Altaea Saga: Valania IC

Mr D · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mr D** on Sun Sep 28, 2008 1:00 pm

Altaea Saga: The Prince

((OOC discussion and character skeleton/profiles can be found here))

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Lucius galloped through the dusty plains of the desert atop his steed. He glanced back over his shoulder at his pursuers, ever aware that this would be his only chance at escape. A large plume of dust announced their presence, even in the distance the soldier’s royal blue livery made them stand out from the dull, sandy yellow of the desert. There was nowhere for him to hide on the barren and featureless flats.

The glimmering tops of the port city Salzon shimmered on the horizon, distorted in the waves of haze that sat atop the sands. Lucius spurred his horse onwards, if he could reach the city he would have a chance at evading his followers. The mounted soldiers were fast catching up, their horses had been bred for speed and endurance in the harsh dunes of Sarife. His own mare, however had not been intended for more than brief excursions on hunting trips. He kicked hard into the beast’s dusty brown flanks and hugged its back, gripping on for dear life.

As the city walls drew closer Lucius prepared to burst through the throngs of civilians passing through the gateway. At the sight of the approaching horse the crowd parted for fear of being trampled and the guards moved quickly to intercept him, curved scimitars drawn. Lucius prayed his horse would continue its charge rather than being scared off. To his relief it leapt clear of the guards and their flashing blades as they flailed at its legs in an attempt to remove him from the saddle.

The city centre was a hive of activity. Merchants and their customers mingled loudly, shouting their wares and bartering over the combined noise of the crowd. Street urchins scampered between their feet, occasionally reaching up to make a bold attempt at a ripe looking piece of fruit. Lucius dismounted even before the horse came to a stop, allowing it to gallop into the crowd. Taking advantage of the chaos he darted into a nearby back alley for cover. He hoped his pursuers had not seen him.

St.Jimmy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Jimmy** on Mon Sep 29, 2008 5:57 am

Pain jolted down Erin's arm as the sword clashed loudly with the one in the hand of his opponent. He swung it again, blocking a blow and delivering a swift uppercut that disarmed the other boy. In an instant, Erin's sword was at his neck, forcing him down to the floor.

"Good work." Alan's voice drifted across. He came out of the storeroom, brushing his hands together in something that might have been applause. Alan was a stern man, the armourer in Valenia and one who was ill disposed to give compliments. "Good work" was about the highest level of praise anyone would ever receieve from him, and knowing this Erin felt a little proud.

Stepping over the defeated Tom, who quickly stood up in an attempt to regain some composure, Erin removed his helmet and passed it to Alan.

"You've learned well," the man said, hanging the helmet up inside the armoury store. He took the heavy sword, too, and placed it in its position. "You have to keep it up, though. I expect to see you here for three or four hours every single day. Don't become arrogant now. Constant training is hugely important."

Erin nodded, pulling the chainmail vest over his head and handing it over. He smiled. "I know," he said. "Thank you, Sir."

Walking back past Tom, who was being glared at by Alan, he headed back towards the large manor house where his father, a nobleman, lived. The manor was surrounded by a lot of land and his father was second only to Richter Von Conqvist IV, the steward of Valania and a close friend of Erin's father.

Walking inside the house, Erin ignored the Valanian slaves and headed straight to his bed chamber, where he washed and changed in time for dinner. A young Valanian boy who had not seen more than six summers brought in Erin's clothes, laying them neatly on the bed before scurrying away with a nervous glance back. Erin dressed and headed into the banquet hall.

Mr D · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mr D** on Mon Sep 29, 2008 6:57 am

Lucius moved quickly through the city's back streets, always looking over his shoulder and edging carefully around corners. His escape had been years in the making and he was to about to ruin his only chance at freedom on a gamble. The soldiers were now fanned out throughout the surrounding area, combing the market square and the alleyways for the escaped prince. Winding through the narrow passages Lucius came to a small courtyard. Clothing and linen were hung on lines that spanned between the short, sandstone buildings and the stench of waste and rotting food was suffocating.

He had poisoned the horses of the palace guard and the other hunting mounts to prevent a search party from following him. However, as he had predicted, soldiers from the capital city itself were quickly called in to apprehend him and his sizeable head start had only just been enough to make it to the city. Alone and without a weapon he stood no chance in a head on fight. Lucius looked around. If he could reach the rooftops he might stand a chance of escaping unseen, or at the very least with minimal interference. Grabbing a dirty white sheet from one of the lines he began to clamber up onto the rooftops, finding purchase on the window ledges of the stout dwellings. The tiered buildings rose up like great steps. Wrapping the cloth around himself in a makeshift cloak Lucius headed west to the docks. The view was breathtaking from high up. The sea glittered like sapphires and the orange glow of the setting sun cast on the spires and domes of the city's sandstone rooftops cast long shadows on the streets below. But this was no time to admire the scenery. Lucius crouched low to the roof and hurried towards the docks, leaping quickly between the precarious ledges that threatened to collapse beneath his weight.

When at last he reached the docks he felt a wave of relief. The guards would not search this far for him for the moment at least. But the problem remained, if he were reported missing it would be impossible to return to his homeland. Though his face was not known there, suspicions would prevent him from blending in with the crowd. At worst the emperor himself might send bounty hunters looking for him. Darting into another nearby alleyway Lucius hatched a plan.

St.Jimmy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Jimmy** on Mon Sep 29, 2008 9:39 am

Erin took his usual spot on his father's right-hand side. Eyrial Elireth was known throughout the land for his cruelty and his malice - but also for the love he bore for his only son. His protectiveness and the way he doted on Erin was well-known, and none dared to challenge the boy for fear of his father's wrath.

They talked throughout the meal of Erin's training and Eyrial paid close attention. He ignored the other nobles at his table and his wife might as well have been invisible. She sat silently, head down and eating carefully, mindful of her husband's anger and the current bruises she bore as a result of this. The only reason she thought he had kept her alive was because she had given him a son, which was all he had ever wanted. Ryanna was Valanian and had watched her family murdered by Eyrial when Valania was invaded and the young King stolen away. She had been forced to marry the brute and it had caused her years of pain and misery. She tried to hide this from Erin, and he did not know the circumstances of his parents' marriage, but sometimes she thought he looked at her with concern. He was an intelligent boy and maybe one day he would work it out.

For now, Erin talked happily to his father of the day that had passed and of Alan's compliments. The pride was plain to see on Eyrial's face, and all there knew that the man would do anything for his son. If Erin ever went missing, Eyrial would tear down heaven and hell to get him back, and he would do anything in his power to receive his son safely again.

Kida · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kida** on Mon Sep 29, 2008 10:49 am

Sandra wandered silently towards the inn. There were rumours floating around the market that the young king had escaped his captors in Sarife. Those still loyal to the Valania were excited and praying that this was not another false hope. Once entering the inn Sandra insured her hood concealed her face. The inn was the best place to hear what the nobles of Sarife knew and what they were nervous about. Taking a seat at the end of the bar Sandra called the bartender for a drink. She smiled smugly as a she saw a very drunk Sarife nobleman stagger over to the bar, " get me another one you, Valanian" he spat at the bartender. Saying the last word like it left a nasty taste in his mouth. Now that would have been perfectly fine had it not been the fact that the inn was filled with Valanians who would no doubt take offence to what the Sarife noble had just said to their comrade, Aaron. Five nobles of Sarife, no one would miss them. It would be easy a few easy kills. They are drunk enough. All my fellows are itching to do them in. It would only be a matter of time before someone else got to them. Sandra smiled coldly watching the distaste of the Valanian towards the Sarife nobles. She then decided to indulge herself, just this once. She would kill the nobles as soon as they left the inn. It would be simple enough. Plus if she needed help all she would have to do is catch a few eyes and she would have more than enough help in a few seconds. Valanians never took kindly to one of their kind being insulted. Even under foreign rule they always found a way for retribution. Every eye followed the nobles out of the bar when they had decided they had had their fill. Sandra slipped out the back unnoticed. After a few minutes she reappeared at her seat. She received several looks. She smiled, saying “Aaron I think you may have some extra trash in the back”. Aaron and a few others went out back to see what Sandra was talking about. On the trash heap they found the five nobles all with their necks broken. Making their way back inside, Aaron smiled saying, “someone’s temper got the better of them.” Sandra laughed coldly, “So it did Aaron so it did”.

Mr D · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mr D** on Mon Sep 29, 2008 11:19 am

"My good man!" Lucius approached the man, holding out his hands as though to embrace him like an old friend. The vagrant looked at him confused, his long black hair matted with sweat and dirt from the years living rough on the streets.

"What do you want?" He slurred, his brown cloth and leather garments were stained with sweat and filth and even from where he was standing Lucius' nostrils were filled with the bitter sweet stench of stale alcohol. He continued to wear his false smile as he approached.

"I have a proposition for you." Lucius spoke cheerfully, ever mindful that the search party would reach the docks soon. "You look in need of some new clothes. How would you like some of these fine garments?" He peeled aside his makeshift cloak to allow the man a better look at his wares. It was a ridiculous proposition but Lucius was willing to bet the beggar would take him up on it.

"What's the catch?" The vagrant asked warily. No doubt he thought Lucius a madman.

"None whatsoever my friend!" Lucius threw his hands up in the air excitedly, doing nothing to convince the man otherwise. He wuld be more likely to take advantage of his offer if he thought Lucius a mere harmless simpleton. "I am simply a philanthropist looking to help the common folk." He suspected the tramp wouldn't understand his words. He was correct. He led the man by the shoulder into the alleyway. He emerged moments later dressed in the same foul smelling rags the vagrant had worn, his face convincingly smeared with earth and dust. To any outsider he would have appeared a simple beggar.

Wrapping the cloth around himself again Lucius led the vagrant along the harbour wall, talking idly with him. As predicted the search party approached, scanning the harbour for sign of their quarry.

"What are you doing!?" Lucius suddenly let out a cry in his most convincing Sarifen accent. He grabbed ahold of the vagrant as though struggling with him and tossed him off the outer edge of the harbour wall. The man's scream was cut shirt as his head was dashed upon the rocks, his body rolling into the foamy waves.

"Guards! Guards! Someone's fallen!" A cry went up around nearby citizens as Lucius melted into the crowd. The soldiers came to investigate just in time to see the tramp, now garbed in Lucius' clothing sink beneath the waves. He heard them cursing loudly as he slipped away unnoticed. News of his death would soon reach the emperor. Lucius was finally free. But he still had to reach his homeland. He would need a ship.

St.Jimmy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Jimmy** on Mon Sep 29, 2008 11:28 am

Ryanna finished her meal and excused herself, walking to the balcony and looking out across the night sky. She had heard word that Lucius had escaped from his prison and hoped with all her heart that this rumour was true. It might be too late for her own freedom, but the people of Valania deserved a second chance. Her husband would be killed if he took control again; maybe even her son. Ryanna felt a twinge of guilt as she realized that if she was truly honest, the boy's death would not matter all that much to her, because she forever associated him with the brute that was his father.

"Mother?" The quiet, concerned voice sent another wave of guilt through her. Erin was standing behind her. "Mother? Are you okay? Are you ill?"

"No, Erin. Return to your father, my child," Ryanna replied, trying her best to smile at her son whilst fighting off the tears which threatened to glisten in her eyes. Erin stared at her uncertainly.

"Mother, I..."

"Erin! Where has that boy got to?" His father's drunken but genial voice boomed out from the hall and Erin broke off. With one last, concerned glance at his mother, the boy returned to Eyrial's side.

Ryanna clenched the balcony tightly and looked out across the sky. Maybe somewhere Lucius was coming closer. Would he remember her? She had been related to the royal family and was the only survivor. Lucius probably wouldn't recall her, or even if he did, he wouldn't associate the carefree girl he had known long years ago with the broken woman who was now the wife of a nobleman from Sarife, forced to clothe herself in their garments and place herself above the Valanian slaves. She had obeyed her husband all these years because of Erin, or so she had told herself, but she could not keep up the lie much longer. Deep down, she knew it was only because she was afraid of death, because Erin did not need his mother's protection from the father that doted on him and in truth she disliked the child because of whose son he was. If she had the courage to kill herself or defy her husband and face death, she would do it; but she did not think she could. Hating her own submission and cowardice, she allowed the tears to fall down her face, forgotten, unwanted and alone.

Kida · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kida** on Mon Sep 29, 2008 1:26 pm

Sandra knew no matter what she would survive this hell hole of an existence. The Sarife were too cocky and frankly didn’t know what was good for them. She hoped she would get another job soon. She so wanted to kill someone who was in her own league or at least someone who was of true importance, someone whose death would hurt the Sarife Empire. She walked towards the docks staring out onto the marina. "It is only a matter of time now" She whispered.

Mr D · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mr D** on Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:34 pm

Eavesdropping on a conversation between two sailors, Lucius was able to discern that the vessel known as the Aquaria was to set sail for Valania later that day. Scouring the harbour for a ship of that name he was surprised to find that it was a simple trading boat. When he was confident that there was no one to see him he stowed aboard, sneaking into the cargo hold with little effort and secreting himself underneath a thick woollen sheet. The abrasive material rubbed uncomfortably against his skin, but before long he was fast asleep. The trials of the day had been wearing on him.

His slumber was not to last however as rough hands grabbed ahold of him, dragging him up the stairs of the hold before he could utter a word in protest. Casting him to the floor, the sailors looked on as their leader spoke.

"Loos like we've found ourselves a stow away. What do you say we chuck him overboard with the rest of the rubbish?" The thick set man spoke, from his bearing Lucius gathered that he was the captain of the Aquaria. Brushing his rough clothing down Lucius looked rose to his feet only to be greeted by the viciously curved sabres of the crew.

"Now gentlemen. I'm sure there must be a way we can come to an agreement." Lucius raised his hands in surrender.

"You look like a beggar. And I've got no place for beggars on my ship." The man snarled, eliciting a cheer of agreement from his crew. They were a motley bunch, some tall, some short, some stout, some thin. Most of them were scarred in some way and all were armed. None of them seemed the merchant sort though.

"Allow me to work on your fine vessel. I'll more than pay my way and in return all I ask is passage to Valania and one meal a day." Lucius said with a confidence that belied his position. He had nothing to barter with. "After all. You have nothing to lose by taking me on." He pushed the advantages, trying to divert the captain's attentions from the disadvantages of having an unknown passenger onboard. The man seemed to be mulling over his proposition.

"In return I offer this." He said, pulling a small golden locket from his shirt. The precious metal glittered in the firelight. "This will more than pay for my meals, and I promise more where that came from if you assist me." He was loathe to part with the locket, for it was the only reminder he had left of his family. The sight of the gold was enough to convince the man and he snatched the locket greedily from Lucius' hands.

"Alright. But you'll be sleeping in the hold." He let out a raucous laughter and soon the rest of the crew were joining in with him. These were no merchants, Lucius thought. They were privateers. Or for lack of a better word. Pirates.

The weeks passed eventfully as Lucius and the crew of the Aquaria fought their way through torrential storms and attacks upon the vessel from rival buccaneers. More than once he had proven his worth to Captain Valas and the crew, gaining himself the life debt of one member, Andreas, whose life he saved when the man was about to be executed by angry locals of one of Askara's tribal islands. But after many weeks the Aquaria pulled up along the marina of Zeigst, a large port city in Valania.

"This is where we part ways captain." Lucius shook Valas' hand respectfully.

"Don't think you get off that lightly. We'll be calling that debt in soon." He tossed Lucius the locket. "More where that came from, remember?" He guffawed loudly as he stepped back on deck. As he prepared to set foot on his home country's soil for the first time in years Lucius removed his boots.

"What are you doing?" Andreas asked curiously.

"The king of this land should enter humble and barefoot." Lucius replied, stepping off the ship.

((OOC: The way I wrote the plot originally there was going to be a lot more about what he gets up to with the pirates since I thought he might already have someone with him but since its just Lucius right now I might as well skip forward so he can meet up with the other characters. Sorry its so choppy.))

Kida · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kida** on Mon Sep 29, 2008 9:25 pm

(Works for me...)

Sandra was running again the only part of this job that she didn’t enjoy was the running part. Usually put too many innocents at risk and pissed her off. “Stupid guards”, she muttered as she ran through the market weaving in between the stalls. She saw the guards were trying to surround her. Well looks like the only way out of this mess is up. She smiled grabbing the tarp above her head swinging herself onto it. Dashing up it she climbed up onto the roof of the building with the greatest of ease. She smiled seeing the guards confused faces looking up at her. They had no idea what they had gotten themselves into. She gave a quick mocking bow and vanished running on the roof tops. Once far enough away near the docks she began to believed they wouldn’t have followed her here. She dropped down into the damp alley below. Landing on her feet with cat like grace she shook out her clothes, righting herself, and replaced her hood over her head.

She was lucky to say the least she could have been easily caught that time. Still she got away, had taken her blade with her and there was a dead aristocrat of the Sarifen court that would keep the Sarifens busy for awhile. After all the royals would keep these deaths quiet trying to keep everyone at bay. The worst thing for the Sarifen empire would be for their nobles to realize that there was a mysterious person taking out nobles.

She fell in to the crowd that had gathered at the docks. Today supplies were coming in. The only way Valanians got even close to getting supplies was if they were able to barter it off of a ship. If the Sarifens got to it first the Valanians would never see the supplies. The problems with bartering off a ship meant higher prices that not many Valanians could offered. Sandra guessed that very soon there would be a riot at the docks. Which met she wouldn’t be here when that happen. Too much risk she sighed. She knew chaos was about to be unleashed. She shook her head sadly moving towards the alley ways that lead to the less populated areas of the port. She sighed promising herself that soon everything would change, that the oppressed would become free again.

St.Jimmy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Jimmy** on Tue Sep 30, 2008 2:01 pm

Some weeks later, Erin rode out alone through the city streets. They were not too busy and people tended to get out of his way quickly anyway, considering who his father was. The horse's hooves clashed against the cobbles and he rode upright and smartly, wearing rich clothes which contrasted horribly with the rags of most of the Valanian peasants who tried in vain to sell their wares.

Erin rode out close to the docks. It was a cloudy day which threatened rain and a few ships were coming in across a turbulant sea.

Mr D · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mr D** on Tue Sep 30, 2008 4:18 pm

As Lucius hurried through the crowd of peasents to the harbour gates he caught a glance of a noble boy on a horse on the other side. He looked Sarifen in heritage and the deference everyone gave him only reinforced this. The people seemed to scurry from his path like rats. That was what his countrymen had been relegated to. Rats. His chest burned with a righteous anger.

As he neared the gate to the city two large blades crossed in front of him. Halberds. On their ends two guards wore bulky plate mail that had obviously been tailored for someone of a smaller build, as it stretched over their bulk exposing much of their skin beneath.

Just my luck. Lucius thought to himself. Andreas shot him a knowing look and the two prepared to defend themselves should the need arise. Lucius felt the weight of the dagger concealed beneath his sleeve, reassured by its familiar weight.

Kida · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kida** on Tue Sep 30, 2008 4:56 pm

Sandra was known by the Valanians as someone you do not cross. Sarifens learned that lesson the hard way every time. Thus, when she heard an argument break out between the men guarding the city gates and two young strangers, she was happy to intervene. All she had to do was yell a few insults and the guards would come running as usual. She smiled, winking at the young men as she ran in the opposite direction back towards the docks. She lost the guards quickly and doubled back to the entrance of the city. The young men were gone just as she expected.

Smiling she decided she should see if Aaron needed any help, today was haggling day at the inn. Everyone wanted a room with the annual festival coming up in a few days. The annual festival was the last true hint of Valanian culture hidden amongst the chaos the Sarifen regime had thrown at Valania. It lasted two days and was filled with the traditional dances, sword fighting, and storytelling of the history of the Valanians. It was the only way to hold on to their culture. The Sarifen emperor had tried to outlaw it but that had turned out an ill decision on his part.

She knew that Aaron would be under a lot of stress so it was best to help him out anyway she could. Sighing she entered the inn ready to insure Aaron was not swindled out of his rights as owner of the inn just because the Sarifen thought they were better than everyone else.

Mr D · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mr D** on Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:19 am

Lucius nodded in appreciation to the woman as she sped off and quickly sifted into the crowd to pass through the gate. He looked upon the wretched inhabitants of the port, many of them dressed in rags. He cast his scarf around his face and drew up the hood of his cloak. Though he knew it was unlikely he would be recognised he was reluctant to take the chance. His face was still unknown, after all he had not been seen by the public for over a decade. His appearance had changed much in the twelve years since his imprisonment. No longer were his eyes wide and innocent, his face soft and childlike. Andreas snapped him from his thoughts with a quick nudge. They stood in the path of the mounted youth. Lucius made no attempt to stray from his path, walking defiantly towards the young boy as though he had not noticed his presence. With the hood of his ragged cloak drawn up and his eyes cast down to the floor it was entirely possible. He appeared on the outside to be some sort of traveller or vagrant with his disheveled appearance.

St.Jimmy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Jimmy** on Wed Oct 01, 2008 10:06 am

Erin noticed with a twinge of annoyance that there was a bent-backed peasant approaching him and not stepping aside. Convinced that the man would move, he kept going. A few of the other Valanians looked round in fear. None of them knew Erin, of course, so they saw only the side of his character which was alike to his father - proud and aware that his place was above the peasants.

"...Lord Elireth's most prized child..."

"...would do well to let him pass..."

"...Lord Elireth's wrath would be most fearsome on he who inconvenienced his beloved son..."

The Valanians whispered urgently to the man in Erin's path, and as usual Erin didn't consider that their words could be dangerous. An enemy could gain from them that he was a treasure to his father and therefore a useful hostage. Eyrial Elireth was known throughout Valania, Sarife and all the neighbouring lands for his cruel nature and merciless attitude. As he was in a high position of power, everyone knew who he was - and they also knew that the only person he loved was his son.

As the horse neared the persistent peasant, it reared. There was no longer a clear path for it and it panicked. Bucking back onto its hind legs, it kicked its front legs in the air and Erin slid off, hitting the ground hard and rolling into the entrance to the empty alleyway. He rubbed his head ruefully and made to stand up.

Mr D · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mr D** on Wed Oct 01, 2008 10:14 am

"My apologies." Lucius said insincerely as he passed the fallen boy's horse. His pride had always been a failing of his and he refused to be cowed by what he saw as an intruder in his lands. He offered the boy his hand. "I didn't see you there." A blatant lie. No one could have possibly missed the sight of the proud young man and his handsome steed. many in the crowd sunk back, awaiting what would no doubt be a swift reprisal from the young noble.

Even Andreas swallowed hard. He stood back, following Lucius from a distance, his hand rested on the hilt of his cutlass beneath his cloak. It was apparent even to him that the boy was of some considerable importance from the way he dressed and the hushed tones in which the locals spoke.

St.Jimmy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Jimmy** on Wed Oct 01, 2008 10:27 am

Erin ignored the proffered hand and got to his feet by himself. He was not as tall as the peasant, but he did not let this bother him. Instead, he looked at the peasant haughtily.

Usually, Erin was polite to these people, but he had just been knocked off his horse and injured by the man's blatant ignorance. "My father's retribution would be swift, had he been here," he said. "You should watch where you're going. Lord Elireth does not take kindly to those who harm me." His tone softened and he looked at the peasant with some curiousity, at the moment assuming that he was elderly. "Who are you, old man?"

Mr D · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mr D** on Wed Oct 01, 2008 10:38 am

"No one of any importance, your lordship." Lucius bowed deeply at the waist, stray locks of his dark hair falling free from his hood. He looked up at the boy with his piercing eyes. Andreas kept to the crowd, circling the two of them and waiting in position behind the boy. If he attempted anything Andreas would strike him down without hesitation. Lucius rose again to his full height and pulled his cloak about himself so that it covered his clothing completely.

"Forgive me for causing you such inconvenience." He said politely, his clear received pronunciation giving him an unmistakable air of nobility.

St.Jimmy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Jimmy** on Wed Oct 01, 2008 10:45 am

Erin's eyes narrowed. He disliked this peasant's proud, clipped tone. He sounded like he thought he was someone of nobility.

"You would be begging even greater forgiveness if you knew who my father was," he said, taking a step forward and his voice becoming more threatening. "He is second only in this land to the steward, and he would tear down heaven and hell to protect me. My father would do anything for me. So consider your tone when you speak to me."

Drawing his cloak around his shoulders, Erin made to step past the man.

Mr D · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mr D** on Wed Oct 01, 2008 10:50 am

Lucius allowed himself a cunning grin behind his scarf. Boy, you don't know how much you have just aided me, he thought as he watched the boy muscle past. He would make a useful bargaining tool in the future, but now was not the time or the place. With so many watching he would never escape alive if he were to threaten the child.

"Then I shall thank my luck he is not present." Lucius said with another bow to Erin.

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