Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170129160701

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"So, will you tell me why we are going to Balfiera instead of Farrun?", Fiandrael finally broke the silence which installed itself after the two lovers appeased their lust.

Balin played with his finger, running it across the elven woman's tattoos all around her body and instead of answering, he laid a kiss on her forehead.

"C'mon, don't keep me curious...you know what that will lead me to.", the farseer smirked.

"Well, you once told me that you wished to know where your powers came from... and to be quite honest, so do I. Never crossed your mind to visit your kin's magical island?",  the Prince finally answered without stopping to play with her tattoos.

"Those people are not my kin.", Fiandrael replied in a serious tone, grabbing the young breton's hand to stop him, "And no, it never crossed my mind to visit those who might want to transform me in their little experiment."

Balin frowned, "I won't let that happen. Ever. You do know that, right?".

Fiandrael laid back onto the Prince's wide chest, "I know. Otherwise, I wouldn't be coming along to that place."

"Have you ever been there?", Balin asked, curious about why she wasn't very fond of Balfiera.

"I don't know... I might, but I do not remember.", after a few moments of silence, Fiandrael answered in a shy manner.

"Strange.", Balin commented before kissing the elven girl once again.

"What about your brother's situation?", Gawain asked amidst bites of the delicious pumpkin bread the Fort's cook hade made.

"My brother will have to deal with it himself. We have others matters to attend and he is a grown mab who can handle himself pretty well... Also, he never asked my help.", Doraleous hadn't touched a single piece of food and Tristan had noticed that.

"Regardless, he must be counting on your help, sir.", Geoffrey commented, drinking a bit of the mead provided by the Commander's journey.

"We'll see. For now, we must worry about the false High King. I've sent letters to all Forts, explaining what happened and letting them know that if they stand against the code of knighthood, then they cannot identify themselves as knights any longer.", Doraleous seemed determined to find people who still stood for the old code, which most of his men thought to be a foolish enterprise as clearly the Adamantine Order followed the High King blindly.

"I don't see that letter working out much for us, Commander. In addition to that, you plainly offended the other Knight-Commanders...", Gawain attacked another one of the little breads.

"I offended those who lack honor, Sir Gawain. Those who still have it, even if only a bit, will see the truth in my words. We'll slaughter the rest, simple as that. Being a knight must still mean something, sirs... It must.", the big knight replied, finally getting up and returning to his chambers.

"Something very ugly happened to him back then, right?", Sir Geoffrey asked the others.

"Indeed, Geoff. Something happened to all of us, the High King broke our spirits and when we mend it there was a little extra... Commander Doraleous has it more than any of us and I am still unsure what it is and if it is a good thing.", Gawain replied in a grim tone, darkening the mood inside the dinning room.