Tag: Revenge
KOR LACHNIS: <So - how does it satisfy thy hatred now, my son? To see her thus?>
GORSHASH: <I think that God has delivered her into our hands for His own purposes. And my hatred delights in it. >
KOR LACHNIS: < Speak to her. See if she understands what has happened.>
IPOLA: *sigh,,,* I understand. Everything - and now so many things make more sense.
KOR LACHNIS: <What says she?>
GORSHASH: <She says, Lord, that she does understand.>
KOR LACHNIS: <Ah, so she hath speech in thy tongue. I had forgot that thou didst so say.> <Ahh yes. And how old art thou, woman? By my reck thou dost seem younger than the years that should hang on thee, from what I am told.>
IPOLA: (In Erogenian) <Eat. Shit..>
KOR LACHNIS: <Ahah! Now we see the true Erogenian spirit! It pleases me that, after all these ages, our tongue is still known well enough for thee to curse at me in it.> <But my interest in thy years is professional, nothing more. Let us see. By the account I have of thee, thou shouldst be … some few years shy of two score and ten, and yet seem so much more fit and young. Thou may’st thank me for that. > (In Urttish) < Oh, Owner Gorshash, didst thou know that we, in our experiments, did not merely create all the servants and slaves of Erogenia, but did naturally improve our own seed. <We had only begun cautiously, of course - improving appearance - such attributes as thou seest which were pleasing to us in our women, naturally. <But also strength, life span, resistance to disease and so forth.> In time, uninterrupted, we could have made ours a race of immortal gods. But, foolishly, the followers of the Moon rebelled and interrupted our work. >
IPOLA: <And when we defeated you, ultimately you decided to run like a coward.>
KOR LACHNIS: <Have a care, woman. I ->
IPOLA: <Gosh! I’d better be careful, otherwise I might get in trouble. >
TETHIK: Well, at least he didn’t kill you, fellow. Dammit! Fool, I should have - (sees a note with the ring on top of it)
“THANN: My Lord Tethik, Sorry to disappoint you, but now that Mommy’s not holding my hand, I decided I didn’t want to wait around for you to try to kill me. Trust me, it wouldn’t have ended well for you, and while I know we’re not friends, I don’t like killing people for free if I can help it. Do yourself a favor and don’t try to find me.
Thann”
TETHIK: Bastard.
TRANSCRIPT:
As they retreat they hear “It’s fine. All fine. It’s just fine …”
GUDIK: I have to say, stopping this war does seem like it was Divine Intervention. Maybe these two are a … portent.
TORIAN: We can hope so. But it will take more dan portents. God obviously means for his Chosen to take part in de comin’ trial. De Final Days, as are foretol’. But our armies leave behin’ much dat is broken in dis great mistake, for such we migh’ jus’ly call it. I have your promise to undo what can be undone, help to rebuil’ what has been broken, and feed and clot’ de maimed and orphaned.
GUDIK: If we all survive, Princip, I will put gold and men in service of doing just that, by God and my crown. I give the responsibility of negotiating and organizing the particulars to my cousin. I think there’s no better hands I could leave it in.
TETHIK: Yes, your Majesty.
GUDIK: Pity you’ll miss all the fighting. It’s going to be a jolly great war!
TETHIK: My sword won’t make that big a difference in the battles you’re facing, cousin. And if you lose - well, we’ll have enough to do here in the East. (sudden thought) Speaking of which, if you’ll excuse me, gentle lords, there is one last personal detail I need to tend to.
TETHIK: (furious) Thrasu’s BALLS!
