Madanach lowered his eyes to look at Thonar and just smiled. It was not a nice smile.
“Well now. Thonar. How very convenient. Ap Davrha, you made me a promise, I believe.”
She had, hadn't she? She could feel the dragon within growling, and for once, dragon and human nature were both in perfect accord as she stepped forward to face him.
“Thonar Silver-Blood,” she announced, voice ringing out. “By my right as the true High Queen, I find you guilty of wrongful imprisonment, profiting from slave labour, hiring assassins to kill your enemies, perversion of the course of justice and treason against your true Queen.”
As she spoke, the guards flanking him had turned to look at Thonar, little gasps of shock coming from beneath the helmets as they began to realise just who Maia was.
“You're not Queen!” Thonar snapped at her. “You need a Moot for that, Empire-lover!”
“You're not Jarl, but you still have people arrested and half the guard in your pay!” Elisif cried, wishing she actually could breathe fire and burn Thonar to a crisp. But as it was, she did have people behind her who could handle that for her. “I sentence you to death, Thonar. Cicero, get him.”
Cicero didn't need telling twice. Ebony axe in one hand, ebony knife in the other, and the Brotherhood's very own spirit of vengeance pounced. Blood spurted everywhere as Cicero claimed a fifth victim, and Madanach raised his own axe. One promise kept, two to go.
“Glory to the Forsworn!” he roared. “Let's go, men!”
All around her, mage armour flared and Destruction spells fired at the guards. Cicero was done with Thonar by this point and had turned on the guards, while Madanach ran to Thonar's side, probably to make sure he was dead. After turning out Thonar's pockets, Madanach pocketed the valuables before retrieving a small journal. Elisif saw him flick through it, nod in satisfaction before setting light to it, flames reducing it to ash in seconds. Interesting, Thonar had had a journal, probably setting down their agreement in writing... evidence which Madanach had just destroyed. Which meant she and Madanach were probably the only ones who knew the truth about his bargain with Thonar now. She just hoped their own alliance held out, she'd hate to end up as a loose end herself. But he didn't seem worried, just fired up for battle as his flame cloak flared into life and he shot lightning at one of the guards racing up to join the fight, sending him sprawling to the ground. Elisif fought back a wave of nausea. Even if the Forsworn only killed those who got in their way, not all the guards were corrupt. Some were good men and women doing their jobs and they were likely to die tonight. The thought made her feel ill, although not as ill as her inner dovah growling in satisfaction. Fortunately she had little time to think on it as Eola had grabbed her arm and was leading her out, expertly slicing through the fighting as magic split the sky and arrows flew around them. Madanach finished dealing with the guard he was fighting and ran after them, firing magic at the other guards as he did so.
It wasn't far to the gates in the end, Eola's magic clearing the way, and finally they were there, the gate guards off fighting the Forsworn. Eola opened the gates, shoved her through and then they were running. The guards outside started in surprise, then as soon as Madanach followed, they cried out and sprang into battle, two of them against the Forsworn King. The outcome was a foregone conclusion, Madanach rather smartly avoiding their warhammers before spraying fire at them both. Then the gate crashed open again, and Kaie and Borkul tore through, finishing the job. Then Braig and Uraccen flung Cicero out of the city, the little Imperial covered in blood and still cackling, with Odvan and Duach bringing up the rear. Well, everyone was out at least and the rest of the stables were quiet, everything locked up and all people and animals inside. Which was a little odd, the place was usually open at all hours, it was almost like someone had warned Banning the stable master something was going down, but Elisif had no idea who Banning would know in the Forsworn.
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 15.10
Date: 2013-11-23 12:28 pm (UTC)“Well now. Thonar. How very convenient. Ap Davrha, you made me a promise, I believe.”
She had, hadn't she? She could feel the dragon within growling, and for once, dragon and human nature were both in perfect accord as she stepped forward to face him.
“Thonar Silver-Blood,” she announced, voice ringing out. “By my right as the true High Queen, I find you guilty of wrongful imprisonment, profiting from slave labour, hiring assassins to kill your enemies, perversion of the course of justice and treason against your true Queen.”
As she spoke, the guards flanking him had turned to look at Thonar, little gasps of shock coming from beneath the helmets as they began to realise just who Maia was.
“You're not Queen!” Thonar snapped at her. “You need a Moot for that, Empire-lover!”
“You're not Jarl, but you still have people arrested and half the guard in your pay!” Elisif cried, wishing she actually could breathe fire and burn Thonar to a crisp. But as it was, she did have people behind her who could handle that for her. “I sentence you to death, Thonar. Cicero, get him.”
Cicero didn't need telling twice. Ebony axe in one hand, ebony knife in the other, and the Brotherhood's very own spirit of vengeance pounced. Blood spurted everywhere as Cicero claimed a fifth victim, and Madanach raised his own axe. One promise kept, two to go.
“Glory to the Forsworn!” he roared. “Let's go, men!”
All around her, mage armour flared and Destruction spells fired at the guards. Cicero was done with Thonar by this point and had turned on the guards, while Madanach ran to Thonar's side, probably to make sure he was dead. After turning out Thonar's pockets, Madanach pocketed the valuables before retrieving a small journal. Elisif saw him flick through it, nod in satisfaction before setting light to it, flames reducing it to ash in seconds. Interesting, Thonar had had a journal, probably setting down their agreement in writing... evidence which Madanach had just destroyed. Which meant she and Madanach were probably the only ones who knew the truth about his bargain with Thonar now. She just hoped their own alliance held out, she'd hate to end up as a loose end herself. But he didn't seem worried, just fired up for battle as his flame cloak flared into life and he shot lightning at one of the guards racing up to join the fight, sending him sprawling to the ground. Elisif fought back a wave of nausea. Even if the Forsworn only killed those who got in their way, not all the guards were corrupt. Some were good men and women doing their jobs and they were likely to die tonight. The thought made her feel ill, although not as ill as her inner dovah growling in satisfaction. Fortunately she had little time to think on it as Eola had grabbed her arm and was leading her out, expertly slicing through the fighting as magic split the sky and arrows flew around them. Madanach finished dealing with the guard he was fighting and ran after them, firing magic at the other guards as he did so.
It wasn't far to the gates in the end, Eola's magic clearing the way, and finally they were there, the gate guards off fighting the Forsworn. Eola opened the gates, shoved her through and then they were running. The guards outside started in surprise, then as soon as Madanach followed, they cried out and sprang into battle, two of them against the Forsworn King. The outcome was a foregone conclusion, Madanach rather smartly avoiding their warhammers before spraying fire at them both. Then the gate crashed open again, and Kaie and Borkul tore through, finishing the job. Then Braig and Uraccen flung Cicero out of the city, the little Imperial covered in blood and still cackling, with Odvan and Duach bringing up the rear. Well, everyone was out at least and the rest of the stables were quiet, everything locked up and all people and animals inside. Which was a little odd, the place was usually open at all hours, it was almost like someone had warned Banning the stable master something was going down, but Elisif had no idea who Banning would know in the Forsworn.