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| | "You speak of stories, songs in my honor? If you truly wish to touch the hearts of these elven ladies you speak of, perhaps you should sing them the story of the time that I and five of my men captured two elfish scouts, a husband and wife, seven miles outside of Zorgetch. Sing of how we kept them with us, sending one at a time into each town we passed, instructing them to enter the town and beg for shelter, then come back and tell us who had obliged, or we would kill the other. Sing of how we would then descend upon the town, drag those whom the elves had named from their homes, and lash them to death in the town square. Sing of how we did this for four months, until one day while the male had been sent scouting, Naarghash, who was charged with watching the woman, instead raped and killed her; and the male, upon his return, went mad with grief and rage and had to be killed in turn. Will this tale flutter the heart of a princess more than the story of the ''corith''-breaking, do you think?" | | "You speak of stories, songs in my honor? If you truly wish to touch the hearts of these elven ladies you speak of, perhaps you should sing them the story of the time that I and five of my men captured two elfish scouts, a husband and wife, seven miles outside of Zorgetch. Sing of how we kept them with us, sending one at a time into each town we passed, instructing them to enter the town and beg for shelter, then come back and tell us who had obliged, or we would kill the other. Sing of how we would then descend upon the town, drag those whom the elves had named from their homes, and lash them to death in the town square. Sing of how we did this for four months, until one day while the male had been sent scouting, Naarghash, who was charged with watching the woman, instead raped and killed her; and the male, upon his return, went mad with grief and rage and had to be killed in turn. Will this tale flutter the heart of a princess more than the story of the ''corith''-breaking, do you think?" |
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| − | "OR, perhaps you could put your tale-spinning and song-writing skills to work on the memory of a true hero. His name was Valendil, and he died today, after being captured, held and tortured into unlife by your previous master. He led a band of brave elves with a hand that was wise and true, and he did many great things, among them extending that hand to me when I was still struggling free of the darkness, and he died in a manner horribly unbefitting to one of his stature. If you wish to honor the memory of one who deserves it, begin with Valendil." | + | "OR, perhaps you could put your tale-spinning and song-writing skills to work on the memory of a true hero. His name was Valendil, and he died today, after being captured, held and tortured into unlife by your previous master. He led a band of brave elves with a hand that was wise and true, and he did many great things, among them extending a hand to me when I was still attempting to struggle free of the darkness, and he died in a manner horribly unbefitting to one of his stature. If you wish to honor the memory of one who deserves it, begin with Valendil." |
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| − | '''''"... forgive me friend-Durgaz. I have not given due thought to your turmoil. So many elf-kind have I seen put to the pike, hung from the Black Nail, and fired in the hell that is the Burning Lines. Sometimes I forget the life that each takes when they pass. Not only is their personal soul squelched but so too are their friends, their family, the very light and heart of elf-kind and the Shadow Resistance is torn. Forgive me, I know of the torture you must be going through. As I have councilled Elven and Human-kind, so too have I walk with Orc WarMasters, Generals and Matriarchs. I know of the torture you see when you close your eyes at night. And it pains me that you must too see such dispair with eyes wide open. For in all my time I have never met one such as you... one that chose to turn from the cool embrace of Shadow... The heart of you must be wide and strong. and for you to lash out after this incident is fair and just."''''' the sadness on the face of the imp is real... there's no doubting that. For all his bluster, for all his tangled words there is something still inside the old beast that wishes of good things. And with this he is humbled. And for several moments a lose for words...
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| − | starting to walk away, the old beast considers and then does not leave Durgaz alone... Perhaps he can feel the solitare hate that he's punishing himself with... Perhaps his nature as an advisor makes him pause... Perhaps the little imp does have something buried beneath the twisting words and these words of this orc have taken the heart of the old beast... Perhaps...
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| − | '''''"... of slavery of the heart or mind you speak, of the tainted tendrils that you may think my 'new' MASTER would have friend-Durgaz - I must tell you plainly, I must tell you honestly... I do not have them. Nor do I know the methods of which you speak. True, my ways with words in the ears of kings act as would your swords - but I would offer ... could YOU change the course of a river with but a word, would you not? Consider the will of Kings and BattleMasters. Consider their wills are as mighty waters ready to crash down on any that would oppose their way. Would you not seek to stop them? Even if that sword be in form of the tongue? I am not ashamed of my gifts for gab dear-Durgaz, as you are not hindered by the mastery of your blade and shield."''''' Belal takes a moment to look at the orc's eyes to see if his heart agrees no matter what his words say.
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| − | '''ROLL:''' Belal (Sense Motive +15) VS. Durgaz (Bluff +1) ROLLED: 27 VS. 16 = BELAL wins'' <br> So feel free to share exactly the feelings of Durgaz concerning Belal's words and body language.
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| − | '''''"... if I am quick to offer payment for our parlay, you must understand friend-Durgaz that across many centuries and many countries and many men YOU are the first to not ask for such return. You are the first to not expect such things. This is the hinderance of my existance, but we must muddle through our existance and if lucky we will find our calling. Would you say that in the lose of the cool touch of the Corpse-God's whispers, would you say that you have found your's? You are not elf in body my friend but you have the spirit left over from the elthedar not tainted by the Shadow in the North... If that has nothing in kinship with the 'nsil, then I donot know what does..."'''''
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| − | Considering the unwanted need for songs of honor, the old bard offers this...
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| − | '''''"friend-Durgaz... answer me this. What reason do you take the longer road? For what means do you stuggle in the lost furnace away from the Shadow's cool embrace? Why ever would you forsake all that you knew and know to walk with those that you inherently do not know or trust? In your words, the only thing that has come from this is lose. Most recently with the fall of your elven friend. Why do you serve your heart and not the will that tells you your heart is wrong? Why do you fight when you could reign?"'''''
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| − | The little imp looks to the orc, this time with conviction in his eye. He has a point to make... and he knows that he must make it quickly, for any good will he has left with the orc cannot, shouldnot be tested long.
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| − | '''''"... but does your answer really matter? It is your heart, your will. Will that change the hearts of men? ... No. Not likely. Not without witness. Not without example. I ask you lord-Durgaz, why do you fight... but that is not the point I search to make when I ask your acceptance and your honor in sharing your deeds... I search to remind you that you fight now... NOT for yourself alone. You fight for generations to come. Those that are not yet thoughts in their mother's minds are your legacy. When I suggest that you award them with stories and songs in honor of heroes against the Shadow I speak not to bolster YOUR ego. No. Lord-Durgaz... I speak to give hope and heart to the unknown. Those that cannot speak out. Those that must take the whip because they cannot stand with the stuff of hero-made will."'''''
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| − | ...again the little ambassador looks up to the mighty orc, hoping to see a light of understanding as he continues.
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| − | '''''"...you see friend-Durgaz, I seek not to bluster your ego. I seek not to engratiate you to me. I seek not to ensourcel your mind. I seek to enlighten you to the vast legacy that you lay with every new step. You are but an orc. One in a sea of hate. The pebble on the beach that will not be washed into the ocean. You as Durgaz are but a terrorist to the Shadow and those that they punish for your difference. Have your eyes turned so far from those times in the village, forcing the poor elf-kind to betray kind hearts... have you lost their memory so long that you clear it away to avoid the pain it causes you? If you have, bless you. That is a difficult task, however you cannot forget the hate brought down on the people of the land for every orc, for every legate, for every minion of Shadow you take. Surely you are not blind to the plight that likely happened to any of the villagers or denizens of the swamp when they came searching for you and your band... With whips on their backs and their family's heads on pikes they were likely tourtured to give up your whereabouts that they did not know.... I say this to remind you. Because you are but one orc.... As such you cannot change or save those desperate souls... Not with your sword arm you cannot......"'''''
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| − | '''''"... what I speak of Lord Durgaz is were you to become an idea, where you to become something MORE than one orc, were you to become an ideal... THEN friend-Durgaz you become LEGEND."'''''
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| − | ...Belal looks to the ground and then to the open sky. The old beast has never spoken a more true word. Of course this may all be part of his flourishing tongue. But can that tongue not ring true?
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