10-08-2015, 12:52 PM
They come, trickling slowly in until the small group is gathered. There are more here than he had expected, but far less than he would have liked. The Tundra had long been a quiet kingdom. Though quiet and small, they had never been weak. He does not intend for that change. But for them to become strong, especially in the absence of their magician, they would need to make other changes. This he recognizes well. Old he might be, but stupid he is not.
Tarnished steps forward, taking the conversation from the where he had left it. He is blunt, putting forth his opinions as he had come to expect. Hurricane had always been guilty of stepping on toes, so he could not blame the other man for doing so. That does not mean he would not object. Hard gaze fixing upon the roan stallion, he clears his throat.
Let’s first settle the matter of ascension.
For this was far from settled. And as he expected, there are objections. How could there not be? This man is unknown to the Tundra. And though Hurricane had vouched for him, the brothers would be remiss in not questioning him.
Infection is there, and when he speaks, Hurricane’s steely gaze turns to him. He does not trust the man. He had come from nowhere, slinking in as though he owned the place. The creature had not made his intentions clear, whether he planned to become one of the Brotherhood, or if he had an ulterior motive for being here. Until he does, Hurricane intends to take his opinions with a large grain of salt.
Noted.
He keeps his response to the creature simple, allowing Tarnished to rebut the man’s words. Just because he stuck his neck out for their newest brother did not mean he would fight his battles for him. He would need to win their support and goodwill on his own.
And then there is another man, one he does not recognize. But he introduces himself, proclaiming his intentions to join. Hurricane dips his head in a brief nod, accepting the man’s offer.
In that case Yronwood, welcome.
Crito is the last of the Brotherhood to arrive, followed closely by the mare that had arrived with Tarnished. His ‘woman’ (he knows enough of men and women to know that their relationship is for convenience, though he does not question it. If Tarnished wanted to claim her as his mate so that she might remain, he would not object, so long as she offered no danger to the Tundra).
When Crito speaks, Hurricane nods, carefully considering his words. The man had gained his full respect long ago, and he would always take his advice into account. He acknowledges briefly the man’s word of thanks. He would have done no less for any of the kingdom’s loyal brothers, and he only regrets that he was not successful. When the man mentions Scorch however, he hesitates for a brief moment before informing him of the changes. He is not such a bastard so as not to feel sympathy for the man’s loss.
Lagertha now rules the Amazons. I’m sorry to tell you this Crito, but Scorch is dead.
He pauses a moment. Perhaps he could have been a bit more circumspect.
If the Amazons are amenable, we would like to set up an exchange of sorts, much like we had many years ago. Our girl children for their boy children. We would begin their training here prior to sending them there, he nods briefly at Dominion. Hence her offer of training.
Perhaps Tarnished would like to leave them in the dark until such a thing was a done deal, but Hurricane would like their opinions. He has no intentions of running a dictatorship, nor does he intend to allow it to become one.
Tarnished steps forward, taking the conversation from the where he had left it. He is blunt, putting forth his opinions as he had come to expect. Hurricane had always been guilty of stepping on toes, so he could not blame the other man for doing so. That does not mean he would not object. Hard gaze fixing upon the roan stallion, he clears his throat.
Let’s first settle the matter of ascension.
For this was far from settled. And as he expected, there are objections. How could there not be? This man is unknown to the Tundra. And though Hurricane had vouched for him, the brothers would be remiss in not questioning him.
Infection is there, and when he speaks, Hurricane’s steely gaze turns to him. He does not trust the man. He had come from nowhere, slinking in as though he owned the place. The creature had not made his intentions clear, whether he planned to become one of the Brotherhood, or if he had an ulterior motive for being here. Until he does, Hurricane intends to take his opinions with a large grain of salt.
Noted.
He keeps his response to the creature simple, allowing Tarnished to rebut the man’s words. Just because he stuck his neck out for their newest brother did not mean he would fight his battles for him. He would need to win their support and goodwill on his own.
And then there is another man, one he does not recognize. But he introduces himself, proclaiming his intentions to join. Hurricane dips his head in a brief nod, accepting the man’s offer.
In that case Yronwood, welcome.
Crito is the last of the Brotherhood to arrive, followed closely by the mare that had arrived with Tarnished. His ‘woman’ (he knows enough of men and women to know that their relationship is for convenience, though he does not question it. If Tarnished wanted to claim her as his mate so that she might remain, he would not object, so long as she offered no danger to the Tundra).
When Crito speaks, Hurricane nods, carefully considering his words. The man had gained his full respect long ago, and he would always take his advice into account. He acknowledges briefly the man’s word of thanks. He would have done no less for any of the kingdom’s loyal brothers, and he only regrets that he was not successful. When the man mentions Scorch however, he hesitates for a brief moment before informing him of the changes. He is not such a bastard so as not to feel sympathy for the man’s loss.
Lagertha now rules the Amazons. I’m sorry to tell you this Crito, but Scorch is dead.
He pauses a moment. Perhaps he could have been a bit more circumspect.
If the Amazons are amenable, we would like to set up an exchange of sorts, much like we had many years ago. Our girl children for their boy children. We would begin their training here prior to sending them there, he nods briefly at Dominion. Hence her offer of training.
Perhaps Tarnished would like to leave them in the dark until such a thing was a done deal, but Hurricane would like their opinions. He has no intentions of running a dictatorship, nor does he intend to allow it to become one.
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane