Eltana Remarque
Knights of Osirus
Director of the Blood Chamber
"As the world burns down around you, you will sit there and realize your weakness."
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Post by Eltana Remarque on Aug 26, 2008 2:25:04 GMT -8
"As I was saying, Lord Remarque, my son Raphael would be a perfect husband for Princess Naahra!"
Resting a pale cheek against his knuckles, Eltana sighed and stared absently at the roaring fireplace. Modestine had been rambling on about his son for over twenty minutes now, and he was very tempted to grab the obese man and throw him into the fireplace for kindling.
"And seeing as how me an' you are the best of buddies...."
Eltana tuned him out and let his eyes wander around the room. The throne room was just as exquisite as it had been during the late king's reign, untouched by the decadence that had ravaged the rest of the castle. He had gone to great lengths to keep Marcelle from destroying it since it was one of the few rooms in the castle he actually used, the other being the royal bedroom, which he had claimed as his own.
"Yoo hoo! Anybody home?"
It was then he realized that Modestine was poking his side with the buttered turkey leg he had been snacking on. Recoiling in disgust, he swung his arm at the large noble, knocking the leg from his hand. "Stop that, you fool! Now what is it you want? And please, do be frank."
Modestine frowned and sank back into the throne that once belonged to Queen Marcelle, giving his friend a hurt look. "You mean you haven't heard a word I said? You need to pay more attention!"
Eltana sighed in aggravation, rubbing his temples. "Get on with it, Modestine. I haven't all day to listen to your incoherent ramblings."
"What I want is for my son Raphael to marry Princess Naahra," Modestine repeated, offering him an innocent smile. "Surely you remember me bringing it up when you accompanied me and my sisters to the opera. I'm sure Osirus was gonna hand her over before he got squashed!"
"Indeed, I do," Eltana nodded. How could he forget that day? It was the day he first encountered his beloved grass man, whom he hoped to see again soon. "And you want me to give my consent, is that it?"
Modestine nodded hopefully.
Eltana mulled it over for a few moments, then waved his hand dismissively. "I'll think about it, come back and see me in a week's time." He hardly thought the girl was in any shape for marriage, considering how she refused to leave her room since her father's demise, but he would gladly hand her over to the moron if it would shut his trap.
"Yahoo!" Modestine exclaimed jubilantly. "My son is gonna be royalty! More importantly, I'm gonna be royalty! I'll be set for life! Bwa, ha, ha!"
Sighing and shaking his head, Eltana returned his attention to the fireplace, unaware that a small smile was gracing his porcelain features. "Modestine, if your stupidity wasn't so endearing, you would have been in the Blood Chamber ages ago."
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Soren Vigil
Knights of Osirus
Lieutenant General
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Post by Soren Vigil on Aug 26, 2008 12:29:23 GMT -8
Standing outside was supposed to be a moment of calmness, but instead, there was a rather chilling sound in the air. The constant flow to the Blood Chamber had filled it too much, that they actually took some of the ones that survived outside to torture them. Not many did come outside and either it was to hurt them in public or just to give them a moment’s hope that could let them crush later on. He turned to a male standing next to him, who flinched anytime a scream was in the air, “You know, it’ll give us more quiet tonight.” He said simply.
“True, too true sir. I just wonder why they must do it so inconviently…” Soren glanced at the man that could have been said to be the same age as him. He shook his head at the male’s stupidity.
“You fool; you’d better not let any other high ranking officer hear you say that!” Soren said darkly at the other male. He was feeling lenient today, not really wanting to bother with much, since he would have to punish the man himself. He looked over at the other, shaking his head as a sick smile curled his features. He looked over at the other girl and said again, “You’d find yourself in the Blood Chamber, asking why you had asked the stupidest question!”
“I’m sorry sir. My curiosity got the best of me.”
“You should be apologizing.” Soren said as he turned his back on the other Knight. He walked away, ignoring the respect he got along the way. He wasn’t fond of socializing, but there were moments when you needed to show respect. As of right now, he was going to the Throne Room, having been notified that he needed to meet Etlana Remarque. He had no clue what the meeting was about, but he wasn’t really worried about it.
He moved through the castle, enjoying the deathly look of the place. There were few rooms that have escaped the wrath of Queen Marcelle. He didn’t pay much attention to those though. They were rooms for Royalty, the only one he did pay much attention to was the Throne room. After all, it was the place that he needed to be at the moment. He stood by the door and he heard the noises within. He rolled his eyes, thinking about the many people that had asked if their son could be the suitor for the late Osiris’s daughter. He stood back as the door slammed open, staring at the fat man that walked by with the smuggest look on his face.
He walked in after the man left, bowing darkly to Lord Eltana. He didn’t speak at first, rather stayed lower in his position. He was a little too flexible from his Elvin heritage. He stood up straight and looked at the ground. He knew his place around the Lords and the Royalty.
“You requested my presence sir?”
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Eltana Remarque
Knights of Osirus
Director of the Blood Chamber
"As the world burns down around you, you will sit there and realize your weakness."
Posts: 43
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Post by Eltana Remarque on Aug 31, 2008 2:55:55 GMT -8
Eltana leaned back in his throne once the obnoxious noble departed, yawning and closing his eyes. He could only wonder how Osirus had been able to deal with so many foolish aristocrats on a daily basis and still keep himself sane. The demands of ruling a nation were taking their toll on him, and he doubted he would be able to stand it much longer. Osirus's untimely demise might have been auspicious for his master, but it had turned his life into a living nightmare.
Reaching for the nearly empty glass of wine on the arm rest, he brought it to his lips and took a small sip. Around now he would normally be reading a book or catching up on his beauty sleep, but sadly there was no time to spare. He had a meeting scheduled with the lieutenant general in a few minutes, and then he needed to visit the Blood Chamber and see how his latest project was coming along. Perhaps after that he would finally be able to get some rest.
Things would be a lot easier for him if Nikanoru were still around, he mused with a dejected sigh. His older brother might have been a sadistic bastard and generally unpleasant to be around, but it was undeniable that he had a talent for keeping things in order around the castle. The Blood Chamber wouldn't be overflowing under his direction, and nobles certainly wouldn't be barging into the palace like they owned the place. Like Osirus, he was a wise and intimidating man with zero tolerance for inadequacy.
Hearing someone address him, he opened his eyes to find Soren Vigil standing before him, his gaze fixed on the ground. Had he not been in such an awful mood, he would have been impressed at the man's humility. He sat up straight and set his empty wine glass aside. "Lieutenant General Soren! A pleasure to see you again," he flashed the blond a well-meant, though clearly forced smile. "Indeed, I have a mission of utmost importance for you."
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Soren Vigil
Knights of Osirus
Lieutenant General
Posts: 13
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Post by Soren Vigil on Aug 31, 2008 5:24:48 GMT -8
He looked up at the Lord as a mission was mentioned. He caught the smiled and he returned it with a bow of head, since he didn’t hold much fondness for anyone around here. Not that he made much notice of that or intended for other people to know about his displeasure to be around here. He camp out of his bowed position and looked right at the Lord, not speaking for a moment as he studied the room.
He didn’t really make sense of the words until he returned to gazing near the Lord. Most of the people who had been told of a mission were no longer on the side of the Knights, though he would make little sense of this notion until later. If it involved going to kill his father, he would make the way of getting time for this whole thing.
“What mission are you speaking of Lord Remarque? It must be important if it requires a meeting with you personally.” He said respectfully as he wondered of the possibilities…If Devon had snitched on his disguises, then he would be personally be glad to rip the male limb from limb, otherwise, he would make a mental note to avoid that very Vernula. He had not met with Lord Remarque often, maybe twice before this day, but he had seen him around.
He did marvel at the shape that this room had been kept it. It certainly led for those to believe that the castle was about to collapse from the inside out to change their opinion. He didn’t dare ask about the mental health of the Queen. She was something that the Knights didn’t speak much of for fear of the Chamber, or for fear of being wanted.
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Eltana Remarque
Knights of Osirus
Director of the Blood Chamber
"As the world burns down around you, you will sit there and realize your weakness."
Posts: 43
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Post by Eltana Remarque on Aug 31, 2008 12:01:39 GMT -8
"This mission - "
Just as he was about to explain the assignment, the double doors were pushed open and in staggered Queen Marcelle. Now that she was in the light, it was clear that her mind wasn't the only thing that had gone to hell. The once beautiful woman was a complete wreck; her extravagant clothing was tattered and covered with soot; her once snow white hair, now ratty and gray, had completely lost its luster; and cosmetics were smeared all over her face, reflecting just how truly deranged the unfortunate woman had become.
"My Osirus..." she mumbled softly, looking around the room. "Where are you...? You told me to come here a moment ago..."
Eltana narrowed his eyes at the puppet queen, hardly in the mood to deal with her nonsensical behavior. Normally he would have put on a smile and ushered her out, but a severe deprivation of rest and relaxation had clouded his mind. The girlish lord reached for his wine glass and chucked it at the broken shell of a woman, knocking the crescent-shaped crown from her head. "I have had enough of you!"
Marcelle quailed in fear, falling to her knees. She stared at Eltana with uncertainty, tears welling in her icy blue eyes. "O-Osirus, how could you treat me like this! What would the children think if they - "
Rising from the throne, Eltana took a step toward her, causing her to yelp and fear and dart off to the nearest corner. The insane monarch covered her head with her hands, shaking like a wet dog. "Osirus..." she cried to herself quietly.
Collapsing back into the throne, Eltana sighed and rubbed his temples. "That woman is going to be the death of me," he grumbled to himself bitterly before turning back to Soren, the usual rehearsed smile returning to his face. "A bit extreme, I know, but it's necessary to be tough with her. As I was saying , your mission is to obtain and destroy the Cruor and Dolus Swords."
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Soren Vigil
Knights of Osirus
Lieutenant General
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Post by Soren Vigil on Aug 31, 2008 18:13:53 GMT -8
He raised his eyebrows as the obviously ill Queen stumbled her way in. He had no words to say, so he kept himself quiet as he watched her curiously. She seemed to worse off than he had last seen her, but there were no words for him to say. He watched the scene play out before him as he wondered what he would have to do for a mission. It was obvious that it would be something more than a little difficult. After all, he would have been told to get a less important person to do it. Though, the fact that it wasn’t the General’s job meant that it was something with a low success chance.
Just what he needed, another mission that could qualify as a suicide one.
He watched the horrible treatment, but felt nothing for the Queen. He wondered how Lord Remarque would be able to stand such a wrecked woman. He would have thrown her out long ago, but Soren wasn’t known for compassion most of the time. It was why he was part of the Knights and not of the Order.
He his everything he felt about his mission and nodded, “Of course sir. May I ask why I am being put on this, if it is not too disrespectful?” He said gently. He wasn’t stupid; he knew there were more reasons behind why he had been picked for this mission. If it was because Eltana knew about his father, he would be royally screwed. After all, not many people would be accepting of the Lieutenant General being the son of the Leader of the Order of Lumen.
“I am just curious.” He said once again returning his gaze to the floor. He hadn’t been looking directly at the Lord, but his attention had been focused on a point just behind him, so that he could see the other’s face.
He knew how to find his way around the respect thing that everyone around here had issues with.
It wasn’t hard; you just bowed your head a little, kept malicious remarks of stronger people to yourself and didn’t give other people a chance to hold something about you. Though, if Devlyn had spoken about anything, he’d be the one doing the suicidal part of this mission, Soren would make sure of it.
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Eltana Remarque
Knights of Osirus
Director of the Blood Chamber
"As the world burns down around you, you will sit there and realize your weakness."
Posts: 43
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Post by Eltana Remarque on Sept 6, 2008 15:07:41 GMT -8
Eltana pursed his lips into a frown when Soren asked why he had been chosen for the mission. Truth be told, he had no clue why his master had decided to task him with destroying the remaining swords, but there was no way he could tell him that. It was no secret to those around the castle that he was the one calling the shots nowadays, so not knowing the reasoning behind his own orders would appear quite suspicious, to say the least.
"Lieutenant General, over these past few months you have proved yourself time and time again to be one of the finest knights in my legion, which is why I chose you for this mission. There is no doubt in my mind you're the best man for the job," the tired lord replied tactfully, hoping the compliment would be enough to satisfy his curiosity.
And those words were not entirely without meaning. He had great faith in Soren and was sure he would be able to succeed in his mission. The destruction of swords was imperative to maintaining the status quo. With both of the swords at their disposal, the Order would definitely be able to defeat the enfeebled Knights of Osirus and end the war, which is something he and his master could not allow. Once Prince Eros was eliminated and the swords destroyed, only one threat would remain to their plans.
"OSIRUS!" Queen Marcelle wailed once again, causing Eltana to shoot her an aggravated look. What respect he once held for the woman was long gone, as was his patience for her antics. Had Anatieyre not specifically told him to keep her alive, he would have sent her to the Blood Chamber long ago, along with her brat of a daughter. Of course, she never said anything about sewing her mouth shut, something he was honestly considering doing.
Turning back to Soren, he went on, "The Cruor Sword, as I'm sure you know, is currently in the possession of the Order. Needless to say it will be difficult to obtain, but I have great faith in your abilities, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here right now. As for the Dolus Sword, it is in the possession of a traveling medicine man who was last spotted near the ruins of the Nocens Atrum Temple. If you have no further questions, you are dismissed."
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