Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151002174117/@comment-24736819-20151218025510

After his morning stroll, Balin decided that it was time for him to join the breakfast table.

"Good morning, King Marcel, Queen Edwinna.", the gigantic breton entered the room. Quickly, he realized something was wrong.

"Or perhaps a not so good morning after all? What grave news were brought to your knowledge by that letter?", he added.



"Borgus! Borgus!", Lisbeth's wrath could be heard in every syllable of her words, "Get up here, you wretched vampire slayer!"

The moustached breton sighed. The time had finally come, the Lady returned and it wouldn’t take long until the Duke's absence blinded her with power. Slowly, Borgus got up from the chair in his office and headed to the main hall.

"You!", the redhaired woman menacingly pointed to the chubby breton, "You let him out! If not by choice, then by negligence of your duties!"

Borgus mainly watched as Lisbeth's personal attacks were fired at him. He only had seen her in such frenzy, such fear once and it scared him just as much as that day.

"Vladir will certainly kill you once he hears what happened. No more safe conduct for an overglorified assassin who can't even supervise one single prisioner. Fucking pathetic... You know what? Perhaps I won't even wait for my brother's return. Spare him the sight of weakness and kill you myself right now.", the vampiress' venomous words knew no boundaries and Borgus knew that Lisbeth wasn't known for making empty threats.

"My Lady.", Borgus started, "Two teenagers thought it would be a good idea to raid their Duke's home. It was a misfortune that the prision which was holding such a figure looked more like a treasure room than an actual cell."

"Oh.", Lady Lis couldn't believe his defying words, "You are not dealing with my brother, vampire hunter. Choose your words carefully or you'll end up..."

"What? Dead? You said that a thousand times already and still, here I am.", the breton shook his head, "No, you need me. I know it, you know it...So how about we cut the chitchat and go straight to what needs to be said, huh?"

Lisbeth narrowed her eyes, but said nothing.

"Very well. He did escaped and he managed to awake 8 others who were succeptible to his command. If he manages to catch up with the other 11 under the Duke's command... My body trembles in fear when imaging such thing. We need to reach out to the Queen.", he suggested.

"Hmm...", Lisbeth graciously walked around the main hall, contemplating the dark atmosphere it held, "Not a bad idea. True....She could help us, but the Kingdom is at war."

"And Eirearch's presence makes this war even worse, so I reckon she'd do anything to get rid of him.", the moustached castellan replied.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Ah, well thought. That can work, yes... See it done, I must prepare.", oddly enough Lisbeth ended the conversation agreeing with Borgus and disappearing into the darkness leaving the breton alone. He sighed once again and headed back to his desk so he could write a letter...or several.

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<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I still believe this is a bad idea...Reaching out to King Elyas would be a whole lot better. Make him delay his war against Northpoint, attack Shornhelm from both ends and after all is done if King Rob played his cards right he could see his Grandfather's power withim Northpoint growing even stronger.", Farraud commented with whoever was close enough to him, making sure Roberto wasn't.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Doraleous refrained from galloping alongside the others, remaining amongst his own men. The large knight was still dealing with the possibilities which his choice could lead him to.