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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Mon Aug 25, 2014 10:26 pm

By now Myrillian's words meant nothing to Irile. They were no longer worth getting angry over or throwing back in his stupid face, so she simply let the princling spew his empty promises without further comments from her. Similarly, she gave silent consent to having Rathion follow her around. The idea of being babysat was appalling, but there wasn't a blasted thing she could do to change Myr's mind at this point, and having the other boy around wouldn't really change anything. She could have been paired off with someone worse. Rathion seemed like a decent person after all, and he had volunteered to stay close to her earlier for reasons she guessed with little consideration. Her conclusions about the boy's motives drew a sly smile across her face before she spoke.

"You heard the boy. It looks like the two of us are going to be spending A LOT of time together." The current circumstances should have wounded the girl's pride, but her tone showed no signs of inconvenience, or anger besides a lack of patience to stay put any longer. "Just try not to stare too much, kay?" With that Irile tossed her worthless student files on the table, zipped her jacket up over her unbuttoned shirt, and made her way towards the reception office.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Tue Aug 26, 2014 3:14 am

Legion yawned, bored of the group. None of these people were any fun! Except for maybe the speed girl. She went through life fast enough to be of interest. None of this boring talk of strategy from her!

It listened as they droned on and on about legality and other semantics that it didn't understand and honestly didn't care about. Finally he snapped, forming a giant suit of armor that towered over the whole group. He swung a broadsword down through the whole group and it clanged loudly against the floor. Adopting the lowest voice he could for the best effect, he rumbled, "Are we quite done here? I believe that it is time for us to move on. You all sit here and talk about boring stuff! Lets go crush something!"
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Tue Aug 26, 2014 12:29 pm

Rathion nodded, regaining his composure as Myr replied to his question. Inside, however, was tumultuous. He had a mission before they went on the actual mission and, if first impressions were anything to go by, the former would be a much more difficult task. He waited for the outburst from Irile about being babysat. The paladin watched the girl out of the corner of his eye, tensing up only slightly. It would have been a humorous sight, the tall, muscular man being afraid of the small gunslinger.

When no rebellion came, Rathion let out a small, almost inaudible sigh of relief. He was pleasantly surprised. Then, he saw the sly smirk grace the teen's lips. Horrors ran through his mind, pranks and shame seemed to be the common theme. Rathion gulped. He gave Myr a look. It was one that men shared between themselves, a sign that was created for silent communication. It was formed soon after women learned what power they held over their counterparts. It clearly and unequivocally said...

"Help me".

Irile was already on the move, telling Rathion not to stare too much. He heard a crash from behind him, glancing backwards to see some sort of apparition yelling about something or other. Part of him wished he was back there dealing with that instead of the storm ahead of him.

Although, Rathion mused, his head tilting to one side, it wasn't like the view was so bad from back here. What? He was a southern gentleman but he was still a guy.

He shook his head and hurried his steps to catch up to Irile. He stood by her side and glanced towards her. He was worried that she'd have a similar outburst towards the queen. He should probably talk to Irile and hear what she was thinking. The more he knew, the better he could prepare. He just didn't want to say the wrong thing and get on her bad side. He looked in front again, tapping his finger against his thigh. Avoid talking about known heated topics (Myr) and calm her down. It was then that he noticed the gun she was carrying. Inspiration struck him.

"So..." He drawled, "You like guns, huh?"

As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted them. Smooth as a cactus.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Wed Aug 27, 2014 10:59 pm

The way the boy grew nervous around her amused Irile. The way he stared at her backside entertained her even more. Women had a way of instinctively way of knowing when men are ogling them, even from behind. She did not mind at all. She had felt that she was more attractive from behind even before her accident, and it was reassuring to know that others still found her so even after seeing what had become of her front. The incident had not left her horribly disfigured by any means, and it was quite frankly amazing how well her body had healed with magic. While discolored the scar tissue was mostly smooth, and even retained surprising sensitivity. The doctors said it was possible to heal it completely, but she had decided to keep it as a reminder and a part of her identity. Moments like this made her regret that decision a little less. The extra attention Rathion had given but would no doubt deny if asked allowed her to carry a smile as she walked and forget about all the tension that had built up, even if just for a short while.

When the he finally worked up the nerve to talk to her she could not help but softly chuckle at him. It took what little restraint she had no to burst into laughter. If given a chance she would happily bet her stash that this was the first time he ever actually spoke to a girl before, but at least he was trying. "You really slurp at small talk, you know that? You get an A for effort though," she said turning to face him with a crooked little grin that was in danger of becoming permanent from overuse if her parents could be believed. She held eye contact for a split second before she turned her back to him once more with her hands resting up behind her head. "Anyway 'like' really isn't a fitting term for it. It runs deeper than that, much deeper. Guns are my livelihood. The only thing that defines me more is my family. I spent my whole life surrounded by them. I started working in a gun factory when I was six or seven. The child labor laws got real lax when the Soniette's decided they wanted to expand their borders. Food was always scarce in those days and I was the oldest. I learned to shoot not long after that, most of the factory workers don't actually use guns themselves, it's probably why they resent them so much while others like me learn to love them. My dad was real uptight with my training, it was over a month of going over rules and procedures before he let me handle live ammo. He said the best gunman was the most disciplined gunman he always said. I guess he was right because he put me in shooting competitions by time I was twelve. I always did pretty well in them too, even against adults. That helped give us some extra money so the little ones never had to go to the factory like I did. he had talked about me going here and joining the military before that, but that was probably the first time most folks started taking him seriously. Most gun users where I'm from are just hobbyists, or collectors, not in the same category as me or Dad at all. I'm not sure where he learned to shoot though…" After giving him far more than the question merited and probably far more than he wanted Irile began to trail of with little to nothing left to say. It was rare for her to go on for that long without shouting. It was relaxing to just talk for once.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Thu Aug 28, 2014 4:29 pm

Rathion found a smile that mirrored Irile's on his own face. He was certainly happy that she was showing this other side. He was still a little embarrassed by his flop of a question, even more so when she called him out on it, but the question seemed to have done its job as she spoke about it. As she relaxed, so did he. His shoulders were less coiled and his stride less tense. She talked animatedly and he admired her passion. He was a little forlorn to hear of her childhood troubles. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes shifted towards his feet. She was far too young to have such responsibility placed upon her shoulders. She didn't seem to mind, though, simply stating it like it was fact and with little remorse.

He listened intently as she spoke of her father. It was obvious she admired him, maybe even felt a little competitive towards him. That brought Rathion's smile back to the forefront. Irile probably would have felt just as passionate about slingshots if it was her father who taught her. When she mentioned, again, she wasn't too keen on her father's past, Rathion felt a stab of curiosity. He was polite but still human. He was especially curious because of what happened with Myr. "What do you know of your parents?" Myr asked. There was a sense of dread boiling within Rathion. The cloak and dagger question, Irile's own ignorance of her father's past... it led Rathion's intuition to believe something bad happened. He didn't know what and it wasn't his business to know, but Irile would want to. She would try to get answers. The question was, would Irile be able to handle them? He already tasted the tip of her temper and that was simply about her homeland. Who knows what would happen if someone spoke ill of her father?

They were going to see the Queen, for some reason or another. Myr singled out Irile to have his suspicions relieved. Myr already said he didn't trust anyone, so why her specifically? Something was nagging Rathion in the back of his mind. He must have a reason besides Irile's outburst; that was already explained and cleared up. Maybe Myr was hoping Irile would ask the Queen the question. A question that formed in even Rathion's mind despite not knowing them.

Who were Irile's parents before she knew them? If Rathion's intuition was right, Irile wouldn't like the answer.

Rathion struggled to find words to advise Irile without setting her off. He was silent for a long time after she stopped speaking. Again, his eyes found his feet. The cogs of his mind were turning. "Miss Irar," Said the paladin, his voice gentle but not condescending, "I have something to say, if you will hear me." Rathion dared not pause for permission lest he lose his train of thought, "I know you probably have questions, especially since what the prince said," Rathion winced a little, knowing he was stepping on thin ice, "I'm sure while we're here getting his suspicions cleared," Rathion stopped for a second and clarified, "Suspicions I don't share, might I add. Anyway, while we are here you might ask the queen things that the prince wasn't willing to say."

"People are people, ma'am," He said vaguely, sounding more like a crazy mystic than a simple farmboy, "They aren't who they used to be, they aren't the shadows of themselves. They are who they are right now. What's important is that you remember who they are now and know they ain't," His nervousness caused a bit of a slip in his accent, "Livin' in the past."

He was sure she would think he was crazy after this but it was a chance he decided to take. He'd rather say his piece and maybe push her in the right direction to cope than to remain quiet and regret not saying a word.

"We're almost at reception," He said offhandedly, nodding towards the building.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Thu Aug 28, 2014 11:16 pm

Unbeknownst to them Irile and Rathion shared the same concerns. She had forgotten them for the brief time she was filling him on what she was sure he considered a dull back story, but they returned in the long silence that followed. She knew that the odds of her liking what she would found out were legible, but she felt compelled to know. She had every right to know this big secret regarding her family, but what she was truly interested in and the same time terrified of was why the truth was hidden from her and what the empire had to gain by keeping her in the dark for all these years.

Irile stopped where she stood and tilted her head back when Rathion called her name. She listened to everything he had to say without interruption. He was trying as blasted hard as he could to comfort her, and she appreciated that even if he didn't make a lick of sense. She eventually rationalized where he was coming from, and while misguided his advice was pretty deep. "How long did that take to come up with?" She finally asked after staring up at him from behind. Her head whipped back up and stretched out her neck before she continued on. "Anyway thanks for the concern, but me coming to spite my family is the last thing you have to worry about. My dad always my siblings and me more than anything in the world. Anything he did was in our best interests. If he kept anything from me it's because someone coerced him into it. That's what I am aiming to find out about, and while we're clearing up misconceptions let the record show that I don't give a R.O.U.S's tail about any suspicions the princling has about me. I don't care if he hates me. He won't do anything about it. I heard what Mirthea say, all he wants is daddy's approval and he won't get any of that if he can't even handle a little school project without crying to him for help. The only reason we're going to see his mom is so I can have MY questions answered. Hopefully it won't take much longer to reach her now."

She was grateful to have a friendly acquaintance accompany her on this journey, but Rathion's presence was a double edged sword. While having him with her was strangely comforting having a witness present meant that her pride would not allow her to give up until she got to the bottom of this no matter how much the answers may shake the foundation of her world.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Fri Aug 29, 2014 11:38 am

When the young lady asked Rathion how long it took him to come up with his small (and slightly garbled) speech, Rathion glanced behind to look at her. "Not very," Was his short but to the point reply. She then assumed, what he believed to be, a proud stance and soldiered on. She continued to talk as they drew closer to reception. He realized she misconstrued his meaning a little, but that was okay. He wasn't precisely clear when he said it.

He offered a solid nod, glad that she had her own suspicions and that he didn't cause them. He was also elated in the fact that, despite what she found out, she knew her father loved her and she wouldn't hold it against him. He didn't feel that words were needed. He was even more in the dark about this than Irile. Anything he said wouldn't matter at this point.

They entered reception with no hassle. He wasn't sure what to do now, though. He looked at Irile for guidance but quickly realized she was probably just as ignorant as he was. He figured he was just escorting her anyways and just along for the ride on this journey. Which reminded him...

"If you would like me to leave you and the queen at any point, just tell me. This is about you and I'm sure you don't want a stranger knowing your business," He told her.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Fri Aug 29, 2014 8:03 pm

After a little while and reading through some sections of books Zouch finally found what he was looking for. he found the details on the idea on the missions. about how teams are formed and sent to different countries to cause havoc. He reads through this and thinks out loud "shit." "I have to fight people." Zouch looks at his hands and absorbs a fraction of the dirt into his skin then sighs "i need to train or im probably gonna die" he pulls out his map of the school and decides to go work on his abilities out in one of the courtyards.

He goes out into a courtyard where there are not many students only one or two who are moving along. he sits down to focus as he calms himself down like the arch mage told him. "absorb," He starts with absorbing all of the sand on his body into his skin as he skin starts turning a lighter shade of brown but not by much. Zouch can feel the difference from his normal body and this enhanced version. His wimpy arms and legs now are thicker and have well toned muscles on them along a six-pack of abs. "so i just have to think and say what i want," sighs "i need better names for things"

he then proceeds to put his hands on the ground and pull up and says "up" as a large chunk of the courtyard is ripped from the ground. he absorbs some more of the dirt and the muscles only get slightly bigger but the effects are now hardening his muscles to that of a rock. He takes what is left "shape" and it forms a sword out of it he plays with the molding ability a bit using different weapons he knows of but mostly tools and shapes.

Grim comes from out of the hood of his jacket and that gives Zouch an idea. He picks Grim up and puts him down but he doesn't let go. Zouch says "enhance" and it slowly turns his enhanced body back to normal by turning the muscles back into dirt and pushes them into Grim. Grim is gets bigger from before he was the size of a beetle and now he is about the size of a dog. "ha it worked." Zouch starts petting Grim who seems happy and his spikes and are bristling a bit "your such a good boy grim." he looks around a bit and sees as some students have started watching him. "hey i know, lets go find a place to spar with someone, lets try the gym. He saunters off to the gym with Grim by his side leaving behind the large hole in the ground.


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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Sat Aug 30, 2014 4:23 pm

Irile had no idea what to do upon arriving at the reception office. There was absolutely no way that the secretaries working the desk would just tell the queen's location to her if she asked, especially if they knew whatever was being kept secret from her. If she had been alone she could have just turned around and gave up at this hurdle and be the only one to ever know, but that simply wasn't an option with Rathion standing beside her. There was no way she could let him see her give up so easily after they just met and were scheduled to head out on tour together. It was also possible that her pushing forward had nothing to do with him and everything to do with the piece down inside her that would drive her batty if she did not find out what the prince was hinting at.

She took a moment to address her escort while she devised a plan how to advanced her goal to extract the information she wanted. "Awfully early to be abandoning your duty don't you think? If you leave me alone with her and I pull something they'll hang your body right beside mine for conspiracy," she said punching him lightly in the arm and giving him a toothy grin. As much as she teased the boy she took solace in the fact that he valued her feelings more than Myrillian's orders. Although she briefly considered the possibility that he too was testing her. She quickly dismissed the thought thinking Rathion wasn't that kind of man. He seemed too honest and open for that, although Irile knew well that neither of those traits were equivalent to simplicity. "I don’t mind you sticking around one bit. Secrecy isn't fancied one bit where I come from. Besides, unlike some people I trust my team. Now help me think of a way to get them to tell us where to find the Queen. That isn't the kind of information they just hand out all willy nilly and it's not like she is just going to waltz on in here…"

As she carried on a bell rang behind them signaling someone entering through the door behind them. The gray haired Cyclops tending the front desk raised his eye from his work to look at the person who entered. He seemed much more interested in her than he had been in the two teenagers who were prattling on about secrets and schemes.

"Blessed Freak that's her!" Irile shouted ecstatically before covering her own mouth. She had never dreamed it would be this easy. One of the powers that be must had been smiling down on her from somewhere. Before rushing over she violently shook her head and any prejudiced thoughts that may had formed from her interactions with the queen's son. She had to remember that she was not him, and most importantly that she wouldn't have any roadblocks to keep her from executing a disrespectful peasant. She quickly circled in front of the queen and stood as tall as she could, to about the bottom of the woman's chest, and offered a disciplined salute, the politest greeting she could give. A true daughter of Gresgriegoluth would never bow to anyone, not the lowest farmhand to the Muses themselves. Bowing was for slaves and they were free people, but when Irile spoke it was with the same enthusiasm and admiration that she would have used if she had been meeting the queen before her experience with the princling had poisoned her feelings towards the entire royal family. The way she had crane her head up to make eye contact made her look more like a star struck child in the presence of nobility. "An honor to meet you your grace. I'm Irile Irar and I think perhaps you may have heard of me. I'm on Prince Myrillian's unit this year and he wanted me to ask you for some information pertaining to the history of my family your grace." She smiled up at the queen as she awaited her response, not yet fully realizing the embarrassing nature of the situation she was in.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Tue Sep 02, 2014 5:44 am

Empress Fiassielle took a bit of a stroll after talking to her son, after all there was unlikely to be anyone who would spar with her and she needed the exercise. After a few minutes, the monarch decided that she had had enough n would rather review some documents (including that of the Irar family) all of should have been forwarded to the academy's receptionists office.

Upon entering the office, after a few more minutes of strolling, the empress was greeted by a member of the family which had been placed under careful watch and which she was soon to review. After getting over the initial shock of the girls greeting the Fia began to chuckle but managed to regain her composure after a half minute. "I assume you do not know why High elves never salute another Miss Irar?" the empress asked slightly amused as she reviewed what she knew of Gresgriegoluth's people.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Tue Sep 02, 2014 9:56 pm

Irile blew out a violent puff of air that blew the strand of red hair up away from her face. This was one person she could not afford to lose her temper with. The apple truly never falls from the tree it seemed. The mother was being just as indirect as her son had been. Irile attempted to vent her frustrations by generating excuses for the queen's behavior. She told herself that her highness was merely trying to be friendly, and that she had no way of knowing that she had just finished dancing around the bush with Myriliian mere moments ago, but even that failed to explain why she was laughing at her. As Muse blasted frustrating as she found the situation the gunslinger forced a big toothy smile. "No I actually don't, but I didn't really ask about that now did I?" She responded trying with little success to keep her facial muslces from twitching.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Wed Sep 03, 2014 4:46 am

The empress smiled at her gently before turning to to ask for the documents she wanted. The receptionist was rather quick, collecting the files from various different places and handing them to Fiasielle.

Fia looked though the files and chose one with a plain brown cover save for the red line that ran across the middle. The empress opened the file and started to read it as she spoke. "The gesture used in a salute is a greeting used by servants in high elven culture, a very low bow represents a greeting among equals." the queen stated as though she were reading fro a book. "Oh well, if you wish to speak we shall do so in the interogation room down he hallway. Come Thex, Ilex." the empress added with a cheerful voice.

Two lithe elven forms entered the reception from outside and moved to pick up Rathion and Irle. One of them was female while the other had a male build but neither looked all that  strong and certainly did not look strong enough to carry Irle with ease or carry Rathion. Myr's mother continued down the hall, asking question of her own in a friendly manner. "So how is Myri? Was he trying to remain pleasant? Did he upset someone already? What do you think of my son." and various others all related to Myr. The was rely even a pause between each question.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Wed Sep 03, 2014 10:29 am

Irile teased Rathion and it made him smile. Of course, he was a little torn between respecting her wishes and her privacy and doing what Myr asked of him, but Rathion believed very deeply that Irile would be an excellent addition to the team... as long as she could keep her temper under wraps.

When the queen walked in, Irile gave her a salute. Rathion stood at attention, feet at a forty five degree angle, chest, chin, and spine straight as a board, and looking oh so much like the polished soldier. His right hand made a fist and it crossed his chest, the fist laying where his heart was.

"Ma'am," He said respectfully, waiting for a moment to introduce himself. Unfortunately that moment didn't come for awhile, trying to find a way to get a word in edge wise was hard enough with just one female around. He watched Irile carefully out of the corner of his eye. Her facial muscles twitched slightly as her question was deflected. He felt the need to step in soon.

However, even the calm Rathion lost his composure as two elves wandered over and picked them up. He heard frustrated expletives coming from Irile and had to choke back a few himself. He was not used to, nor enjoyed, being picked up and carried around like a doll. The queen seemed not to mind, like this was a normal thing, and Rathion figured it was just a culture difference. That didn't mean he had to like it, though.

As soon as the opportunity arrived, Rathion grabbed onto something and lifted himself out of the arms of the carrier elf. He quickly came to Irile's rescue as well, taking her fuming form away from her elf. The paladin set Irile on the ground as quickly as humanly possible, trying very hard to avoid her wrath. He gave her a reassuring touch on the shoulder, telling her non verbally that he would handle this.

"We appreciate the high esteem you have given us by your method of, ah, transportation," He said, trying to remain as honest, firm, and gentle as he could, "However, our cultural differences make it so that both Ms. Irar and myself feel off put by being carried by other two legged beings, your Highness. Such regard is given only to victors or the dead. We are neither," He emphasized, trying his best to hint at the Queen that they really didn't like that.

"As for your son, I believe he is well meaning. I have not spent much time with him to give an accurate portrayal," Rathion then looked at Irile and pleaded with his eyes that she be gentle about telling the Queen how she felt about Myr. "However, I do look forward to working with him and seeing how he uses each of our talents for our mission. He is well known as a master tactician, your Grace."

Rathion then thought about something that made him feel leery. Why were they going to the interrogation room? He looked at Irile out of the corner of his eye and wondered if she was too irritated by the roundabout answers and the weird rag doll incident to have noticed. Going to the interrogation room and being carried around felt more like they were prisoners than guests. Naturally, she was the Queen and could do anything she wanted, but that didn't mean Rathion wouldn't suggest going somewhere less... criminal feeling.

"If you wouldn't mind me asking, why are we going to the interrogation room? Perhaps a place with cushioned seats would be better for conversation?" He questioned, keeping his tone light.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Wed Sep 03, 2014 2:32 pm

The empress chuckled at the actions of the human male when he escaped from her two escorts. "Oh, I'm sorry but I would rather not have either of you dawdling off." the queen said as she motioned for the two escorts to stop. "Also back room of the interrogation room is the most secure room here. I'll send those two things if you wish for more comfortable seats." the queen added.

"You two seem to have very little knowledge of high elf culture though, carrying someone is simply done to hurry them along or force them to follow." the monarch said as she went back into her attempt to make conversation. "I wanted to be a teacher here but alas I was married before my twin and thus forced to take the throne. So what aspirations do you two have and has Myrillian really caused no problems yet? That's quite a surprise."
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Wed Sep 03, 2014 9:47 pm

Rathion's hand on her should was enough to settle Irile down. She held her tongue and let Rathion take a crack at handling things. She had someone managed to appear completely calm untilt he queen spoke again.

"Yeah about that…" she followed her opening line with a deep breath but it did no good. She was too far gone to filter her words anymore. Being manhandled by the queen's guns had completely busted her give a blast. "In case the round ears or the fact that I am staring UP at you bosom wasn't enough of a tip for you, we’re not elves we're freaking humans, and let me tell your highness that we humans don't take to kindly to being forced to do anything,"  Her face turned brick red as her anger flared and spit flew from her mouth towards the queen as she enunciated her words. "Nor do we much appreciate being treated like criminals or people dodging a question like a fifty caliber bullet.  We JUST went through this big stinking pile of scrap with your muse blasted son and I think it's not too much to ask that we get some freaking answers for our freaking troubles!" She let out a puff of air as she finished expelling all of her pent up frustrations. She felt the tension ease away to be replaced with a sense relief and pride for a brief moment before realizing that the queen's stooges were now more apt to walk right by the interrogation room and carry her off to the gallows instead, even if the she did ask about the troubles her son had caused.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Thu Sep 04, 2014 2:15 am

The empress let out a tired sigh as she brought her hand up to massage the bridge of her nose. "You need to work on that temper Miss Irar." the queen said slowly, her voice was now cold like the frost atop the White Mountain. "My husband would not be as lenient as I and normally such a blatant act of disrespect would have had your head rolling on the floor before the last word even left your lips."

"Ilex, take these two to the interrogation room. I want Miss Irar tied to a chair but you can leave the other to roam freely should he not attempt to leave. Thex you will go to retrieve documents relating to the incident in Gresgriegoluth." the queen ordered, this time authority cascaded off her in the place of childish innocence. "And to answer that question miss Irar, I a quite aware that you are human but everything has a time and place and this is not the place to answer queries. I had hoped that we could talk on friendlier terms but you have forced my hand."
Ounce the last word was said, the female elven form moved to lift up the two humans ounce more, this time by the ankle. As it's instruction now included the use of force, breaking it's grip would be akin to tearing apart a bar of solid steel. The male form moved to leave the reception area and continue to the monarchs quarters where it would retrieve all files relating to Mr Irar's rebellion years ago.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Thu Sep 04, 2014 12:22 pm

The queen seemed pleasant enough, although Rathion did feel a little perturbed that she wanted to hurry them along. She tried to make small talk as they made their way. Rathion was about to speak but his short fused companion beat him to the chase. He couldn't stop himself from groaning out loud and burying his face in his hands. This girl seemed to have no sense once her buttons were pushed. She went off on the queen, giving lip and demanding answers like a petulant child. Even Rathion's silver tongue could not get them out of this mess. Rathion's brows furrowed and his pulse increased; his fists tightened until his knuckles turned white. Maybe it was just Irile's personality rubbing off on him, but he was angry. She just ruined any chance of having a decent conversation. It was one thing to mouth off to a comrade in arms and another to do so to royalty. Had she no sense of consequence or tact? He hadn't even known her for a day and she already was getting him in trouble. He felt all his hard work, years of steering clear of drama and discord, had crumbled... and she was to blame.

This time, when he was picked up, he made no attempt to resist. The blood rushed to his head as he was turned upside down. Everything was topsy turvy and it made him disoriented. However, the embarrassing position only fueled his righteous wrath more. He had never expected to be in this kind of situation. A small part of him feared for his life. He didn't think the Queen was so heartless as to punish him for escorting a girl he hardly knew but that didn't stop the doubt from creeping into his mind.

As they got closer to the interrogation room (not that they had much choice in the matter), Rathion tried to calm himself down. It didn't work too well but he did think of a way to communicate to Irile his disapproval. He didn't bother to look at her as he spoke with a flat, obviously irritated tone, "You would think that someone who would fall on a grenade would consider how her actions might affect her allies." Then he clamped down on his back teeth, his jaw tense, and dared not say anymore.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Thu Sep 04, 2014 9:56 pm

Irile's temper tantrum worked out pretty well for her overall. The queen had finally ditched the act that had infuriated the feisty teen so.  There would be no more idle small talk or false cordiality between them. They were finally going to jump to the bottom of the well that Irile had been peering down into. It did not even matter if there was nothing but despair inside, she just needed to know. The queen had even been rather lenient with her. Sure she was hanging upside down and was about to be tied to a chair, which was likely not as pleasant as last year's roommate made it out to be, but at least she wasn't about to die, so she had that going for her which was nice.

She thought it was odd that the woman had decided to carry her by the ankle. As strong as their captor's  woman's grip was it was rather brazen of her to leave Irile's hands free to reach for and fire any of the weapons she overtly wore. Perhaps the queen's guard had reason to believe that she was bulletproof, despite Irile's confidence that there was no such thing, or perhaps she someone knew that Irile had conceded and would offer no further resistance.  

Irile was also perplexed by the documents the queen had requested. She spoke of record's of rebellion, but the last uprising in  Gresgriegoluth was the iron mine rebellion over 200 years ago. Whatever happened then could not possibly still be relevant to her family's standing with the empire now.

Despite her fear, anxiety, and confusion Irile looked calm and ready on the surface. When Rathion spoke a wave of a self loathing washed over Irile. Before then she had felt no guilt at all, nor had she thought much of what her friend was going through. His situation was much better than hers, but his abuse at the hand of the queen was completely unwarranted, not to mention entirely in response to Irile's actions.  She looked over at him apologetically, but she could not bring herself to put words to it. The mask she had meticulously made would surely shatter if she spoke. She would do everything within her power to make things right with him later, but for the time being she could not even bear to look at him any longer. She looked away and clenched her eyes until she felt like she could safely open them without revealing anything. Surely no one had noticed she thought to herself. Aterall, it had lasted for nothing more than a second.


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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Fri Sep 05, 2014 3:07 am

When Ilex arrived at it's destination, it gently placed Rathion down before placing Irle in a simple metal chair and placing one of it's strong hands on her throat. With it's other hand Ilex took a long metal cord from it's mouth, the cord was thick enough to fill half of Ilex's throat, it seemed to in the place of where one would expect a tongue in the things metal mouth and blades where present along the cord at intervals.

The empress calmly walked in and took one of the other seats but instead of talking o the rooms two other occupants, the high elf went back to reading her documents. Something in the document made her chuckle slightly before she let a slight scowl settle over her face.

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The empress looked up at the two other people in the room, Ilex standing beside Irle and carefully monitoring both Rathion and the tightly bound girl. "So you had a little outburst in the dining area hmm miss Irar?" the empress asked coyly with a hint of menace. Though she had no real hatred for the child, she was going to drive a fear and respect for the royal family into her if a all possible. Fia quickly turned to Rathion as she held up a hand to Irle. "Take some time to think about your response, I may not be as lenient should you display similar behavior again. Now Mr Valor, you need not worry that you will be punished. I simply wish for you to act as a witness to what transpires here and as you can see there are only three people present."

The empress took a few seconds to breath and then a minute to look through some of her papers again. "Perhaps I will have a proposition for you though, one I doubt you are likely to refuse."
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Fri Sep 05, 2014 2:56 pm

The paladin refused to look at Irile, despite seeing her look at him out of the corner of his eye. His peripheral vision gave no clear view of her facial expression and he didn't catch how apologetic she was. She didn't say anything either. He was a little disappointed, hoping that his words would affect her in some way, but he saw no sign of it. He tried to maintain what dignity he had left and kept gazing onwards.

After he was set down, Rathion felt a great sense of relief. His ankle was a little tender after having the strain of his entire weight put on it. He began to walk it out, not realizing he had taken to pacing. His hands were behind his back as he walked the stretch of the room like a caged animal. He gave pause as a barbed wire cord was pulled from the elven female's throat. He resisted the urge to gag. He was pretty sure most elves didn't come equipped with built in metal rope and any suspicion of it not being organic was confirmed. He quickly recovered from his disgust and his eyes flashed to worry as he realized that was going to be used on Irile. He unconsciously stepped forward and his mouth opened to protest. However, given their current situation, he doubted anything he said would make the queen more lenient. Irile gave no resistance as it was used to bind her and he found himself admiring her bravery.

The queen shifted through some papers and, after a little while, began to speak. She was much sterner, more queen-like, and her tone and body language demanded respect. Rathion managed to tear his concerned look away from Irile to acknowledge the queen's words to him. A witness? For what? What was he in the middle of? He knew it wasn't his turn to ask questions and kept his curiosity in the back of his mind.

"Yes, ma'am," He kept his reply simple. He wasn't really one for words in the first place and this wasn't his time to speak. Instead, he looked at Irile pleadingly, begging her to keep her cool so that she could get away from this (mostly) unscathed.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Sat Sep 06, 2014 1:59 am

Irile was thankful that the monster of a woman was gentle with Rathion, but she knew she could not expect the same when her turn came. The guard pressed her hand across her captive's windpipe leaving no doubt that resistance would be met with lethal force. It was too late to fight back now, not that she would if she could, not with the lives of others on the line.

The sharp edges of the restraints pressed harshly into Irile's skin, and cut deeper whenever her muscles tensed. Without a doubt this experience would leave her with a new set of scars. She doubted the queen would allow her to seek treatment for any wounds inflicted on her during the meeting. Irile was unsure she would take the offer if the queen made it. She suspected this would be something she'd want to keep, a lesson of a folly made, or perhaps a debt to be repaid depending on how things turned out.
Rathion paced nervously around the room, but Irile was not in a position to show such feelings. She checked herself in the mirror behind the queen to ensure that she was still outwardly composed. To her satisfaction the only visible sign of vulnerability was the black band across her throat. She would not allow them the satisfaction of rattling her nerves. "I suppose you could call it that" she answered nonchalantly. The response seemed cordial enough on the surface with the only insult being the audacious confidence conveyed by her voice.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Sat Sep 06, 2014 3:21 pm

Fia turned back to Irle. "You should be very careful child. The last assassin gave herself away because of that ansd was beheaded on the spot as you may have been." the queen spoke with a serene and almost deathly calm. "But I don't think you're one. No I think you are just a girl who doesn't understand her place and can't hold her tongue when in the presence of superiors who act according to their own agendas."

The queen pulled out a number of files and placed them on the floor beside her. "Ilex, take notes of what happens during our discussion." the queen ordered in the same deadly calm voice "Now, you had some questions, if the seers visions are true they relate to your families past Miss Irle Irar. Am I correct or are my oracles visions off?"
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Sat Sep 06, 2014 7:16 pm

There were many students still lumbering about with drives that seemed foreign to Victoria. There were titans among these students, some literal and some in their power. It never really occurred to her that there could be others just like her, in her skilled abilities. The small percentage of spear/lance wielding students was just under 1%, but those students were some of the best weapons experts the school had ever seen.  At the top of the class was a senior student named Jacques Marquis, a young man with a massive magical armory. He's able to switch out of armors and weapons as he pleases, making him the most versatile. Jacques was once a lover to a previous freshman, but the higher ups in student council found out. It's best to believe that the girl transferred to another institution, and Jacques has never exactly been the same since the ordeal. His position was being investigated after being diagnosed with clinical depression. Victoria didn't see him earlier, but she re-assured herself that the club's leader hadn't killed himself under stress and heartbreak. Jacques was a handsome man, but his sulking and depressing atmosphere didn't help him in the game department, sadly. However, he knows how to channel his anger into his combat trials, and shines above the rest of the competition.

Under him were a set of twins that had the most unique dynamic out of all the members of the club. Tasha and Elliot Roseblood were their names, and both happened to be dragon-born. Although the oath of the Spearman's Club is to never use magic unless absolutely necessary, those two had all the leeway to use magic as they pleased. Body augmentations were their thing, and the twins could maneuver through the most unconventional and dangerous of obstacle courses, and their teamwork combination attacks were the most feared in the club. Tasha was the brash and loud one, while her brother was quiet and stoic. They never exactly could get along very well, unless forced too by Jacques. However, since the incident with Jacques and his lover, Elliot had to take up the role as the de jure "leader" of the group. While he was a genius when it came to tactical resource use, Tasha was a monster in physical combat. She is the only able one out of the two who can support themselves in combat without the other. Victoria met the twins on her small walkabout the area, wondering if there would be a small club meeting before everyone got off into their own vanguards. Tasha ran towards the red-haired vixen with a charging tackle, to which was received with a kick to the head. She couldn't feel pain so little like a kick, so Victoria didn't feel as bad as she did prior. As the dragonborn female flew off several yards ahead, Elliot and Victoria had a talk about the club's future and future clashes with rivaling faction of clubs that specialized in wielding specific weapons. Nothing major was brewing, so everyone could relax for the time being, Elliot quipped.

Victoria happened to be placed at the measly rank of third, but out of a group of fifty-odd characters she didn't feel so bad about it. She had a customized spear that she had forged for her by close friends from a distant country. Her prized possession, Dayā was one of the most powerful spears on campus, and probably one of the few magic-enabled ones with specific properties. Victoria was quick on her feet, and although she wasn't as hard-hitting at Jacques or Tasha, her speed and agility were the most superb in the club. Victoria was also the most magically-enabled human in the group, and her single magical ability was the most feared. Only Jacques and Elliot have witnessed her mysterious ability in person, and the former had the "pleasure" combating Victoria while the spell was being used. It is from this ability that Elliot gave her the nickname Tíotán. Victoria never saw herself as a top tier player in this hierarchy of polerarm-wielding, but she did understand that she had a role to play in all of this.
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Sun Sep 07, 2014 3:18 am

"Yeah, that's the gist of it." came the reply from the human girl. The empress simply went to pick out a few files from those she had dropped at her side.

"Release her arms Ilex." Fia ordered as she moved towards the girl, the golem undid the cord and unwound the part of it which restricted Irle's arms before rebinding the child. The empress gracefully placed the documents in the girls lap before returning to her seat while saying in the same calm voice "Your father tried sunder Gresgriegoluth from the empires control. He still has he's head because the matter was dealt with internally and thus a gag order was placed on the subject of the rebellion and your father was stripped of much that he possessed. Furthermore you and your siblings are to be brought up to be completely faithful to the empire. There is a summarized version in that file which you may keep so long s no one else reads it." the empress breathed, she felt she was being far too leniet today but she was proud and now somewhat happy as well. "I am gla that Myr had you come to ask me though, and glad that you did not somehow try to force his hand in reveaing this information. I shudder to think of what may have happened to Myrillian should is father have learnt that he broke a gag order."

The empresses calm expression seemed to waver, just a slight hint of worry and sadness seeping into her features. Her voice was also less dangerous, as though he deadly calm had been broken by some small creature.

"Now Mr Valor, I said that I have a proposal for you and I think now while she reads would be the best time to talk. Your anti-magic magic field is quite a useful skill, one which would benefit me in combat and would likely neutralize most magical assassination attempts." The empress began s she raised her left hand to reveal a gold ring with a large black diamond set in the middle. Two rubies half the size of he diamond sat on either side of the larger jewel and beside the rubies where garnets and finally a peridots, each half the size of the jewel before them. "I would like to employ you as one of my personal bodyguards, after you complete your schooling here of course. You will be well paid and be given your own quarters within Resrondal should you decide to accept."
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PostSubject: Re: A Legacy of Conquest   Sun Sep 07, 2014 3:02 pm

Even after the prelude leading up to the reveal, the surprise was great enough to shock Irile into silence. She held the report carefully from the bottom of the page rather than sides to avoid ruining the text with the fresh blood that was trailing down her arms. The date on the document indicated  that her mother was still pregnant with her at the time of the event. The form said that back then her father had been the head of the largest arms manufacturer on the continent.  Him and his associates had worked together to stir a rebellion of 50,000 armed men. An impressive force, but still no match for seven hundred thousand loyalists commanded by King Gestliel. He had greatly overestimated the number of people willing to risk their safety for freedom. Perhaps he had even hoped that the King himself would join the fight in overthrowing the empire. If the king had, the world would surely be a very different place today.

The conflict ended with a peace treaty forged between Irile's father and the heads of Gresgriegoluth and the empire itself. The first demand of the empire was that her father surrendered his company and his material wealth to Gresgriegoluth government. The second demand was much ominous. Both of Irile's older brothers, neither of which old enough to pose a threat at the time or even remember the event were to be sacrificed to appease the emperor, and all Irar's to be born in the future were to be raised as zealous supporters of the empire with no knowledge of the rebellion or its underlying causes.

Her brothers' deaths were not the only ones caused by the empire's terms. Irile recalled the unlisted tragedies  she had faced from living a life of poverty as part of the empire's retribution. Her twin sisters Janina and Coraline who had starved during a winter Irile was still too young to work. Her brother Mikhail who died of pneumonia when the family could not afford a life saving antibiotic. Her mother who died in childbirth when no doctors were standing by to save her. That made six deaths the queen was owed, and an Irar always paid their debts.

"This doesn't really change anything from where you stand does it? I've been a dog of the empire my entire life. The only this has done is put a chain around my neck, a chain that will control me for as long as you hold it before it breaks or slips from you grasps, a chain too strong and too heavy for me to ignore or ever forget about, the same chain you bond my father with all those years ago. I suppose now you'll give me a little tug so I waltz back to your son with my tail between my legs, kiss his boots while I beg for forgiveness, and play the part of the perfect solider from here on out? Yeah, I guess I can do that. It's not like I really have much choice in the matter anymore, now do I?"


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