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eastbound2023-02-19 02:52 am
northerndragon) wrote in eastbound2023-02-19 02:52 am
un: whitewolf / video: ota / text: private to Vanessa Ives / forward dated to 2 March
[Jon Snow has looked better, but he's also looked worse. His dark hair is not pulled back smoothly, as it typically is; curls escape to hang around his face. He has small wounds, nothing too recent, a scabby scrape on his cheek. His expression is complicated: troubled, angry, disgusted, but all in a quiet way.]
I've just returned from a meeting with Rathakku.
He makes an offer. He will withdraw his forces from Alem and allow evacuation, if --
[(his lips press together; this is clearly the part that he mislikes so greatly)]
Ten of us agree to join his ranks. Ten, and Deimar, as the dead who walk, who fight for Rathakku.
[A hard shake of his head.]
If this is enough for him -- if he has the fortress, I think the lives of those who leave are like to be forfeit either way. But I think they may leave ten of us tied in the yard to have that chance.
Half, then twelve, then ten. The numbers keep getting smaller.
I say none.
[He has decided, perhaps, that he does not wish to negotiate with undead lords after all.]
[PRIVATE TO VANESSA IVES]
My lady, I have what you wanted.
[OOC: Mod post for volunteers! Hit it up if it's a "yes" from your character.]
I've just returned from a meeting with Rathakku.
He makes an offer. He will withdraw his forces from Alem and allow evacuation, if --
[(his lips press together; this is clearly the part that he mislikes so greatly)]
Ten of us agree to join his ranks. Ten, and Deimar, as the dead who walk, who fight for Rathakku.
[A hard shake of his head.]
If this is enough for him -- if he has the fortress, I think the lives of those who leave are like to be forfeit either way. But I think they may leave ten of us tied in the yard to have that chance.
Half, then twelve, then ten. The numbers keep getting smaller.
I say none.
[He has decided, perhaps, that he does not wish to negotiate with undead lords after all.]
[PRIVATE TO VANESSA IVES]
My lady, I have what you wanted.
[OOC: Mod post for volunteers! Hit it up if it's a "yes" from your character.]
un: absterge
Concede to evil once, concede unto eternity.
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If he makes any offer at all, he fears that he might lose. I do not think he means his offer as a kindness.
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As you have said: to humble.
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