Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150525234127/@comment-17114085-20150601222132

(@Maxi: I do not control Damo and the rest of the Aulds, Septimus does.)

King Perien was pleased. He had just returned from his second visit to the dark cell. Sir Samuel and Sylch accompanied him to his chambers. "It seems our scape goat will play his part. Good, now all that is left is to have the trial."

"My liege, may I suggest a public trail in the courtyard, that way the people will know of King Edgar's confession." Sylch suggested.

"A good idea. I will bring it up with my daughter. We can have it in a few days." Perien said.

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"You are dismissed." Gerrick said. Everyone else, except for Jovron. The commander stood up and walked over to his squire. "Lad, you must not fight with the Master-at-arms. We cannot fight the Orcs when we are fighting one another."

"He started it. He insulted my parents, I could not let that stand." Jovron said.

"Aye, he did." The old elf sighed. "You Stentors are stubborn when it comes to honor. You just can't let anything go. Must be the Nordic blood in your line. Jovron, you must learn to keep yourself under control, or you might snap at the wrong moment. Honor may be a valuable thing, but it is not more valuable than your life."

"I disagree." Jovron retorted. "I don't fear death, but I will not die with stained honor."

"You only say that because you have never been close to death." Gerrick retorted. He grabbed his chainmail shirt and lifted it slightly so the young elf could see the scar that went one side of his stomach to the other. "I almost died during the Great War, the 1st one. I only survived because of Medora healing me in time. My organs were handing out of me and I had lost alot of blood. I did not think of honor back then, only surviving."