Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160605202324/@comment-3293219-20160607201627

Five months prior
Agatha stepped into Jagar Tharn's sitting room, well, technically it was her's but considering that she was a guest at this strange tower, she would always consider it to be Tharn's. The Half-Breed was knelt down at a small tray-like table, where two cups of exotic tea awaited them. Like anyone propper, Tharn showed restraint and refused to start without her.



This incarnation of the Tira bloodline stepped further inside, slumping to the floor in front of the half-breed. She didn't need his permission to sit or do anything for that matter, anyone else she'd try not to make waves but Tharn was... special... in the way that he was an irredeemable bastard of no virtue.



There was an awkward silence as Tharn simply sat there, unsure as to how he could start...



“I trust that you've taken a liking to your new surroundings?” Tharn asked, knowing that she had actually spent eight hours straight in one of the labs yesterday. She had few limitations when it came to magic and/or alchemy, the only one that he had seen was the limitations of resources.



Agatha shrugged, she'd be lying if she said 'no' but she felt dirty for using them. Still, dirty was better than being bored... sorta... Dirty and boredom were both a form of disgust afterall but at least the time flew by quicker for those who felt unclean.



“It serves it's purpose I guess...”



Tharn managed to force a smile, pushing past the awkwardness of the situation. It was going better than he had expected, which was... something...



“If you ever need anything imported, don't hesitate to ask. I have stock piles of things that will never be used...”



<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Why am I here...?” Agatha murmured, cutting straight through his small talk.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">Tharn remained silent for a brief moment before eventually bringing the words together that he would need. He actually preferred it this way, no pussyfooting around...

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“I... Would like to talk to you about my current position, I know that I took both you and Nissa but in truth, I only intended to take you.”

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Oh that's nice... It's not like you had me in custody for months on end, where I was rotting away in a dark dungeon...” The Breton grumbled, taking a sip from the tea, even though it was obviously too hot, given that it had just been poured out.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Believe me when I say that, had I known that you were the girl mentioned in the reports, your incarceration would have been... quite different.” The Half-Breed explained, looking genuinely regretful as he pulled a few sheets out from his side, passing them over his guest to see for herself.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“ Your name was never mentioned...”

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“ Oh great, so if I was some other nosy cow I would've been left to rot in the dark but, because my ancestor had a day trip with yours, I get a free pass!?” Agatha grumbled, tossing the sheets to one side.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“ If that's supposed to make me feel better then you've failed miserably! Just like you've failed to justify your hostile takeover of the most stable Empire in Tamriel's history! Do you honestly think that I'm an idiot? Is that why I'm here? So you can give me a few things to pretend that this is some sort of misunderstanding? What about Ria? What about all of the other people who you tried to kill or, like Talin, left homeless and destroyed their lives?

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> What the hell do you have to say to that!?”

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> Tharn quite obviously was expecting that or something like it, at least everything was on the table now... Well, figuratively.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“ This... Is why you're here Agatha... Those instances, acts of carelessness or inhumane actions were exactly what got me where I am. You have no idea how desperate I felt, knowing that all of this, years of planning was going to finally come to fruition and yet I could lose it all at any moment.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> Ria was like a daughter to me, Talin Warhaft... Senior was a colleague of mine for many years and though we rarely saw eye to eye, I had never even dreamt that I would be plunging a knife into his back as well as the Emperor's. And his son... I...” He paused, realising that he was rambling, not sounding very coherent either.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“ Those first few days, it was like a constant panic. It was like I'd lit a fire in the rain and there were just so many threats. All it took was one witness, one loose tongue, one misguided subordinate and everything would fall apart.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> Tamriel's people were worth those sacrifices, so I told myself...

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> But... In my desperation I missed the basic key principles of what I was doing this for. As soon as I decided that all means were permitted to achieve the good that I was trying to do, then that good became tainted. And now I'm finding myself low on trustworthy allies with the largest landmass in our universe to run. Nine Provinces, nine different problems and I'm supposed to have the solution to each one, that does the best for everyone.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> The Emperor had to go, not just him, he was a respectable man but tell me, how is it justified that fate decreed that he was more important than all of the world's academics, warriors and politicians combined? Apart from his 'magic blood,' he is just a man. Too many believe him to be infallible, they put their faith into him, allowing him to see for them and leaving themselves to go blind, when all he cares about is Cyrodiil's influence and the influence of men.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> The Altmer are no better, perhaps even worse. Humans don't look down their noses at eachother like the Altmer do the Bosmer and Khajiit. Even I, the greatest battlemage in the Empire would be looked down upon as a disgusting mutant.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> It became clear to me that if I wanted change, I had to be that change. 'Without a hero, there can be no event.' Perhaps, I thought, it isn't a hero that is needed. Perhaps it is a man who sees the world for what it really is and is willing to change it.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> And that's when I decided, the Septims had to go... And someday they will fade away completely, when I manage to break the pact needed for the Daedra, anyone can become Emperor. Tamriel will be lead by its people, its leaders will be chosen, not through their blood or lineage but through their character.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> My dream is incredibly close to being realised... But I fear that, alone, I lack... I lack the critical thinking that you've demonstrated here today. I need a partner, partners even, who are willing to hold me to account. I see it only fit, given that Tharns have disagreed with Tiras for centuries now, that you be that advisor. That we use our disagreements to better Tamriel, to come to a compromise and to pave the way for a better world.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> I need you, so that I may avoid making the same mistakes that our ancestors did when they put the first Septim on the Throne. This time, when we put someone on the throne? We will pick the right person and when their time comes we will find a worthy successor.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> This isn't a proposition, Agatha... I am not asking for your help.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> I'm begging for it.”