stage of the moon. In all honesty, he was afraid to go back to sleep, to face the fanged man again. He was afraid who the fanged man might turn into…. The last thing he needed his subconscious to show him was Lysand’s appearance baring and gnashing fangs at him. His lack of sleep was starting to get obvious: dark circles ringed under his eyes, his attention was starting to waver in even light conversations, and during brief moments to himself, he would roll his shoulders and rub his upper back where he could reach to relieve his aching.
The prince was walking through the castle hall, thinking deeply to himself about what Brenthor had said. He said that Lysand might have letters…. Perhaps when Captain Gladpath returned, he could conduct an investigation on Lysand’s communications with others located outside the castle? But Lysand and the guard captain were close… Did that mean that Gladpath knew about all of Lysand’s dealings? He seemed pretty oblivious…. It would be creepy if the guard captain was that happy all the time and knew about Lysand plotting to overthrow him.
But that couldn’t all be true, could it? Lysand had only given him the soundest advice. But also, why would Brenthor lie about that sort of thing? Lorin looked up from the floor and noticed Lysand on the other side of the hall. Maybe... he could try to talk to his advisor.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Nov 8, 2010 19:03:13 GMT -5
Hands clasped behind his back, Lysand found himself staring out the window, a bit restless. He took a breath before releasing it, wondering what had him on edge. Brenthor was out of his hair for awhile; he should finally be able to relax. But no, something kept nibbling at the edge of his mind, like an itch he couldn't reach.
Perhaps it was the prince. He had somehow become more withdrawn than usual. He couldn't help but notice the dark circles around his eyes. Strange, though, if such a thing was bothering him. Banez would have to be REALLY rubbing off on him if he started caring about the prince's poor sleeping habits. After all, the prince could most certainly take care of himself.
Perhaps it was this business with the vampires. His head shook slowly at the thought. Vampires... They ruined everything. You couldn't negotiate with them there was nothing they'd want that Lysand would be inclined to give them. He took a deep breath again before he turned from the window, meaning to head back to his quarters. Oh, there was Prince Lorin, looking at him. He studied him for a moment. "Have you need of me, your highness?" If not he was leaving...
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 8, 2010 19:15:08 GMT -5
"Advisor Lysand," he said automatically. "... yes, I do." He should... probably specify what Lysand was needed for. "I need to talk to you..." About what? "..about what we should do if the werewolves don't accept our call for help." And then he'd tend towards the subject of vampires and dig for what he wanted.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Nov 8, 2010 19:22:06 GMT -5
Lysand's eyes flickered from the prince's face for a moment as he thought for a brief second. They soon snapped back and he spoke. "I would suppose that would depend entirely why they refused our call. If it were because of a refusal to work with the werecats then we would have to send Ambassador Brenthor back to them to make it painfully clear to them that we, in no uncertain terms, are uninterested in an alliance with the werecats, but that we were forced to take their offer due to their inborn ability to sense the vampires." He paused for a moment before considering. "However, if it is not the werecats that cause them to refuse our call, then we have much more troubling issues to deal with. We must consider the fact that they might try some of their own political maneuvers."
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 8, 2010 19:36:28 GMT -5
Lorin was having trouble paying attention as Lysand talked. What 'political maneuvers'. The prince wasn't even sure if his mental state lended well to actually abstracting information right now, but he still wasn't willing to try and get a night's worth of sleep. "Yeah..." he said. "If vampires were moving, though... I mean, in a fighting group... werewolves would have to help us, then. Won't they?"
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Nov 8, 2010 19:40:50 GMT -5
Lysand shook his head slowly. "Not necessarily." His eyes flicked away again, thinking. "They may try to force us to end or neutrality. To do that they could refuse to do a thing unless we chose a side." He looked to the prince, lips pressing into a thinner line than usual. "They may try to make us suffer to see how much we need them. I'm not entirely sure how reliable the werecats are. With their race so independently minded, we can't be sure that even with an agreement with their chief that they will actually help us to the extent that the werewolves would."
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 8, 2010 19:49:07 GMT -5
"So... when it comes down to it, the werewolves would be more reliable than the werecats, if we had to choose a side." It all made sense... the werewolves had more of a sense of loyalty, whereas the werecats didn't. Not to say that they couldn't be loyal when things mattered, but when he was reading about the history of the wereanimals, the werewolves had started out genuinely wanting to destroy the vampires. The werecats wanted the power to destroy the vampires, but only after they were jealous of the fame the werewolves were getting. "...Do you think the vampires would be able to organize themselves to that degree?"
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Nov 8, 2010 19:53:31 GMT -5
"Yes," Lysand answered simply. "I believe that they would. In fact, it's only a matter of time. Think about it. A vampire's only food source is blood. Now they either have to kill their victims or turn them into a fellow vampire. That's bound to lead to an unsteadily rising vampire population. Eventually one vampire, or more than one, is going to realize this and decide that they need to stabilize their population before it collapses on itself. Prince Lorin. I do not say this lightly when I say that we need to annihilate this race before they hunt ours into extinction."
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 9, 2010 6:03:53 GMT -5
It was a safe assumption for Lysand to make, but for the advisor to say it so quickly and certainly, Lorin’s eyes widened slightly. Could it be that Brenthor was right? Was Lysand really planning for his downfall? It was the last thing that the advisor said that calmed the prince’s nerves and wiped some of that thought away. “Of course. But if we hunt them very actively, then will they notice the lack in numbers and start turning others at a greater rate? What sort of repercussions would that have?”
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Nov 9, 2010 6:14:26 GMT -5
Well, it wasn't as if the advisor hadn't thought about it before. Lorin's question would have made him frown if he weren't better at controlling his facial expressions. He didn't know the answers. Vampires weren't like the other races he had no idea of their motivations. "If we don't do anything at all, then their numbers will still grow. The more vampires, the more of or people that will die. If they start turning people at a greater rate then... Well, that's a risk we'll just have to take."
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 9, 2010 18:06:18 GMT -5
"I suppose so..." Lorin conceded. "If we really start to get serious, how do we go about it? We're already clearing out the mountains, but that's just the mountains. Should we get a team of werewolves or werecats to scour the cities, leave no rock unturned and destroy the vampires on the spot?" Ugh, there was that bitter taste again. "...Advisor Lysand, can I see what letters you might have exchanged with other officials?" It might seem like an odd question... but what was the advisor going to say, no?
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Nov 9, 2010 18:10:59 GMT -5
"That would be the only way to do it," Lysand replied with a small nod. His lips pressed into a thin line. "Your highness, that really is what I must advise you to do. We can not allow this problem to fester. If we wait too long... Then it will be too late." When the prince asked him for his letters, he had no outward reaction, but on the inside he squirmed slightly. Why would he ask such a thing? "If you find it so necessary, your highness. But... May I ask you why?"
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 9, 2010 18:20:38 GMT -5
"I understand." Perhaps he'd call for something... after this business with the mountain was over. Then they'd have a better understanding how well werewolves and werecats could work with each other on this sort of thing. As for the letters, why was a good question. 'Because Brenthor told me you're evil?' didn't exactly come out the best way. "I think it is necessary. I think I should know what my advisor is saying to others."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Nov 9, 2010 18:31:34 GMT -5
"Prince Lorin." Lysand's hands were clasped behind his back again. "I can assure you that my letters contain nothing that would be considered inappropriate." For the love of God, he was worried about what HE said to others? What about BRENTHOR? He would have huffed in indignation if he were apt to do such things. What was the prince even looking for? Did he really think he'd keep any incriminating letters hanging around, had any existed? An underestimation, surely. "You're lucky your highness, that I rewrite every letter that I write for my own reference."
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 9, 2010 18:40:48 GMT -5
Well, Lysand might have rewritten every letter except the ones to the vampires that Brenthor mentioned... Lorin would just have to go through the entire drawer and try to pick up on any sort of subtle clue in his sleep-deprived state. He tried to mentally prep himself for reading political letters, letters on a subject that often flew over his head. "I'm glad that you can assure me. Now may I see them?"
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