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Post by Entarion on Sept 29, 2004 14:34:08 GMT -5
She calmly studies his face.
"I will not go into legal technicalities with you. Why do you wish to clear her name, and how do you propose to do it?"
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Post by Satorius on Sept 29, 2004 14:46:57 GMT -5
*His expression is calm, as are his ancient golden eyes*
For a number of reasons: I believe she is very sorry for what she has done, that the death of those she loved was probably punishment enough, and she has suffered greatly outside these walls since then. If you wished to punish her, then you have completely succeeded, as she has had to deal with many horrible things. Yet, because of it, she has become a truly wonderous person, perhaps more so than before, save with burdens of a troubled past. She has assisted in saving the Multiverse from a creature who wished to rewrite creation, and she has helped slay one of the three primary Demon Princes, Prince Graz'zt. If she was not someone who was good of heart, she would not have risked her life doing these things.
Also, I, of course, have my own personal reason. I love her with all my heart and soul, and I will not see her pained by the past any longer if I can help it.
*He chuckles*
That depends on your culture, doesn't it? I came here to find the way. Personally, I think she has already proven herself time and again, but I am fairly sure you would wish more.
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Post by Entarion on Sept 29, 2004 15:24:20 GMT -5
She taps her fingers on the form.
"Well well... I'm sure that is all very heroic, but she betrayed us. That is by definition unforgiveable. The very fact that I am still here talking to you about this is merely politeness on my side."
She glances at the form.
"You seem to have an interesting parentage and history."
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Post by Satorius on Sept 29, 2004 15:45:43 GMT -5
Yes, she did... as a little girl, by your standards. A child blinded by grief who truly did regret her actions. Too heavy a hand, and you can create creatures far worse. Trust me, I know this full well.
That may be so, but no act is completely unforgivable. If someone seeks redemption, then they should be provided the opportunity to claim it. Those who do not seek are those you turn aside.
*He chuckles*
One could say that, yes.
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Post by Entarion on Sept 29, 2004 17:29:58 GMT -5
She looks at the form a bit longer before she looks up at him again.
"I know how old she was. But that does not make it right. Neither does being sorry. I understand you care for this woman, but her actions caused the deaths of children. This city is built on trust, our enemies are everywhere. Only as long as we can trust each other can we survive. So yes, this is unforgiveable, worse than theft or even murder. Had it been up to me, I would have had her executed. My brothers and sisters of the Kuruni Council were not so merciful."
She taps her fingers on the form.
"Tell me more. You do realise that on the grounds of these confessions alone I could have you thrown out of the confines of the city. Or do some other things..."
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Post by Satorius on Sept 29, 2004 18:53:55 GMT -5
I never said that it was right. "Right" would have been if this child never did this, yet it happened. How can one speak of trust to a child? Children betray trust as often as Demons and Devils, simply because they have yet to learn the true value of it, often as not. I think she has learned of trust, from the things she has gone through.
Her actions alone did not cause death. All of this was lead up to through her actions and your own. She had fallen in love, and then your guard had killed the one she loved. Blind grief and despair can bring out either the best or the worst in a person. You desire trust in the community, yet when one learns the true value of actions and when it is shown why trust is needed, you cast aside the one who was the most betrayed by their own actions. Personally, I think she has learned the harshest lesson of you all.
*He chuckles and nods*
Yes, I know that full well. I knew that before I came here. If you wish to know more, I'm afraid you need to be more specific. It would take more time than you have to tell you my history. More time than I am willing to give, as well.
*He stands and heads towards the door*
As I see it, though, the greatest problem here is not her. It seems to be these endless wars. Since that is the case...
*He turns the knob*
...I suppose I will have to end them. Peacefully. That is, if you do not mind?
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Post by Entarion on Sept 29, 2004 19:05:43 GMT -5
"If every time we teach our children trust they kill dozens of people, we are soon out of a town, Mr Satorius."
She shrugs.
"You personal beliefs are of no concern to us."
She gives him a wry smile.
"Go ahead. You do not speak for us, mind. Other than that, go ahead and try. I will send Themin to the gates with you so he may remove that ring."
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Post by Satorius on Sept 29, 2004 19:12:05 GMT -5
That was hardly the point, but you may take it as that if you wish. That is Mr. Trevain, by the way.
I noticed.
Thank you.
*He opens the door and walks out, heading towards the gate. He wouldn't speak for people such as these if asked.*
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Post by Entarion on Sept 29, 2004 19:18:19 GMT -5
After a while, Themin comes running after him, leads Satorius to the gates, removes the ring when he is well out of town, and the gates close behind him. [OoC not enough action to take it to the other thread. ]
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Post by Entarion on Sept 30, 2004 15:26:35 GMT -5
The Lady Enge'dwellen walks out of the office when he is gone and wanders through the halls. It has not been long at all, only what, twenty-three odd years? Yes, something of the sort... She walks to one of the windows looking out on the inner courtyard, where a single tree towers over a small flower bed. She frowns and takes the stairs towards that courtyard. Yes, the girl was a child. In love? Yes, she remembers such from the trial. Tragic, but... She steps into the open air and sits down on the grass under the tree, leaning against the trunk. She remembers the girl- good Gods, that girl was a trouble maker..! Could never sit still, from the moment she turned up for class she was always summoning this that or the other, picking pockets, breaking into the post boxes- because she could. Gave you an angelic face when you caught her, and denied all charges when letters had gone missing to appear again next day, seemingly still sealed. The Lady rests her head against the trunk. So many... So many were lost that day. She had been lucky herself, her husband and children had survived. But she had lost friends. Her friends had lost family. She had seen Ellisande Trevain reduced to- She sighs and closes her eyes. Slowly, she starts getting pulled in by the tree, dissolving into tree and earth until there is no more trace of her. Children fell that day. Before her eyes, a young child got skewered on a Drow blade. How can she take that girl back? She rests in the tree before she fades out again, gets up and walks slowly towards the exit of the palace, waving away people trying to get her attention for unimportant things.
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Post by Entarion on Dec 9, 2004 7:18:44 GMT -5
The Lady Enge'dwellen looks out of the window of the very neat fourth-floor office of the palace. The sky outside, blue, warm, with only a few white clouds drifting lazily past, is so much easier to look at.
"I don't know how you did it, but we now have peace treaties signed with both Human nations, the Drow, and even the Dwarves of Manlikbar, though we didn't have anything to do with them."
She looks at the streets below, where people are crowding to speak with a government representative. Most look confused, some scared, and a few gingerly hopeful. There is a woman there handing out red flowers- red is a festive colour. She taps her fingers on the window sill.
"I don't think I even want to know how you did it."
She steps aside when a huge falcon flies into the room. He lands at the back rest of the chair opposite Satorius and studies the man with fierce yellow eyes. The woman goes back to looking out.
"You do know we never made a deal with you? You did this entirely on your own initiative, and we are not obliged in any legal way to fulfil your wishes concerning your wife or otherwise."
The one other person in the elegant circular room, a very old Elf in the black uniform of a Battlepriest of Rillifane, sits apparently relaxed in a corner. Yet he looks at Satorius with the same focussed gaze as the falcon, and though the man is obviously too old to fight and unarmed, he wears the badges that proclaim him to be of very, very high rank and he looks as if he would not hesitate to live and die in the defence of his town. He was introduced to Satorius as the Bladelord, apparently he holds the position of high general of the Faentaurian army.
"But," the woman continues softly, "we have had a council this morning, and the Council of High Kuruni was unanimous in concluding that we do morally owe you something. However, what you ask is a very big thing."
She turns around and holds out her fist. The falcon flies up and lands on her arm, and from there turns back to study Satorius with his very fierce eyes. The woman's grey eyes briefly turn to the Bladelord, who then speaks in turn, in a heavy, slow but highly controlled voice.*
"We are willing to meet your wishes, Mr Trevain, but on our terms. First of all, we now know you are capable of doing us good, or so it would seem. If you were the Exile, you would have redeemed yourself now. But you are not, she is. We will need a full account of what she has been doing since she left our gates before we will remove the mark."
The Lady runs her hand over the falcon's head and back, both their eyes on Satorius. She speaks again.
"Also, we cannot let her onto our grounds just yet. The mark, if at all, will be removed by an emissary of the Council, but not in Faentaure. The invasion was only twenty-three years ago, that is a very short time ago to Elves, and she and her deeds have not been forgotten. If anything, we could not guarantee her safety, but we also feel we do not truly want to just yet. While not welcome amongst us, she may be let back into the city in another few hundred years. She is young, she will live that long. But the memory of what she has done may not, and even if it does it is less likely people will recognise her then."
Both Elves and the falcon study Satorius' face.
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Post by Satorius on Dec 9, 2004 10:38:53 GMT -5
All it takes is words. When centuries of fighting does not seem to be working, then you might as well try something else.
Your welcome.
*Satorius chuckles and nods.*
I believe I already tried arguing her case once before, but I shall gladly do so again. I accept your terms, as they are highly understandable. Now then, I believe it is my turn to talk.
*Satorius clears his throat and goes into detail how Cat helped defeat two great evils in the time she was gone. He first tells of Synar, what the creature was, what he had been doing, and what his goals were, ending on how Cat helped the others with moral support and so forth.
Then he goes into the more personal battles with Prince Graz'zt, and how they fought together, once more with their friends at their side, against the Demon Prince. How Cat was one of the ones who helped lead him into Ascension, and how she saved him multiple times.
He ends on how she now runs a tavern in the Planar Trade City of Eluria.*
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Post by Entarion on Dec 9, 2004 10:44:06 GMT -5
The two listen, then exchange a look. The Lady turns back to the window, and the falcon flies from her arm and away. Neither of them speaks.
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Post by Satorius on Dec 9, 2004 10:54:13 GMT -5
*He stands and waits, patiently.*
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Post by Entarion on Dec 9, 2004 10:57:44 GMT -5
The minutes go slowly, but after maybe five or ten of them, the falcon returns and perches on the woman's arm. She turns to Satorius.
"I will go with you when you leave."
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