Post by Yasmine on May 4, 2009 17:10:35 GMT -5
OOC: Hope you don't mind if i post. Kind of forgot about this... 
BIC:
Yasmine could hear everything despite being a well distance away, and as soon as the fox made his introductions, she began to smile, glad she had decided to come after all. His sugar covered words immediately spoke in a twisted tongue Yasmine recognized as a skill many of his kind possess. By that she meant not only his species (as they are naturally sly) but also of nobility. He proclaimed himself a leader, and those of “noble” blood are practically required to learn how to mask their words to deceive the minds of enemies or “victims of the trade”. She could only guess that he was testing her leaders’ limits and learning whatever information he could by simply reading their movements, the looks in their eyes, and the leaked out emotions they may have mistakenly let through. A basic and sometimes necessary procedure. Yasmine’s father wasted his time teaching her these tricks. He was what they called in the region they lived in a “lower class” of nobility, but he was as proud and untrusting as the rest of them. Yasmine never met one who wasn’t, so picking up little things here and there wasn’t a chore for her. After she left, though, Yasmine had resolved to never tell anybeast where she came from or of anyone she knew, and since then she hasn’t. Even so she couldn’t shake what her father drilled through her skull, even though she had to admit she was definitely rusty.
Yasmine’s thoughts were interrupted by Commander Shard’s question as to why the Guardians were summoned. Yasmine nearly clapped her paws together. He got straight to the point, although the question she herself was asking was “how can you have the gall to summon us?” She thought the request, or rather the demand, clearly showed his overbearing confidence in himself, which could be a fatal trait in some circumstances. The Commander’s question was much more reasonable than hers, but she was sure he was probably thinking the same thing as her anyway.
“…It happens that many of this ruling estate were massacred, and others remain missing, feared dead. However, of that estate remains one scion, an heir to that estate and rightful, vengeful lord over the now-decrepit Northern Reaches. As that scion and heir, I have sought the great heirlooms of my bloodline, fearing that they may have been destroyed or lost. Yet now, it has come to my attention that some of my rightful property is most probably hidden within your treasuries, by that criminal whom I fear must have fooled such praiseworthy beasts as yourself with pretenses of honor. As upholders of justice I hold yourselves in highest esteem, and stress that against you I have no enmity, and hope that your justice might extend to one such as myself in returning my stolen property.”
Again with the sugar words. Clearly, he was either sincerely accusing the Guardians or murder and theft, or he was attempting to aggravate and provoke the Commanders. He was a bold one, this “Lord of the North”. Even so, his information surprised her. It did not sound like the Guardians she knew and read about to go and steal heirlooms, killing many in the process. He could be right, unfortunately. The Guardians are not above the slight chance of being tricked, no matter how clever and skilled they could be. It is simply fact that one cannot know the true character of another unless they possessed the supernatural ability to dive into one’s mind. In other words, to read it. Yasmine knew of no such creature, so it is possible that the thief of the heirlooms had fooled the Guardians with a phony personality. It may seem impossible, but it can’t be left out of the picture. Another possibility is that he was making the whole thing up just for an excuse to acting to such measures of murder.
"I'll be happy to help you...As soon as you have reaped a punishment. Shard, what shall it be?"
‘Wow, Commander,’ Yasmine rested her chin on her paws. She was starting to enjoy this. ‘The conversation has the potential to become a battle of hostility. An open threat while stressing the action of assisting him is almost exactly what he is doing to you. Well, how will the dear Lord react?’
“Well, Commanders, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’m afraid there’s just one little problem,…Or rather, two. The first is that we seem to be somewhat misunderstood, for never did I say that the thief was a seabeast, simply that his reputation was known by a number of prominent seabeasts, and that, I just thought, you should be aware of. And also, as it is, I’m somewhat reluctant to reap any punishment for whatever crime you may choose to accuse me of, believe it or not.”
Yasmine frowned, disappointed. She had hoped he’d start to freak out and defend himself and his honor like most nobles, but no such luck. Then again, he was one of those cool-headed types, or rather he seemed to be. Also, he might have been waiting for something of that type. A threat, a hint of despise and open hostility to be said out loud.
“It is a shame, truly, that it has come to this.”
Yasmine snorted and rolled her eyes. ‘What a lie. I bet you were dying for it to come to this. I can only imagine what you’re about to say next. Go on, show your thirst for blood.’
“Allow me to declare that as of now, I expect the Guardians of Mossflower to stand in total war against myself, and my allies. You may fight for your sense of justice, and I will fight for mine; and let the best of us win, no? You may have tonight to return to your fortress. I hope you are ready, Commanders, for at dawn tomorrow, and for the first time in your command, you will be at war.”
Yasmine laughed quietly. She expected it to be something along those lines, though she wasn’t expecting a full out war. She admitted to herself she wanted a battle right here and now, since she was already equipped for it and she needed the exercise, not to mention there needed to be some excitement in this boring period of time. Well, a war is more thrilling than a single battle, so how could she complain? Yasmine paused her train of thought. ‘Well, other than wars being a big pain in the rear.’
BIC:
Yasmine could hear everything despite being a well distance away, and as soon as the fox made his introductions, she began to smile, glad she had decided to come after all. His sugar covered words immediately spoke in a twisted tongue Yasmine recognized as a skill many of his kind possess. By that she meant not only his species (as they are naturally sly) but also of nobility. He proclaimed himself a leader, and those of “noble” blood are practically required to learn how to mask their words to deceive the minds of enemies or “victims of the trade”. She could only guess that he was testing her leaders’ limits and learning whatever information he could by simply reading their movements, the looks in their eyes, and the leaked out emotions they may have mistakenly let through. A basic and sometimes necessary procedure. Yasmine’s father wasted his time teaching her these tricks. He was what they called in the region they lived in a “lower class” of nobility, but he was as proud and untrusting as the rest of them. Yasmine never met one who wasn’t, so picking up little things here and there wasn’t a chore for her. After she left, though, Yasmine had resolved to never tell anybeast where she came from or of anyone she knew, and since then she hasn’t. Even so she couldn’t shake what her father drilled through her skull, even though she had to admit she was definitely rusty.
Yasmine’s thoughts were interrupted by Commander Shard’s question as to why the Guardians were summoned. Yasmine nearly clapped her paws together. He got straight to the point, although the question she herself was asking was “how can you have the gall to summon us?” She thought the request, or rather the demand, clearly showed his overbearing confidence in himself, which could be a fatal trait in some circumstances. The Commander’s question was much more reasonable than hers, but she was sure he was probably thinking the same thing as her anyway.
“…It happens that many of this ruling estate were massacred, and others remain missing, feared dead. However, of that estate remains one scion, an heir to that estate and rightful, vengeful lord over the now-decrepit Northern Reaches. As that scion and heir, I have sought the great heirlooms of my bloodline, fearing that they may have been destroyed or lost. Yet now, it has come to my attention that some of my rightful property is most probably hidden within your treasuries, by that criminal whom I fear must have fooled such praiseworthy beasts as yourself with pretenses of honor. As upholders of justice I hold yourselves in highest esteem, and stress that against you I have no enmity, and hope that your justice might extend to one such as myself in returning my stolen property.”
Again with the sugar words. Clearly, he was either sincerely accusing the Guardians or murder and theft, or he was attempting to aggravate and provoke the Commanders. He was a bold one, this “Lord of the North”. Even so, his information surprised her. It did not sound like the Guardians she knew and read about to go and steal heirlooms, killing many in the process. He could be right, unfortunately. The Guardians are not above the slight chance of being tricked, no matter how clever and skilled they could be. It is simply fact that one cannot know the true character of another unless they possessed the supernatural ability to dive into one’s mind. In other words, to read it. Yasmine knew of no such creature, so it is possible that the thief of the heirlooms had fooled the Guardians with a phony personality. It may seem impossible, but it can’t be left out of the picture. Another possibility is that he was making the whole thing up just for an excuse to acting to such measures of murder.
"I'll be happy to help you...As soon as you have reaped a punishment. Shard, what shall it be?"
‘Wow, Commander,’ Yasmine rested her chin on her paws. She was starting to enjoy this. ‘The conversation has the potential to become a battle of hostility. An open threat while stressing the action of assisting him is almost exactly what he is doing to you. Well, how will the dear Lord react?’
“Well, Commanders, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’m afraid there’s just one little problem,…Or rather, two. The first is that we seem to be somewhat misunderstood, for never did I say that the thief was a seabeast, simply that his reputation was known by a number of prominent seabeasts, and that, I just thought, you should be aware of. And also, as it is, I’m somewhat reluctant to reap any punishment for whatever crime you may choose to accuse me of, believe it or not.”
Yasmine frowned, disappointed. She had hoped he’d start to freak out and defend himself and his honor like most nobles, but no such luck. Then again, he was one of those cool-headed types, or rather he seemed to be. Also, he might have been waiting for something of that type. A threat, a hint of despise and open hostility to be said out loud.
“It is a shame, truly, that it has come to this.”
Yasmine snorted and rolled her eyes. ‘What a lie. I bet you were dying for it to come to this. I can only imagine what you’re about to say next. Go on, show your thirst for blood.’
“Allow me to declare that as of now, I expect the Guardians of Mossflower to stand in total war against myself, and my allies. You may fight for your sense of justice, and I will fight for mine; and let the best of us win, no? You may have tonight to return to your fortress. I hope you are ready, Commanders, for at dawn tomorrow, and for the first time in your command, you will be at war.”
Yasmine laughed quietly. She expected it to be something along those lines, though she wasn’t expecting a full out war. She admitted to herself she wanted a battle right here and now, since she was already equipped for it and she needed the exercise, not to mention there needed to be some excitement in this boring period of time. Well, a war is more thrilling than a single battle, so how could she complain? Yasmine paused her train of thought. ‘Well, other than wars being a big pain in the rear.’
