Grig Tyrell Roleplay
Day Nov 8 2005
While Grig was making dinner for his men a messenger approached.
"Sir Grig, Ikalak city has been attacked again.", the messenger said.
"Did we repel them? And who would dare!?!" Grig replied
"No sir, we lost again Taselak, it was said that Taselak brought in a larger force and overwhelmed the city", claimed the messenger, feeling a bit uneasy, and Grig was now cutting some lamb pieces for a stew. Slamming down the knife hard, Grig split the tender lamb chop easily in half, but he was clearly upset by recent events. Grig dismisses the messenger, and begins to boil the meat and starts to add seasoning.
A member of Grig's unit, a big barrel chested axe thrower, cautiously approaches Grig. Surprised Grig,Grig grabs the knife, covered in sheep remanants, faster than you can blink and turns on his heels apparently fearing the man was an assassin. The man backsteps a couple of times, very scared of his commander, and Grig's shoulders relax and his knife hand drops to his side. "I thought you were a Sandalak assassin coming for me.", says Grig.
"No, I heard word about our city, a terrible loss. Are you ok my commander?", the big man asks, no knowing what to expect, but hoping it was something beneign so that he could eat soon.
"Oh yeah Ikalak city, it seems a number of nobles do not care anymore, and do as they please these days. And Sandalak! They are wagging the dog, dangling a carrot in front of us so that Taselak can turn around and attack our city again! I feel that we have been had, and this is surely the hand of Boswick and Sebastian, and Taselak is mean pack of dogs doing their bidding. My good man, we were distined to conquer this island, what has become of us, we almost had Taselak defeated, twice, at various time, at one time Sandalak was tetering on the blink of collapse. And now.... Our city has been breached - twice... I do not know if I can bare the thought of surviving if our city flies a different flag, I would sooner kill himself or die in an honorable battle defending it" Grig looks at the knife in contemplation, is this the time?
"Sir?", the big man pleads, "Our wives and children need you to lead us and protect our city. The hope is not lost until every able person in Ikalak is killed."
Dropping the knife and the fire comes back to Grig's eyes. Grig replies, "Yes you are right, and I shall rejoice in every man that I slaughter under the command of Sebastian and Boswick, if it weren't for those two this would have never come to pass!"
Night Sept 8 2005
Grig descends down into the dungeons...
Turning to a lady dungeon keeper, "Adrasteia, please fetch Tancred from his cell."
"Yes, my lordship, I shall make sure this one is fit to see you", Adrasteia says as she grabs her brass knuckles and smiles back at Grig, "These are to soften him up some so that he does not attempt to get far." She walks down the dark stone hall, grabs the keys at he side and proceeds to open the cell. "Tancred! Sit up, I shall take you to see the Grand Justicar, Grig. In case you don't know respect I shall give you a refesher." Adrasteia enters the cell, leaving the door open.
There is the sound of snaps and what sounds like body blows. A few screams erupt, but it becomes apparent that this nolbe is being submissive. A few moments later Adrasteia appears with Tancred in front of her, she's holding his arm up high behind his back.
"Tancred, I hope you have enjoyed our finest ameneties in Ikalak. I hope my made use of the pool of water and bathed your barbaric skin, for today I am releasing you back to your realm. Now, I shall have Adrasteia here escort you out of our dungeons. I hope that you shall no longer bring your sword against Ikalak."
The lady goaler blinds folders Tancred, and escorts him out...
