Post by Lord General Maahes Asad-Aziem on Apr 23, 2008 19:28:45 GMT -6
Aslan Burning: Lost in the depths of ones mind often it was easy to feel you were drowning. Maahes could not swim, his heavy frame better at battling through an ocean of sand vs the endless sea. Yet the shores always brought him comfort. Life was a struggle, just as the waves fought back the beach. We are all one little shell trapped between the tide and the safety of solid ground, and right now Maahes was under water. Tommy being gone was like not having air to breathe, as she was always the hand to guide him. "Breathe in, breathe out Maahes just calm down." How many times had those words left her lips while a gentle touch would grace his shoulder. There was an angry storm on the horizon, and the winds of change would sweep over the Avarian Beast. In the distance the chiming of the clock smoothed over the air breaking the redundant sound of the shore, and it would call him back to reality. Their camps seemed so torn now as the men struggled to keep their tents in tact. Fires flickered in the fading light of what little dusk was left. Blinking like eyes the fire would die only to be brought back to life with the breath of the wind. The soldier's would turn their attention to Maahes knowing they would need better shelter, but all unwilling to question his direction. They had seen his reaction to his own son, and Galen's departure into the city of Turas Lan (sp?) The entire town had heard of the battle between father and son. Maahes would never understand that a big part of his son was still a child, and he could not be treated like part of the military; only Galen truly understood his father, but sometimes enough was enough. (d
Emeritus Memoria: The weather of Scotland and the Isles that surrounded it were harsher than perhaps that of other continents. Storms were frequent and it rained many times, that was what made the lands so green. Though, it was still different than that of Sevenwaters. Truth be known, he had only been a citizen of Scotland and her islands for near two years now, but his travels all over the Isle of Skye had forced him to become familiar with all the lands. He had great understanding for the world around them, for his duty took him far and beyond, at least as far as the isle extended. The fight that had broken out was not of Skye business, despite it taking place on their soil. Why should he care about the civil matters of another nation in question? It was personal affair, not public, and there was a difference. That had been the same battle that was driving a wedge between a father and their son, biological or not. Eamonn did not know Maahes, but his lack of proper parenting was easy to see, even from a many who was just as military orient as the lug. Still, children so young as he that were much like Galen did not understand the ways of war and military practices. By Galen's age he was already trying to be a solider, but then the men of Sevenwaters were accustomed to it so young. It was different for people like Maahes and Eamonn. The winds had picked up, whipping his blonde hair about as the helm was removed. "Looks to be a storm on the horizon." He uttered to the rider beside him as the tall Marshal fastened the saddle to Finbar's back and moved to the bridle, making sure that it was secure and snug upon the dapple grey stallion's long face.
Aslan Burning: Maahes had never known anything other then war and battle. From the moment he took his first breath his destiny was known. His childhood was spent in an arena defending his own life and will tested on a daily bases. So he was giving Galen all he knew, all that was normal. He was not as eager to go play as so many others were, and often criticized the child for spending too much time chasing crabs instead of practicing. Perhaps it was a fear, a fear that when he was gone Galen could not defend himself as too often he relied on his father. Deep down no matter what Galen knew that Maahes would be there, he had made a promise, and this Egyptian kept them. Through the gates the Avarian general would press in the direction of the riders. His dark gaze low and lips flat against stoic features he would speak in his deep raspy voice, "Where is your woman." the barbaric undertone clear in his thickly clad accent. Woman, being wife of course, and he would make no attempt to correct him. (d
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn patted the shoulder of his faithful steed, the horse that had taken him through many dangers, and did not leave him. Eamonn had spent more than half his life devoted to battle and war, what childhood he had was ripped from him at the death of his father. A young boy, who should have been thinking about horses, was thinking about death and despair. Alone, his mother raised him, even when his father was off fighting on a distant plain. Was it so wrong to strive to be like your father? Just had Eamonn yearned to follow in the footsteps of his sire, Galen did so as well, wanting to make Maahes proud. Glancing to the side, the armored Marshal arched a brow, and his eyes narrowed. That man from the tavern, and the other night as well. What the hell did he want now? Tensing, Eamonn lifted his chin up proudly and with a mirrored stoic expression, he replied. "She is not here. Why?" Eamonn did not know this man,and he had done too much to make sure that Aislin stayed safe. The last he had seen her she had been in the infirmary with other nurses, but that had been some hours ago.
Aslan Burning: The smell of the horses turned the man's stomach or perhaps it was that pretty blond hair this rider had. He'd stop his steps to square away his shoulders, the sound of muscles and bones cracking with the stretch. He would offer this man no explanation but simply stare him down before moving in the direction of the healing hall she had once taken him. He would find her there, and everything about Maahes's body screamed of the hunt. Idle hands would turn the handle of a dagger over and over. The knife had perhaps been missed at first but as the torch lights traveled over the iron the shine could not be missed. Was he going to kill her? Maahes was a ticking time bomb that was mostly cold and dormant, but with the pass of events it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge. Perhaps Eamonn would know this, as they both were on the same ship of sanity. "I'll find her myself." He muttered under his breath as the stone path met his steps. Maahes was not going to kill her, but knew Galen was fond of her; hope they were together. (d
Beyond SaIvation: The wind blew, carrying those telltale signs of a storm brewing from the east. Sand kipped up and swirled about. Maahes and Eamonn were not the only ones present on the beach. There were three others. One was leading, running as fast as he could. He was a boy, his hair hand cut short around his shoulders. He looked around frantically. ``Come back 'ere, boy!`` They yelled after him. Blood trailed from his lip and his chin where he had a large gash. He'd look familiar to Maahes because Maahes would have seen this one with a Knight named Lochlan weeks ago. The kid glanced back as the pirates seemed to only grow closer, their anger showing.-- While Percival had made camp the night before, and Saul was placed in the charge of two of the newest crewmembers. Two guys Percival knew Saul would escape from. Thirteen years old, he was a spitting image of his father, and he'd even gained some height. He pumped his arms.. seeing the two up ahead.. ``HELP!``.. He screamed.. just as a rock nailed him on the side of his head. He hit the ground and the pirates caught up to him. Saul winced in pain on the ground, staring up with blurry vision as they stood above him. One man reached down and hefted him up by his tattered shirt. ``Blimey kid.. yer gonna cost us our job..`` Saul played dead weight, making it hard for the man to hold him up. His fingers laced around the cutlass handle of the man's sword, and he was forced to set him down. ``Christ, heavy bloat... UNGH!`` Saul yanked the cutlass free while the other two were looking down beach. The sword cut the man across his unarmored chest and he moaned in pain. The second man drew his smaller short sword, and batted Saul's to the ground. ``HELP!`` Saul yelled again.. ducking under a swing by tumbling forward and claiming the cutlass again.. Lochlan had taught him that move..(d)
Emeritus Memoria: Horses were the backbone of the Sevenwaters kingdom. They had been praised and their horses were prized among foreigners. Masters of the Equine, some said, and while Eamonn was a soldier, he had his share of dealing with horses and breeding them, as most men in Sevenwaters were. He smelt of horses and dirt, but did he care? Not at all. Vanity was farthest from the man's mind as the giant of a man step forward. When no explanation came as to the whereabouts of his wife, Eamonn sneered and narrowed his eyes into thin slits, hazel orbs turning green with angry. Where was he going? To find her himself, and in the light, the steel in his hand gleamed, and Eamonn's eyes widened. A hand was placed on the hilt and the Marshal sprang before Maahes, cutting him off. "Remember where YOU are. What business have you with MY wife?" He growled out, unafraid of this man's height, as it were. A scuffle that was not far from the gates of Turas Lan caught his ears, and even though he was glaring up into the eyes of Maahes, he glanced around the man for the moment, arching a brow, before turning back to Maahes. "You WILL answer me or turn and dismiss, man of Avaria." He said again, standing there stiffly with a gloved hand on the hilt of his sword just in case. "Put your weapon AWAY, sir."
Aslan Burning: The words of the hotheaded pretty boy were lost as the child's cry for help rang in. The very hand that held his dagger pressed the man against the path. His men were in an ear's range of the child and quickly rose to their feet. "The Prince..the prince..he's alive." Spoke their voices in a around and like most Avarian's they would act without the need of direction. The word help was a universal language of move. Eamonn's eyes were met again with the dark amber of his own. "Surround the men, do not let them escape." He was placing faith in the man knowing that somewhere under that mop of blond there was a mind for war, he had seen it..he did just challenge him didn't he? (Meaning Eamonn was brave enough, not too many were) He knew the strength of the horseman and his men, their riders could get their faster then his rising men. Two pirates never meant just that, always would there be more like coke roaches, where there was one there were more. Maahes felt the pirates and the insects no different, but here would be the chance for the two nations to work together. Armed with only the dagger Maahes moved towards the direction of the child, and for a moment he thought that perhaps he was lost in a dream. Lochlan was long gone, their Queen dead, and the twins were thought to be dead. Could the boy have survived?(d
Beyond SaIvation: The pirate on the ground rolled over, his wound mixing with sand which made him nearly start crying in pain. The second pirate kicked Saul's sword from his hand and threw him upon his shoulder. Saul hit his back, but it did no good. They stopped by the one on the ground. ``Get up, Jac!`` --``I'm tryin'!`` He forced himself up and grabbed the downed cutlass. They tried to run, but some of the more nimble Avarians were catching up.(d)
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn was at a loss for what was happening, save that a young boy, from the sound of it, was tussling with someone. But who? Eamonn could not see the boy or Percival from his distance, nor for Maahes' strong frame. What the hell was going on now? When Maahes turned back to him and gave him an order, he frowned and narrowed his eyes. Well, now the Marshal was at a crossroad. Should he help defend a boy he did not know in these lands, or stay out of private affairs? Damn politics. He was not playing that game. Still staring up at the man, lips were pursed and he gave a sharp, loud whistle. The helm in his gloved hand was placed on his head once more as the sound of hooves echoed behind him as his small company of riders came, his scouting party. Finbar ran up behind them in the lead, and stopped beside his rider, snorting and snapping at Maahes. Swing upon the back and into the saddle, Eamonn wheeled the horse around as Maahes took off on foot. "TO THE BEACHES!" He commanded, taking the spear that was tossed to him by one of his horseman, and galloped pass Maahes and headed for the beaches. Upon arriving, ahead, the sight of men running, one with a young man over his shoulder. Eamonn sneered. "SURROUND THEM!" The Marshal ordered, the white horse tail attached to his helm whipping in the high winds as the company of riders moved and circled the men, spliting up to cut the pirates off and place them in the center of a ring of horses blocking their path. Spears were lowered and gleamed sharply as they were pointed at them. Eamonn came up, Finbar sliding between two other horses and snorting loudly. "DROP him." The husky voice sounded, forceful and firm. If wishes were not complied, Eamonn would give the order to run them all through to save the boy.
Aslan Burning: Here there was proof strength relied not only by numbers but by the speed that carried them as well. The riders would be first in, and Maahes would linger with his men in the back. Motions of a well-callused hand would have them scanning the surrounding shorelines and wildlife that kept the beaches at hand. The thin line between the shore and green would be stalked as the pack of wolves searched the land. "Keep one alive." His deep voice rattled from his chest as he stepped into the pirate's view. Arms flat to his side, his fists were balled as his lips curled back over his gritted teeth. Towering over the man as always two words would press past in a hiss, "Drop him." Sounding as if spoken to a dog. He would remind the man of the horseman's order and in many ways backing it up. Pirates were dirty he knew that, but he would hope this man would value his own life over Sauls and not kill the Prince just so neither side would win. (d
Beyond SaIvation: The kid was dropped to the ground, hard. He landed on his stomach and scampered away from the pair to hide behind Eamonn's flank. He was shivering with anger and fear. The men dropped their weapons, lowering to their knees on the ground. ``We're on our own..`` One whispered. ``Eight Gazes won't even notice..`` Jac replied. (d)
Emeritus Memoria: The horsemen glared down with a stoic, serious look upon their features as they held their spears lowered and at the ready and simply waiting for the command of the Marshal. However, this was not his kill, though by the looks of the people that they had encircled, they were nothing but common thieves. Eamonn sneered under the helm that he wore, and his lips were pressed together in a thin line. Maahes' unique voice sounded, and the horsemen parted only to let Maahes through. The boy was dropped like a sack of potatoes, and Eamonn rolled his eyes. Well, at least they dropped him without killing the boy. Weapons were discarded as well and they fell to their knees. "General, these men are yours to do with as you will." And urging Finbar forward, a heel tapped the stallion's flank, and with the spear, pushed their weapons away. and farther into the sands. "Next time, IF you are lucky to see another sunrise, you will think TWICE before delving in mischief in Skye." He spat out coldly, and backed Finbar up to blend into the circle of horses again, waiting for Maahes to take things under control.
Aslan Burning: There words sent the wheels rolling. Percvial really was a traitor to the thrown? He had heard Tommy speak that name, though trying to keep the two titles separate, but Maahes was not a fool. Even from him she was trying to protect her love. Was it jealousy or anger that made his skin crawl just then as the men fell to their knees? He would walk slowly around the pair as the child scrambled away, and a hand would come out to capture one pirate's chin to bring the man's eyes within his own. "Take the boy to the camps, this one.." He'd release the man's chin to turn back to the Marshal, "we will question. The other.." His palm turned the blade in his hand and would soon return it to the other pirates face, the long blade of the dagger finding the man's mouth and exiting through the back of his skull. Blood splattered and the man's gurgling voice was lost with his scream. He would return his blade then to his side, blood dripping from the iron edge. "we have no use for." Maahes turned with a motion of his hand and his men started to move out. One of the captains came up beside the beast and raising his voice in question. "Should I alert the King?" The man asked as the would turn his head back over his shoulder to watch the horsemen. Maahes's dark eyes passed over the man as he realized they knew of nothing that went on last night. "No, he will not receive it just yet."He'd stop in his tracks knowing that perhaps Saul needed medical attention, "Your..wife, now will you tell me where she is?" He knew the boy would be in safer arms until then, their camps were on the shore and he would no longer doubt Percival. Anger filled him as the realization that he truly was the enemy, and Maahes just let Tommy walk right on board. (d
Beyond SaIvation: Saul stared up at Eamonn when he spoke, the steed as mighty as the warrior atop of it. He was armored, armed, and scary, but he reminded Saul of Lochlan. Lochlan was a highlander back in Avaria, a tribesman cursed with a life of mistrust, yet Saul never knew the details of his life, nor was he able to understand them. Saul watched as the men hefted up Desmond, the pirate which had bested Saul, and carried him off to the camp to be interrogated. Saul motioned for the men to not touch him; if anything, he wished to remain untouched. He had seen too much to trust anyone, but it did not mean that he wasn't thankful. He reached up to grip the leather greeve of Eamonn, shaking it lightly. ``Thank you, my lord, thank you.. they were going to beat me for escaping again.. you..are a good man.`` Saul wasn't as gifted in words as his father was, he was still young, but he was grateful. Maahes was scary for Saul, and he was forced to look away when he killed the man in cold blood. Not that Saul didn't agree he should die, he didn't want to see it.-- A soldier placed his hand upon Saul's shoulder, and he cringed. ``My prince..`` Saul shook. ``Do not call me Prince, and please.. let go of me. `` The soldier did so with a confused look upon his face. (d0
Emeritus Memoria: Perhaps it was the sight of many spears and large creatures that made the men fall to their knees, seeing that it would be useless to resist or have any hope of escaping. In that, the men were smart, for Eamonn would have no problem running them through. The boy that had been dropped scrambled away from the fray and with good reason. Eamonn had no idea what Maahes had planned for these men, but it seemed that he would find out soon enough. One to be question, and the other was run through. Having seen blood and violence nearly all his life, the moment that blood squirted from the pirate's mouth did nothing to move Eamonn. Instead, he rolled his eyes. So much for him. Spears were lifted as the horsemen backed away and moved away from the dead body on the ground. Hazel eyes turned down to Saul as he gripped his leather with metal stamping greave. A thanks? Eamonn blinked, not expecting it, but nodded all the same. "No one shall lay an ill hand upon you. That I am sure of." With Maahes running things, he knew that Saul would be protected. Wheeling his horse around, Eamonn was about to head off with his riders, until the sound of Maahes touchedhis ears, and made him pause and glance over his shoulder. "Last I saw her she resided within the infirmary. If you go to seek her, I WILL escort you. I saw that dagger in your hand before, and I don't trust ANYONE I do not know well enough." He answered dryly, without fear of this man. Eamonn was protective of his wife, especially after having a man TRY to rape her, and before he met Aislin, one had succeeded. He was not about to let ANYONE ELSE do such. Finbar turned around, and Eamonn moved over to Maahes, watching him like a hawk. "What business have you with my wife? Other than the boy?" He asked again, wanting an answer.
Aslan Burning: "My own son." Would be all the man would get as dark eyes fell over Saul, why would he deny his birth right? Maahes never liked Lochlan, and always made that known however he would not have thought the child would be so bitter towards his own name. Lightning flashed in the distance and thunder was quick to follow, and Maahes would only press in further. They had much to do before the night fell, and the General would need to find his king. (d
Emeritus Memoria: The weather of Scotland and the Isles that surrounded it were harsher than perhaps that of other continents. Storms were frequent and it rained many times, that was what made the lands so green. Though, it was still different than that of Sevenwaters. Truth be known, he had only been a citizen of Scotland and her islands for near two years now, but his travels all over the Isle of Skye had forced him to become familiar with all the lands. He had great understanding for the world around them, for his duty took him far and beyond, at least as far as the isle extended. The fight that had broken out was not of Skye business, despite it taking place on their soil. Why should he care about the civil matters of another nation in question? It was personal affair, not public, and there was a difference. That had been the same battle that was driving a wedge between a father and their son, biological or not. Eamonn did not know Maahes, but his lack of proper parenting was easy to see, even from a many who was just as military orient as the lug. Still, children so young as he that were much like Galen did not understand the ways of war and military practices. By Galen's age he was already trying to be a solider, but then the men of Sevenwaters were accustomed to it so young. It was different for people like Maahes and Eamonn. The winds had picked up, whipping his blonde hair about as the helm was removed. "Looks to be a storm on the horizon." He uttered to the rider beside him as the tall Marshal fastened the saddle to Finbar's back and moved to the bridle, making sure that it was secure and snug upon the dapple grey stallion's long face.
Aslan Burning: Maahes had never known anything other then war and battle. From the moment he took his first breath his destiny was known. His childhood was spent in an arena defending his own life and will tested on a daily bases. So he was giving Galen all he knew, all that was normal. He was not as eager to go play as so many others were, and often criticized the child for spending too much time chasing crabs instead of practicing. Perhaps it was a fear, a fear that when he was gone Galen could not defend himself as too often he relied on his father. Deep down no matter what Galen knew that Maahes would be there, he had made a promise, and this Egyptian kept them. Through the gates the Avarian general would press in the direction of the riders. His dark gaze low and lips flat against stoic features he would speak in his deep raspy voice, "Where is your woman." the barbaric undertone clear in his thickly clad accent. Woman, being wife of course, and he would make no attempt to correct him. (d
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn patted the shoulder of his faithful steed, the horse that had taken him through many dangers, and did not leave him. Eamonn had spent more than half his life devoted to battle and war, what childhood he had was ripped from him at the death of his father. A young boy, who should have been thinking about horses, was thinking about death and despair. Alone, his mother raised him, even when his father was off fighting on a distant plain. Was it so wrong to strive to be like your father? Just had Eamonn yearned to follow in the footsteps of his sire, Galen did so as well, wanting to make Maahes proud. Glancing to the side, the armored Marshal arched a brow, and his eyes narrowed. That man from the tavern, and the other night as well. What the hell did he want now? Tensing, Eamonn lifted his chin up proudly and with a mirrored stoic expression, he replied. "She is not here. Why?" Eamonn did not know this man,and he had done too much to make sure that Aislin stayed safe. The last he had seen her she had been in the infirmary with other nurses, but that had been some hours ago.
Aslan Burning: The smell of the horses turned the man's stomach or perhaps it was that pretty blond hair this rider had. He'd stop his steps to square away his shoulders, the sound of muscles and bones cracking with the stretch. He would offer this man no explanation but simply stare him down before moving in the direction of the healing hall she had once taken him. He would find her there, and everything about Maahes's body screamed of the hunt. Idle hands would turn the handle of a dagger over and over. The knife had perhaps been missed at first but as the torch lights traveled over the iron the shine could not be missed. Was he going to kill her? Maahes was a ticking time bomb that was mostly cold and dormant, but with the pass of events it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge. Perhaps Eamonn would know this, as they both were on the same ship of sanity. "I'll find her myself." He muttered under his breath as the stone path met his steps. Maahes was not going to kill her, but knew Galen was fond of her; hope they were together. (d
Beyond SaIvation: The wind blew, carrying those telltale signs of a storm brewing from the east. Sand kipped up and swirled about. Maahes and Eamonn were not the only ones present on the beach. There were three others. One was leading, running as fast as he could. He was a boy, his hair hand cut short around his shoulders. He looked around frantically. ``Come back 'ere, boy!`` They yelled after him. Blood trailed from his lip and his chin where he had a large gash. He'd look familiar to Maahes because Maahes would have seen this one with a Knight named Lochlan weeks ago. The kid glanced back as the pirates seemed to only grow closer, their anger showing.-- While Percival had made camp the night before, and Saul was placed in the charge of two of the newest crewmembers. Two guys Percival knew Saul would escape from. Thirteen years old, he was a spitting image of his father, and he'd even gained some height. He pumped his arms.. seeing the two up ahead.. ``HELP!``.. He screamed.. just as a rock nailed him on the side of his head. He hit the ground and the pirates caught up to him. Saul winced in pain on the ground, staring up with blurry vision as they stood above him. One man reached down and hefted him up by his tattered shirt. ``Blimey kid.. yer gonna cost us our job..`` Saul played dead weight, making it hard for the man to hold him up. His fingers laced around the cutlass handle of the man's sword, and he was forced to set him down. ``Christ, heavy bloat... UNGH!`` Saul yanked the cutlass free while the other two were looking down beach. The sword cut the man across his unarmored chest and he moaned in pain. The second man drew his smaller short sword, and batted Saul's to the ground. ``HELP!`` Saul yelled again.. ducking under a swing by tumbling forward and claiming the cutlass again.. Lochlan had taught him that move..(d)
Emeritus Memoria: Horses were the backbone of the Sevenwaters kingdom. They had been praised and their horses were prized among foreigners. Masters of the Equine, some said, and while Eamonn was a soldier, he had his share of dealing with horses and breeding them, as most men in Sevenwaters were. He smelt of horses and dirt, but did he care? Not at all. Vanity was farthest from the man's mind as the giant of a man step forward. When no explanation came as to the whereabouts of his wife, Eamonn sneered and narrowed his eyes into thin slits, hazel orbs turning green with angry. Where was he going? To find her himself, and in the light, the steel in his hand gleamed, and Eamonn's eyes widened. A hand was placed on the hilt and the Marshal sprang before Maahes, cutting him off. "Remember where YOU are. What business have you with MY wife?" He growled out, unafraid of this man's height, as it were. A scuffle that was not far from the gates of Turas Lan caught his ears, and even though he was glaring up into the eyes of Maahes, he glanced around the man for the moment, arching a brow, before turning back to Maahes. "You WILL answer me or turn and dismiss, man of Avaria." He said again, standing there stiffly with a gloved hand on the hilt of his sword just in case. "Put your weapon AWAY, sir."
Aslan Burning: The words of the hotheaded pretty boy were lost as the child's cry for help rang in. The very hand that held his dagger pressed the man against the path. His men were in an ear's range of the child and quickly rose to their feet. "The Prince..the prince..he's alive." Spoke their voices in a around and like most Avarian's they would act without the need of direction. The word help was a universal language of move. Eamonn's eyes were met again with the dark amber of his own. "Surround the men, do not let them escape." He was placing faith in the man knowing that somewhere under that mop of blond there was a mind for war, he had seen it..he did just challenge him didn't he? (Meaning Eamonn was brave enough, not too many were) He knew the strength of the horseman and his men, their riders could get their faster then his rising men. Two pirates never meant just that, always would there be more like coke roaches, where there was one there were more. Maahes felt the pirates and the insects no different, but here would be the chance for the two nations to work together. Armed with only the dagger Maahes moved towards the direction of the child, and for a moment he thought that perhaps he was lost in a dream. Lochlan was long gone, their Queen dead, and the twins were thought to be dead. Could the boy have survived?(d
Beyond SaIvation: The pirate on the ground rolled over, his wound mixing with sand which made him nearly start crying in pain. The second pirate kicked Saul's sword from his hand and threw him upon his shoulder. Saul hit his back, but it did no good. They stopped by the one on the ground. ``Get up, Jac!`` --``I'm tryin'!`` He forced himself up and grabbed the downed cutlass. They tried to run, but some of the more nimble Avarians were catching up.(d)
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn was at a loss for what was happening, save that a young boy, from the sound of it, was tussling with someone. But who? Eamonn could not see the boy or Percival from his distance, nor for Maahes' strong frame. What the hell was going on now? When Maahes turned back to him and gave him an order, he frowned and narrowed his eyes. Well, now the Marshal was at a crossroad. Should he help defend a boy he did not know in these lands, or stay out of private affairs? Damn politics. He was not playing that game. Still staring up at the man, lips were pursed and he gave a sharp, loud whistle. The helm in his gloved hand was placed on his head once more as the sound of hooves echoed behind him as his small company of riders came, his scouting party. Finbar ran up behind them in the lead, and stopped beside his rider, snorting and snapping at Maahes. Swing upon the back and into the saddle, Eamonn wheeled the horse around as Maahes took off on foot. "TO THE BEACHES!" He commanded, taking the spear that was tossed to him by one of his horseman, and galloped pass Maahes and headed for the beaches. Upon arriving, ahead, the sight of men running, one with a young man over his shoulder. Eamonn sneered. "SURROUND THEM!" The Marshal ordered, the white horse tail attached to his helm whipping in the high winds as the company of riders moved and circled the men, spliting up to cut the pirates off and place them in the center of a ring of horses blocking their path. Spears were lowered and gleamed sharply as they were pointed at them. Eamonn came up, Finbar sliding between two other horses and snorting loudly. "DROP him." The husky voice sounded, forceful and firm. If wishes were not complied, Eamonn would give the order to run them all through to save the boy.
Aslan Burning: Here there was proof strength relied not only by numbers but by the speed that carried them as well. The riders would be first in, and Maahes would linger with his men in the back. Motions of a well-callused hand would have them scanning the surrounding shorelines and wildlife that kept the beaches at hand. The thin line between the shore and green would be stalked as the pack of wolves searched the land. "Keep one alive." His deep voice rattled from his chest as he stepped into the pirate's view. Arms flat to his side, his fists were balled as his lips curled back over his gritted teeth. Towering over the man as always two words would press past in a hiss, "Drop him." Sounding as if spoken to a dog. He would remind the man of the horseman's order and in many ways backing it up. Pirates were dirty he knew that, but he would hope this man would value his own life over Sauls and not kill the Prince just so neither side would win. (d
Beyond SaIvation: The kid was dropped to the ground, hard. He landed on his stomach and scampered away from the pair to hide behind Eamonn's flank. He was shivering with anger and fear. The men dropped their weapons, lowering to their knees on the ground. ``We're on our own..`` One whispered. ``Eight Gazes won't even notice..`` Jac replied. (d)
Emeritus Memoria: The horsemen glared down with a stoic, serious look upon their features as they held their spears lowered and at the ready and simply waiting for the command of the Marshal. However, this was not his kill, though by the looks of the people that they had encircled, they were nothing but common thieves. Eamonn sneered under the helm that he wore, and his lips were pressed together in a thin line. Maahes' unique voice sounded, and the horsemen parted only to let Maahes through. The boy was dropped like a sack of potatoes, and Eamonn rolled his eyes. Well, at least they dropped him without killing the boy. Weapons were discarded as well and they fell to their knees. "General, these men are yours to do with as you will." And urging Finbar forward, a heel tapped the stallion's flank, and with the spear, pushed their weapons away. and farther into the sands. "Next time, IF you are lucky to see another sunrise, you will think TWICE before delving in mischief in Skye." He spat out coldly, and backed Finbar up to blend into the circle of horses again, waiting for Maahes to take things under control.
Aslan Burning: There words sent the wheels rolling. Percvial really was a traitor to the thrown? He had heard Tommy speak that name, though trying to keep the two titles separate, but Maahes was not a fool. Even from him she was trying to protect her love. Was it jealousy or anger that made his skin crawl just then as the men fell to their knees? He would walk slowly around the pair as the child scrambled away, and a hand would come out to capture one pirate's chin to bring the man's eyes within his own. "Take the boy to the camps, this one.." He'd release the man's chin to turn back to the Marshal, "we will question. The other.." His palm turned the blade in his hand and would soon return it to the other pirates face, the long blade of the dagger finding the man's mouth and exiting through the back of his skull. Blood splattered and the man's gurgling voice was lost with his scream. He would return his blade then to his side, blood dripping from the iron edge. "we have no use for." Maahes turned with a motion of his hand and his men started to move out. One of the captains came up beside the beast and raising his voice in question. "Should I alert the King?" The man asked as the would turn his head back over his shoulder to watch the horsemen. Maahes's dark eyes passed over the man as he realized they knew of nothing that went on last night. "No, he will not receive it just yet."He'd stop in his tracks knowing that perhaps Saul needed medical attention, "Your..wife, now will you tell me where she is?" He knew the boy would be in safer arms until then, their camps were on the shore and he would no longer doubt Percival. Anger filled him as the realization that he truly was the enemy, and Maahes just let Tommy walk right on board. (d
Beyond SaIvation: Saul stared up at Eamonn when he spoke, the steed as mighty as the warrior atop of it. He was armored, armed, and scary, but he reminded Saul of Lochlan. Lochlan was a highlander back in Avaria, a tribesman cursed with a life of mistrust, yet Saul never knew the details of his life, nor was he able to understand them. Saul watched as the men hefted up Desmond, the pirate which had bested Saul, and carried him off to the camp to be interrogated. Saul motioned for the men to not touch him; if anything, he wished to remain untouched. He had seen too much to trust anyone, but it did not mean that he wasn't thankful. He reached up to grip the leather greeve of Eamonn, shaking it lightly. ``Thank you, my lord, thank you.. they were going to beat me for escaping again.. you..are a good man.`` Saul wasn't as gifted in words as his father was, he was still young, but he was grateful. Maahes was scary for Saul, and he was forced to look away when he killed the man in cold blood. Not that Saul didn't agree he should die, he didn't want to see it.-- A soldier placed his hand upon Saul's shoulder, and he cringed. ``My prince..`` Saul shook. ``Do not call me Prince, and please.. let go of me. `` The soldier did so with a confused look upon his face. (d0
Emeritus Memoria: Perhaps it was the sight of many spears and large creatures that made the men fall to their knees, seeing that it would be useless to resist or have any hope of escaping. In that, the men were smart, for Eamonn would have no problem running them through. The boy that had been dropped scrambled away from the fray and with good reason. Eamonn had no idea what Maahes had planned for these men, but it seemed that he would find out soon enough. One to be question, and the other was run through. Having seen blood and violence nearly all his life, the moment that blood squirted from the pirate's mouth did nothing to move Eamonn. Instead, he rolled his eyes. So much for him. Spears were lifted as the horsemen backed away and moved away from the dead body on the ground. Hazel eyes turned down to Saul as he gripped his leather with metal stamping greave. A thanks? Eamonn blinked, not expecting it, but nodded all the same. "No one shall lay an ill hand upon you. That I am sure of." With Maahes running things, he knew that Saul would be protected. Wheeling his horse around, Eamonn was about to head off with his riders, until the sound of Maahes touchedhis ears, and made him pause and glance over his shoulder. "Last I saw her she resided within the infirmary. If you go to seek her, I WILL escort you. I saw that dagger in your hand before, and I don't trust ANYONE I do not know well enough." He answered dryly, without fear of this man. Eamonn was protective of his wife, especially after having a man TRY to rape her, and before he met Aislin, one had succeeded. He was not about to let ANYONE ELSE do such. Finbar turned around, and Eamonn moved over to Maahes, watching him like a hawk. "What business have you with my wife? Other than the boy?" He asked again, wanting an answer.
Aslan Burning: "My own son." Would be all the man would get as dark eyes fell over Saul, why would he deny his birth right? Maahes never liked Lochlan, and always made that known however he would not have thought the child would be so bitter towards his own name. Lightning flashed in the distance and thunder was quick to follow, and Maahes would only press in further. They had much to do before the night fell, and the General would need to find his king. (d
