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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 7, 2011 1:00:14 GMT -5
1.) Ashemir and Seriah time.
2.) MY ICE CREAM TASTED LIKE AIR. D'8
It hadn't been all that long since Seriah had left to speak to Valmar, but all the same, Ashemir was getting increasingly more anxious. The longer the warlord was away, the more Ashemir thought something had gone wrong, or would go wrong if Marrus showed up again.
The blonde left the house for air and tried to keep from pacing up and down the walkway to and from Seriah's door, instead drifting down the streets for the sake of going just anywhere and expelling this nervous energy, which probably wasn't that much better. He had left his writing notebook in the house this time, and Draven had better not look in it, or Ashemir would finish what Marrus started, except in a less scientific fashion. At the sound of musicians, he ended up where he usually did, with the musicians around the fountain, but this time he stayed off to the side of the road, resting his back on the wall and looking out into the street with distant eyes as his thoughts were elsewhere.
Like, thinking about what the hell was getting into him.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 1:13:50 GMT -5
A storm had brewed in Seriah's mind, growing with unease as he traveled from Tiaelde back to Issilt. He felt as though he'd carefully wrapped his plans, and tied them with a big pretty bow, only to find a tear in the bottom. Perhaps he was to much of a perfectionist, and merely upset things weren't unfolding the way he wanted. Perhaps, his mind had been racketing between optimism and pessimism the entire walk, things unfolding sooner than expected and with such haste would work out to their advantage. Maybe he was just lucky he didn't eat solids anymore, so he didn't need to vomit from the stress.
His disquiet eased at the sound of instruments in the square, and he let the music draw his feet toward the fountain and life, rather than head straight home. He wanted to check on Ashemir and Draven, to update them on what was happening, but the need to let some music wash over him was stronger. He stopped a bit short, recognizing the tall blonde figure leaned against a wall, and his usual smile spread a bit wider. "Ashemir," he called, before closing the distance between them.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 7, 2011 1:27:10 GMT -5
Ashemir was pulled back to the world when he heard his name, turning his head to Seriah. Relief visibly washed over his face, and he straightened himself from the wall as the warlord made his way over. As usual, he was wearing the smell of damp wilderness. "Seriah. What did Valmar have to say?" Maybe it was him, but whatever he felt around their general area, it didn't feel like a victorious air.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 1:37:51 GMT -5
Seriah spread his hands, helpless to what had already occurred. "You can go back home safely, whenever you like. Though.. I would recommend keeping your distance from Valmar, regardless." He leaned closer to Ashemir, in a conspiratory fashion that encouraged the other to lean in as well (mostly because he wanted to make Ashemir lean closer), and lowered his voice so that it was only for Ashemir's ears. "A lot has happened. Human soldiers were in the mountains, and Valmar engaged them. We won, but some of those soldiers survived, and Valmar had spread from the mountains to Tiaelde. There's no way to reach Cados before news of all this."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 7, 2011 1:47:18 GMT -5
Ashemir nodded slowly. He figured that he would give Valmar more time to cool off, anyway. But he did want to divulge a little to get on the general's good side again. The approach would just be the tricky part. When Seriah leaned forward, Ashemir was a bit hesitant but leaned in closer as well, as much as he suspected that Seriah was enjoying this. That was... a lot of news. "So things are in motion, then," he stated, although he sounded a bit anxious. "Will you be meeting him in Cados soon?"
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 1:55:21 GMT -5
Seriah nodded. "With any luck we can reach them before they have a chance to make many preparations. We'll meet Valmar within 3 days at Malcolm's tavern. Assuming Draven's up to it, and you..." He paused, his gaze settling on the blonde as he let the question hang between them without expressly saying it. Was Ashemir coming with?
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 7, 2011 2:11:28 GMT -5
If Seriah and Draven were leaving, Ashemir would be hard-pressed to stay. Marrus seemed more interested in Draven, but the blonde wouldn't put it past the lunatic to sink to low strategies. There was Yeszlin to look after... but they could just leave non-perishable food items and water with her and hope they'd return in a reasonable amount of time. If not, then... oh well. Her part in all this was finished, anyway.
Not to mention, he wanted to be at Seriah's back, in case something went very wrong with the plan. "I'll go with you."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 2:20:48 GMT -5
It had hardly occurred to Seriah that that a werewolf would continue to need regular food while he was gone... but if he was tied up at the castle and couldn't return, he could always send an underling vampire to look after her. There was something romantic about the idea of starving one of those that would condemn vampires for eating... A taste of their own medicine, or something along those lines.
His smile broadened, "I'll feel better knowing you're near by." He turned slightly, leaning against the wall next to Ashemir, while looking out at some of the musicians. "Honestly, I think we'll be successful. Even rushing things as they are. What do you think?"
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 7, 2011 3:21:18 GMT -5
Ashemir shifted without response to Seriah's first comment. Sure, he could probably just go back to the mountain, where he wouldn't have to deal with Valmar anymore if the general occupied the castle, and it might be safer there than to be embroiled in the fighting. But at this point, with all the pieces of himself he dropped and collected within the past weeks, whether he had now set himself up to suffocate or not in the cavern was the question. Thinking on those weeks, he finally admitted to himself that Seriah's feeling was mutual. But he'd only admit that.
He pulled back so that he wasn't leaning so close to Seriah anymore. What did he think? He wondered if Seriah was asking because he was worried in some way. "Well, if the dogs and cats are fighting as they should, and the humans are hard pressed, I don't see why we wouldn't be successful."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 3:30:52 GMT -5
He lifted a hand to push his hair back from his eyes, trying to settle himself despite an odd nervous energy making him want to pace. "The human's in the mountains had no support from werecats or werewolves." He looked at Ashemir again, his expression more his usual pleased self, "It might be safe to assume they were to busy chasing each other's tales." He added, still sounding pleased, "I'm glad you think so too." Whether he was looking for assurance, agreement, or just wanted to know what Ashemir thought, he seemed happy enough with the answer.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 7, 2011 3:52:15 GMT -5
Ashemir contemplated patting Seriah's shoulder but decided against it, looking back at the musicians. "They'll feel quite stupid when they find out the kingdom has fallen during their fight, I'm sure. What do we do when they find out about everything?" The goal was to make them view vampires as equals, but that wouldn't come without some kind of work. Possession of the castle was just an advantage.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 3:59:01 GMT -5
"Once we've taken the castle, we'll have to bolster our numbers as well. It's unlikely we can avoid fighting them, but we're better off slashing their numbers down quite a bit anyway." They'd have enough of a back bone by then to stand a better chance then the scatter vampires over whelmed and picked off by the werefolk over the past several hundred years. "It would be better if we had longer. I had hoped the werewolves and werecat's would take a decent chunk out of each other. Instead they'll find out quickly about us, and even strengthen their alliance. It's less than ideal."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 7, 2011 5:25:05 GMT -5
Ashemir nodded slowly. It really was the best thing they could do now that the humans knew about their forces. "One thing at a time, I suppose." He ran his hand through his hair, noting the short patch above his ear. "Maybe Valmar will have his ugly head ripped off by a werewolf. Then we'd have less to worry about," he added more heatedly. There was still Sneaky-Skank to burn on a pyre, but other than that....
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 13:56:09 GMT -5
Seriah shook his head, and let out a startled laugh. "If there was a way for him to go, that'd probably be it! Even he'd think so. But if he died, it'd just spring up new things to worry about." The problem was that Valmar was both a powerful ally and a powerful enemy. There was a reason Valmar had the next highest position after Seriah, but as an ambitious and older vampire, there was always the threat that Valmar might decide he could do better than second best. At the same time, such a strong general not only was a boon for their current battles, but a discouragement to other vampires to get our of line, or try for Seriah's position. "400 years old and politics still get under my skin. How old is prince Lorin? Seventeen? I wonder how he handles it all." Of course it wouldn't matter in the long run, because the prince would be dead.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 7, 2011 16:12:18 GMT -5
"I know..." Ashemir said a little miserably. Why did Valmar have to be so necessary? When Seriah contemplated on the prince's age, Ashemir shrugged. Seriah would know better than him. "Well, he won't have to handle it for much longer." He wondered if royal blood tasted any different from anything else. Maybe not. "Then we'll have to handle it all. Politics can't be healthy for anyone."
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