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Lord Iga Shinzen

Lament for Master Malakai Durath

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Ambrose nods, thinking over Lord Iga's verse before he speaks.

 

His life was scholarly, but his end was pure Dellin. For that, and so much more, I drink to you, Malikai.

 

Ambrose pours some ale on the ground, and takes a pull himself.

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Upon hearing Iga's words, Alia tightens her fists and grits her teeth. It is all she can do to keep herself from walking over to the lord and punching him in his over-sized nose. She walks briskly away, for fear of loosing her self control.

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Elisar sat down by the fire in front of the in. He says nothing, it is clear that he is deep in thought. Fate, as he well knew, could be the harshest of masters. Of the army that marched into Carin Hold all return, yet it is the ones that stayed behind that faced the most danger. Such was the way of things, the brave and powerful go to war believing it to be right, yet it is the everyday man who suffers most from it.

 

His mind drifted back to his conversation with Ricter the night before the raid. Did Ricter still believe the Sept to be powerful amidst all this? Then again what did he himself believe, his conversation with Ricter had been the first he had really spoken, or thought of the gods in years. He knew that he should have been dead long ago but he wasn't, Malakai was but shouldn't be. Malakai's fate was simmilar to that of his own clan, one day going about their normal lives, the next dead all dead, except for Elisar. Could it be that the gods had saved him from the fate of his clan, but why, why him. And if they had, why hadn't they saved his mother and father, or Malakia who actualy served the Sept, as opposed to Elisar who had grown up hating all the gods.

 

Suddenly he stands up and goes back to his cabin. The thoughts and emotions were starting to control him and he didn't want to let it show or say something stupid. It was not Malakai's death that was getting to him, it was something deeper and he didn't want to think about it.

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Vincent just catches the last line while stomping over to Marius, visibly pained by the recent loss, and whispers to himself.

 

"Victory through pain."

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Vincent just catches the last line while stomping over to Marius, visibly pained by the recent loss, and whispers to himself.

 

"Victory through pain."

 

As Vincent stalks past her, intent on catching up to Marius, Nasri, voice pitched low, speaks so that only he can hear.

 

"Ignore him, Vincent, as he ignores us. We know. He does not."

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"Ignore him, Vincent, as he ignores us. We know. He does not."

Vincent slows his gait at the sound of Nasri's voice, visibly soothed by the words.

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Having decided to take a break from the forge Ajax stands close the inn. Mug in hand he watch as the tension in the town rises over the death of one of the friendlier people in town. It would seem no one is truly safe in this town.

 

The large man shakes his head sadly as he takes another drink.

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The Zhuhao listens intently to the Iga's poetry, then answers:

 

Honor, bravery?

Like drinking tea with chopsticks

Ignorance abounds.

 

Treachery by night,

Good men abandoned to death.

And now, they are angry?

 

Even a child knows

What is honor, what is not.

Too late for the dead...

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