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*Richard sighed, looking at the soulstones layed out before him*
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S.Y. 311.5 (January
24, 2002) I
must choose one... but na one fits... Lord Richard... May I speak freely? *Richard looked up, and smiled wearily* Whenever ye wish, Karayan *Karayan nodded, and picked up the largest stone, glaring at it.* Why d'ye wish to bring back one of thy minions? All of them have betrayed you, will betray you. You know they would snatch you from your throne in an instant, lay you do the ground. I beseech thee, my lord, your Drow and Orcs are innumerable, you do not need a larger army. One of these power hungry men will not make that much of a difference.... *Karayan had placed each stone back in its original place, realizing Richard was thinking about something deeper and basically ignoring him. Richard glared at the wall a moment, then smiled, nodding to Karayan* Your point is well
and good, Karayan, but as of yet you lack the wisdom to see my reasons.
Perhaps someday, you will know. *Karayan looked over some papers on his desk, scowling* But m'lord, you need not have any other troubles. The order of the silver wolf, what if they were to allie with our enemies? You need to focus less on tactics and more on our army. They have a large force as well. *Richard chuckled, pressing a finger to his temple* Worry not about the silver wolves. They will either allie with us, or they will allie with no one. No one, but us, could stand the Zealous ways of the wolves. If they dont allie with us, they will find themselves alone on a very large battle field. *Karayan sighed, and rummaged through some other books. Richard turned his attention back to the stones.* Amaruak... Be'Elzebub.... Nagash..... Metzgir.... *He then closed his eyes, letting his fingers run over each stone. His hand reached halfway to Metzgir's, only to fall on Karayans, and his eyes bolted open.* Uh... sir? *Richard looked at Karayan, a long moment* Perhaps someday... *He shook his head, he did not have time for this. Karayan was far to young to lead this campaign. Turning his head, he made his decision, his eyes resting on the biggest soul stone there. It was glowing with green light, wood under it warping.* I have made my decision... *Karayan looked at it, and shook his head* Not that bastard... He'll ruin your customs, your army will be a raging horde. The war drugs, the twisted weapons. It would not be fair. *Richard suddenly looked at Karayan* You know? *Karayan blinked, looking at him, suddenly realization dawning on him* Nay boy, I have made my Decision. Amaruak Tarrant will return. |