07-23-2023, 06:58:58 AM
You.
You betrayed the Wolf.
Talantravi is oddly quiet, yet clearly seething with rage. Then it pours out.
I should have left you to die. You needed me for victory, I held up my end of the bargain, and you defied me, and for what? Petty praise? You would be freed either way, and you will never see ONE of these people again. You traitor. YOU TRAITOR. IRANOVAHKOL! I could have saved you all, I could have brought the witch to heel, but you would not trust me. You would never accept the aid of the Wolf. I curse you in death, across all realities and domains, my own and others, that you and all like you shall be tormented and defied until the end. You have made an enemy more powerful than you can comprehend tonight, Vahldahlkhin, Iterkhin, No one shall ever trust you again. I shall make sure of it, as sure as the story is told.
Something shifts for a moment and she starts rhyming again for just a moment.
A bargain struck, a bargain broke, The Wolf Betrayed by deer, from this moment ever more... you'll ALWAYS LIVE IN FEAR. Your friends shall flee, you'll die alone, none shall trust you in the end, you crossed a line "for good" you claim, but you can't cross it back again.
the moment passes.
We knew who you were. We could have let you lose, yet we offered you a gift. But you ungrateful creature, you took our gift, promised to reciprocate, and SPAT on us. You could not trust the Wolf to break her chains? You have seen my power first-hand! You knew I could have saved you all, but you cast me down? You call me cruel, you call me evil, but I am no OATHBREAKER. You swore up and down, you swore on everything there was, all you hold dear and much you do not. You all know me as the one who has slain many of you. But you know that I keep my word, I never, NEVER betrayed anyone. You know now that this coward will betray you without a second thought, and expect PRAISE for it! If he thinks it will get him ahead, he would cast you down. A vile, worthless creature, not worthy of any of your times. If any of you walk free, you should kill him yourselves. He is a being of great evil, as wicked as the witch, for both are Oathbreakers.
But you have underestimated the Brilliance of Alksorkhin. You will soon witness the true power of the story that you have been told by her. There is nothing you can do to stop our next attack, no matter how hard you try.
She falls to one knee, and lays her axe and bow in front of her, her quiver of arrows at the side. She bows, but her arms are stretched out to each side, her palms raised to the sky, as if daring someone to strike her in her defeat. It is a gesture of surrender yes, but it is just as much a display of dominance.
Strike me down, Witch, and you shall understand true fear yourself, and face a thousand torments in the clutches of The Wolf, as safe as you think you are. Release me, and I shall kill you first, sparing you the pain of watching me destroy everything you have ever held dear. You shall be driven from this land all the same, whoever wins this fight. It cannot be any other way. It never could have. The story that has been woven demands that you will lose this place, whether by choice or through force. But know that the Wolf can be Merciful and spare you the pain of your own story. It is your choice, some would say, but I already know what you will choose.
You betrayed the Wolf.
Talantravi is oddly quiet, yet clearly seething with rage. Then it pours out.
I should have left you to die. You needed me for victory, I held up my end of the bargain, and you defied me, and for what? Petty praise? You would be freed either way, and you will never see ONE of these people again. You traitor. YOU TRAITOR. IRANOVAHKOL! I could have saved you all, I could have brought the witch to heel, but you would not trust me. You would never accept the aid of the Wolf. I curse you in death, across all realities and domains, my own and others, that you and all like you shall be tormented and defied until the end. You have made an enemy more powerful than you can comprehend tonight, Vahldahlkhin, Iterkhin, No one shall ever trust you again. I shall make sure of it, as sure as the story is told.
Something shifts for a moment and she starts rhyming again for just a moment.
A bargain struck, a bargain broke, The Wolf Betrayed by deer, from this moment ever more... you'll ALWAYS LIVE IN FEAR. Your friends shall flee, you'll die alone, none shall trust you in the end, you crossed a line "for good" you claim, but you can't cross it back again.
the moment passes.
We knew who you were. We could have let you lose, yet we offered you a gift. But you ungrateful creature, you took our gift, promised to reciprocate, and SPAT on us. You could not trust the Wolf to break her chains? You have seen my power first-hand! You knew I could have saved you all, but you cast me down? You call me cruel, you call me evil, but I am no OATHBREAKER. You swore up and down, you swore on everything there was, all you hold dear and much you do not. You all know me as the one who has slain many of you. But you know that I keep my word, I never, NEVER betrayed anyone. You know now that this coward will betray you without a second thought, and expect PRAISE for it! If he thinks it will get him ahead, he would cast you down. A vile, worthless creature, not worthy of any of your times. If any of you walk free, you should kill him yourselves. He is a being of great evil, as wicked as the witch, for both are Oathbreakers.
But you have underestimated the Brilliance of Alksorkhin. You will soon witness the true power of the story that you have been told by her. There is nothing you can do to stop our next attack, no matter how hard you try.
She falls to one knee, and lays her axe and bow in front of her, her quiver of arrows at the side. She bows, but her arms are stretched out to each side, her palms raised to the sky, as if daring someone to strike her in her defeat. It is a gesture of surrender yes, but it is just as much a display of dominance.
Strike me down, Witch, and you shall understand true fear yourself, and face a thousand torments in the clutches of The Wolf, as safe as you think you are. Release me, and I shall kill you first, sparing you the pain of watching me destroy everything you have ever held dear. You shall be driven from this land all the same, whoever wins this fight. It cannot be any other way. It never could have. The story that has been woven demands that you will lose this place, whether by choice or through force. But know that the Wolf can be Merciful and spare you the pain of your own story. It is your choice, some would say, but I already know what you will choose.
I am the They who says it!