Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150109200212/@comment-29559990-20150121020710

(Well, then. Time to finish this.)

The group, not even bothering to clean up the mess, hauled Sibbi back to the ruins of the Goldenglow Estate. From a distance, they could see Maven was back up on her own two feet, still looking like she went through the deepest trench in oblivion a hundred times over.

Maven and Borskar turned to the returning group. As soon as he saw who was the man known as Bishop, Borskar's eyes widened. Sibbi was in jail all this time with little funds, and somehow he had managed to build an almost stronger force than Maven. How could he have done it.

Maven's expression did not change. She just looked down upon Sibbi like he was a dog undeserving of her presence... the same way she looked upon everyone else.

Now, Sibbi was but a few yards away from his mother. 2 scheming criminal masterminds, staring down each other. It goes without saying that the atmosphere was tense.

"I can almost here the anger brewing inside you, Maven." Sibbi spoke. "Is it because you gave birth to the man that ripped you're empire to shreds, or that I was able to do all of this destruction from the confines of a small cell?"

"Neither. I find it quite funny that you think this little uprising has done something other than put your head on the chopping block." Maven responded.

"Nothing else? Maven, open you're eyes!" Sibbi protested. "You're home was burnt to the ground. The Guild was killed off in a matter of minutes. I've taken up more of your money and resources in the past 3 months than ANYONE has in the past 10 years! Face the facts, Maven..."

Maven approached the boy, who stood tall against her. "I broke you."

Maven's response was a little more simpler this time; a backhand across his face. She walked back to her spot besides Borskar, saying "You have not broken me, Sibbi. I still stand. Money is easy to make. Houses are easy to build. Men are easy to replace. You may have put a dent in the great machine, but you certainly have not broken it."

"Oh, you won't stand for long, you old tramp." Sibbi spat out. "The Rift is filled with men and women calling for your blood to be spilt. Once your mercs have received their pay, all you will have is Borskar and his axe. And lets face it, he'll probably be the one to do the deed."

"Surely you jest. Borskar would not so much as lay a finger on me." She assured. Borskar stood silent.

"I'm not so sure. Let's ask Borskar." He turned to Borskar. "Surely, you know what Borskar wants to do? Or maybe what Hesca would want?"

Maven suddenly interrupted. "That's enough! Borskar, end him!" She commanded. Borskar didn't respond. His eyes were still locked on Sibbi.

"Do you forget so quickly what happened? Do I need to remind you?" Sibbi continued.

"Borskar, I command you to kill him!" Maven ordered, a little louder this time.

"Remind of you when you're possessions came crumbling down in a pit of fire?" Sibbi was also raising his voice. "Remind of you how you're pride and joy was ripped away from you with one quick slice of a knife? REMIND YOU OF HOW YOU HAD TO WATCH?"

"BORSKAR!" Maven Screeched.

"Remind you of how those marks on your body came to be?" Sibbi chuckled a bit. "Remind you, of pooooor little Malca? How she cried out as her body was engulfed in the flames of Maven's evil, and how you could do nothing?"

"ENOUGH!!" Maven slapped Borskar back into reality. "Borskar, END HIM NOW!" She commanded.

Borskar slowly reached for his axe.

"You can write all the wrong, Borskar." Sibbi cooed. "You just have to swing the right way..."

(tried to make that as epic as possible. c:)