Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 14.43 (section)

== kevin / Belal, sworn-rider and herald of hope, first of the faithful==

'''Q: ''' [Kev, there is a social check here, I prefer diplomacy, obviously, but you might also consider this an intimidate check, as there is definately an unspoken consequence if he says no]

'''A: ''' No need.  I'd rather use the role-play to dictate my answers.  With the note (for myself) that Nazif's intentions "need" to be slanted your way.  From this point on I will treat Nazif/Banal as a full NPC as I do Eranon's worf or your and Kyuad's familiars.  Moreso, I'll treat him as your hireling - your words and actions will further temper his feelings.






'''''"Forgive MASTER, the name burns my heart.  I thank you for the new moniker of Belal.  And with this my MASTER I offer you what I promised - my open togue.  Do not take my words as agressors against yours, take them as the road you have not yet taken.  See my challenges to your thoughts not as disrespect, but utmost respect and well intention.  If I do not give you that, I do not give... I take.'''''


'''''As you speak open and plainly, in private so shall I.  You are astute and correct in your thought.  I AM neither slave nor toady. While my words in front of your lesser companions, with minds that do not know the ways of words and word-smithing - I do intend to give them this falsehood.  For it is my intention to support you within their troupe.  I see the sneer in their lip when they speak with you well enough to know that while they travel with you, you have not yet earned their trust.  That is sad happenstance.  It is obvious that such men, elf and orc of lesser means are want to disbelieve your good intention.  They see your educated tongue as forked.  They know not what it takes to survive within the halls of evil.'''''

'''''Consider ma-lord, how is it that you think I am alive at the hands of the Vile, who seemed to hold his only hope within the newly made cadavers for which he opened looking for what he has not in his soul.  Did he find heart within the husks?  No.  His fate is bound to the world, though he does not yet know it... Yet I live.  Flowery word and seemingly misguided guile I laid open, offering the Vile that I was less than dangerous specifically because I seemed less than challenging to his wisdom.  Let HIM have his pride.  I was the victor.  I held and hold what I hoped... Life, to serve another.  And if my observations of your troupe ring true I shall have something else entirely that I had not formerly thought possible.  I will see the Vile's head on a spit.  And I will gaze up at it and wave... Like this...''''',  as the little jester tilts his head exposing his pearl white pointed toothy smile, slowly twinkling his fingers in a half-wave up at Vrolk's disembodied head...

'''''Can you not see then, Zal'Kazzir Ghulvenne, I am content allowing your merry band believe they are more the wiser and more the learned than I... They fail in their false sanctity while I wink my eye knowing the truth of the matter. For that is when I am the master...'''''