Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-17114085-20160709213802

(Frensca Civil War?)

"You will find a few alchemical ingredients over there." The Chancellor pointed to the pots and a few jugs. "Anything else that you require can be requested. We will be sure to obtain it for you."

____________________________________

The Aran ignored his wife and didn't let go until he got what he wanted. When he did his face returned to the calm brooding one he usually had. He let go of Coridal.

The Prince fell to one knee, then looked over his shoulder to his older brother. "You bastard, you'll pay for that." His hands glowed with a shadowy energy.

"Enough, I don't want to fight you." Varla-Nal told him.

"Should have thought of that before you read my mind." The Prince replied, getting up on his feet and ready for a fight.

"You can go." The Aran said, which surprised the Prince.

Coridal was take aback by what the king said. "I can go?" He asked, making sure he heard his brother right.

"Yes. I'll be assigning you to the investigation...just don't go alone. I don't want you to get hurt." His tone was much different than before. It was one of concern, not the angry tone he had during their argument. Whatever he saw in Coridal's mind changed his opinion on the matter.

______________________________

Syrabane didn't move. "I'm almost certain I know which one it is. A teacher knows his students, I know how they think. I just hope I am wrong. Keep working with Phynaster's people, uncover the truth and put and end to them. One of my students...my children, committing such a crime as high treason brings shame to this school, to me. I cannot let that stand. As Auri-El's Magister I will not have one of mine be a heretic."

______________________________

Atron told his aunt of the court hearing, of the Aran's decisions and decrees.

"Good, then our plan is moving along nicely." Gerelle said.

Atron nodded. "Indeed, aunt Gerelle. Soon the Aran..."

She interrupted him again. "Though you didn't tell me the whole truth. I heard that you visibly showed disrespect to the Aran and the Ara at the court."

"That aran doesn't deserve my respect. He..."

Gerelle slapped her nephew across the face, giving him pause. "You fool!" She said angrily. "You put our family's entire plan in jeopardy all for your stupid pride. You and your father were both idiots."

Atron grew quiet. He knew better than to talk back to his aunt. He sat there and took her angry words. ''When you die you hag I'll become the next Vendis Tur. I'll make sure of that.''

The high lady composed herself. "I should be grateful you didn't muck up the whole plan." She reached for the small box on her desk. "Though this does give me the opportunity to give the Aran this is a gift, to ask forgiveness for your rudeness. So maybe this is a blessing in disguise." Her piercing cold gaze then turned to him. "Now go, before you ruin any more of our plan with your stupidity."