Tag: Monster
TRANSCRIPT:
IPOLA: Thanks. He talked … too much.
GORSHASH: No, I will not have your thanks. I will have nothing from you.
IPOLA: So - are we going a few rounds, then... you and me?
GORSHASH: No. Clothe yourself. Take your weapons. I will arrange for a mount and that you may leave this sacred place. If you take care you may find your way home past our sentries and patrols.
IPOLA: Okay. Care to tell me why?
GORSHASH: You already know, I think.
IPOLA: Humor me for a moment.
GORSHASH: Because I wish for Kor Lachnis’ words to be a lie. I will make it so that Urtts owe nothing to him - or to you. We will owe nothing to your kind. We will be the makers of ourselves, and we will be the ones to defeat and destroy you - even as you swore you would do to the Urtt those years ago. Eroghen shall die, its memory forgotten. And, in time, Urtts will make our own slaves, even the degraded eshtakks will be wiped out - and you will be as if you had never been.
KOR LACHNIS: <Now, woman, trapped as thou surely art now, must thou yield! >
IPOLA: <You’re a slow learner, aren’t you? Unlike you, I don’t fear death, and I will never surrender to you. You will have to kill me. > <And you’d better do it quickly before I have a chance to recover.>
KOR LACHNIS: (admiringly) <See now, Owner Gorshash, the steel in the soul of an Erogenian? Of such are all true Erogenians made. And when thou look’st in thy heart and findest strength, it is of this stamp, and cometh from Eroghen. All dost thou owe unto Shuach and to thy makers, my people. Shuach granted us this power - and these will never bow to thee, but only to Him through m --! >
While he was monologuing Gorshash was behind him and plunged a blade into his heart.
KOR LACHNIS: (Blood bubbling from his mouth) Hah hhh … hahahaha! Oh, my … my son. That … is … perfect …
Kor Lachnis dies.
KOR LACHNIS: <Hah! Well, such a female should definitely be bred. Eshtatkk!>
ESHTAKK: <Yes, owner?>
KOR LACHNIS: <Wouldst thou like to breed this one?>
ESHTAKK: <I … will do what owner says to do … and like what owner says I may like.>
KOR LACHNIS: <Quite.>
IPOLA: Pitiful.
KOR LACHNIS: <Nonetheless, methinks thou shalt enjoy the thing for its own sake. Take care you do her no lasting physical harm. >
ESHTAKK: <Yes, owner.>
KOR LACHNIS: <Come, my son - let us leave these lovers to their pleasure. I have some details to attend to …>
GORSHASH: <Lord, this one should be closely watched, and by …>
KOR LACHNIS: <Tut-tut, Owner Gorshash. She is but a woman, and chained. Yon eshtakku is quite capable of taking her and, we hope, teaching a lesson in humility>
GORSHASH: <As … you say, lord.>
Door shut. Eshtakk grins lasciviously, approaches Ipola
ESHTAKK: <You’re … very very pretty …>
IPOLA: <Oh, thanks.>
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Riderless, the dragon flies off.
Ipola surveys her dead enemies, and her dead friend.
IPOLA: Hrraarch ... Oh, Luna, how can I ever balance this?
KOR LACHNIS: Thuu-duthracani!
IPOLA: AAGH!
A sudden magick bolt takes Ipola from behind - she is down.
KOR LACHNIS: <Marvelous. So unexpected ... And so completely marvelous! Take her back to the temple. >
YATTA: By Thrasu’s sacred blood, Zona! You return to us!
MENTL: Hey, Chuckles.
YATTA: Hah-hah! And Mentl, my old friend! (big hug) What a joy to see you!
TULA: (approaches) Yatta-ta …
YATTA: Your Highness! What an unexpected honor …
TULA: (seriously) Yatta-ta.
YATTA: What?
TULA: Sheahla.
YATTA: What -- I mean, we were … separated in the ...
TULA: I’m sorry. She was already gone when I got to her …
YATTA: Ohhh … ohh ...
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MENTL: Here - have some kishir. I’ll see what I can do about immobilizing the arm - but not sure how good my healing magick is, just yet. I’ll let Tula handle you when she’s got a minute. Nothing personal, just don’t want to do more harm than good.
Easy, dude. Chera’s stuff may be a little stronger than you’re used to. Although, in your case that’s not a bad thing.
RANNIK: Shouldn’t you be helping the battle, then - enchanter?
MENTL: Zona’s got it. It’s been awhile since she could really cut loose like this. And honestly, I might just get in the way.
ON ZONA having a perfectly wonderful time butchering Urtts (“This is GREAT!”)
RANNIK: Yes. Yes, we’ve missed her.
MENTL: I’ll bet.
RANNIK: I look … forward to hearing your story.
Guntig morphs from hawk to human right next to them.
MENTL:GAH!
GUNTIG: Either help or get out of the way.
MENTL: Uhh … your patient.
TULA: Fiz?! Fiz! Goddess, Fiz, please ...
FIZ: Puh-princess ...Y-your face … is as beautiful as the sky …
TULA: Ohh - you’re a sweetie. Looks like you could use some help.
FIZ: Oh … I suh-seem to be … dying …
TULA: Not today. (begins healing him)
MENTL: Hey, Stud.
RANNIK: “Mentl” - right?
MENTL: Yup.
RANNIK: I am … Rannik.
MENTL: Of course you are. (pause) With a busted wing, no less.
RANNIK: Ohh - just a … scratch.
MENTL: (examines him) Crap - that’s nasty. Bet it smarts, too.
RANNIK: Your gift for understatement is … impressive. Can you heal it?`
