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| − | Rathan grinned as his soldiers marched on, fearless, unthinking. His experiment had gone well, and the results were perfect. It was a shame they had to die, but Rathan had brought his work with him. Using the confusion generated by the battle, Rathan slipped into the city, and quickly found his way to Sorsha's chamber, after evading a number of guards. He knocked on her door and patiently waited.
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| − | It had taken a while and Sorsha’s hair was finally done. Her long dark brown hair hung loosely in cascading curls down her back, with beautiful white flowers entwined into several strands. The sides had been swept up to sit on her head, wrapped into tight curls in an extravagant display of sapphires which reflected the light when she moved.
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| − | Her servants had only just left, as she’d asked for a moment alone and they would return shortly with some food. There came a knock at the door and she frowned. She walked over to the door and opened it.
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| − | When she did, her hand fell away from the handle, her mouth dropped open in shock and her eyes widened.
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| − | Rathan stood before her, his elaborate blue and gold robes hanging about him. He carried a black staff, and a sword hung at his side. He looked at her and shook his head.
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| − | "This is the greeting I get a'thaisce? Not a 'hi', or a 'I'm glad the King's soldiers didn't make you into a pincushion!" he said jokingly and before she could react, he stepped in and kissed her.
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| − | "Have you thought of what I've said?"
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| − | Sorsha couldn’t even speak, she was too shocked. Then when Rathan kissed her, she returned the kiss out of rote, too numb to even think about what she was doing. When he pulled away, she opened her eyes and this time her brain caught up to her and she slapped him.
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| − | Her eyes filled with tears and she walked back. “How dare you ask me this? And on my wedding day! How could you do this to me?” she whispered her voice breaking.
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| − | “No Rathan, I will not go with you,” she told him. “I have made my choice.”
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| − | She then snapped her fingers and out from behind curtains in her rooms, and from behind Rathan several guards suddenly appeared.
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| − | “I’m sorry,” she told him as the guards took hold of him. “I never wanted it to be like this for you.”
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| − | She then looked down, “take him away to the dungeons.”
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| − | Rathan glared at her, his eyes cold, the usual loving expression he gave her was gone, replaced with a murderous hate.
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| − | "So be it. This won't end well for you."
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| − | His movements were quick, and the guards fell, one by one, knives in their throats. He drew his sword and glared at her, shaking his head. Even the markings on his forehead, the mysterious eyes, seemed to mirror his hate.
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| − | "Get a blade." he commanded, coldly.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | Sorsha had known the moment he began sending her letters, he was going to make it to her somehow. This was the dread she had felt in the pit of her stomach… she had known and had not told anyone.
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| − | Sorsha was still wearing her leathers, blood red today, how fitting. She didn’t have to go far for a blade. She slowly pulled out the two scythed daggers at her belt.
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| − | “As you wish,” she then instinctively reverted to the void, her strength. She flipped the daggers inwards, holding them blade flat and to the sides defensively and bent her knees, coiling herself for a fight.
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| − | If she was to do this, she would need to be somewhere where there were no emotions. No matter her decision, she had loved him but that love would be her downfall if she continued to be a slave to it.
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| − | She watched him quietly, her eyes empty. They stared each other down, and Sorsha circled her way around him. She had seen him fight several times now, she knew how he fought. He had seen her fight as well, but never like she was about to. Sorsha had earned her Guardian for a reason and he was about to find out.
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| − | Without so much as a hint of warning in her movements or her eyes, she slashed out once. He swiftly blocked it, but she was ready for him and slashed the outside of his arm with her other dagger. Almost without missing a breath, she slashed out with both blades aiming for his neck but he ducked away at the last moment. He came at her with one of his knives and she blocked it quickly and retaliated, cutting his left cheek. Immediately blood touched her blade and he hissed. Without pause, she pushed on and her boot then came out to his stomach and she sent him to the ground.
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| − | “You think you’re the only one who knows how to fight dirty Rathan?” she hissed, taunting him as he picked himself up from the ground. She was already at him, this time kicking him in the ribs and he grunted. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed her fist in his face, the dagger within her hand only adding to the brutal blow and she let him fall to the floor and heard one of his daggers clatter. “Remember when I told you we were perfect? Did you ever wonder why?” She cocked her head, her eyes narrowed. “It’s because I am your dark match… <i> My love </i>,” she sneered.
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| − | Now that she was in the void, her words were cold, ruthless and she would cut him in more ways than one.
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| − | Besides the searing pain in his cheek, he felt nothing but hate. Her words didn't affect him. He sneered at her, "I should have known the first time you used me. It's too easy to underestimate a woman. Most belong in the kitchen, or the bed. Very few can survive the world of men. You won't for much longer." and he lashed out with his staff, and scrambled backwards, onto his feet. His positioning wasn't ideal, and he was trapped between her, and a window. He readied himself, beckoning her to come and try again. He swore to himself he would kill her.
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| − | She then smirked at his words “Right… I used you? And what have you done to me?” she answered tonelessly.
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| − | “It is you who will not survive much longer…” she slashed out, but only to give him something to focus on, and then she kicked his staff out to the side and then grabbed it to pull towards her. She elbowed him in the face, and simultaneously kneed him in the groin.
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| − | “That one… I saved just for you,” she told him as his eyes closed tightly and she grabbed his face and gave him one last kiss. “Take that to your bed,” she said and then she sank her dagger into him.
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| − | Rathan's eyes widened and he gasped as the dagger pierced his chest. He looked at Sorsha in disbelief for a second, hate and pain overwhelming him. He spit in her face, a bloody foam. He lashed out, hitting her with his staff hard enough to knock her back, and staggered backwards.
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| − | "I never used you. I've stood against an entire realm for you. What has Mathias done?" he managed to choke out, before his eyes rolled back into his head, and he fell over backwards, and out the window, into the bay below.
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| − | Sorsha regained her footing and rushed to the window. She got there in time to see Rathan splash into the water below. She wiped her face and then rushed out of her room and down the hall. When she faced one of the guards, his eyes opened wide with shock and he staggered back at the bloody daggers in her hands.
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| − | “Go down to the bay below, you will find and retrieve Rathan Himoura’s body from the waters,” she ordered, and then she added to a different guard, “get the bodies out of my chamber.” She then approached a last guard. “I will now return to my personal chambers, I have a wedding to prepare for and NOTHING is going to get in my way, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!” she shouted to everyone around her and they all quickly nodded and withdrew.
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| − | Chadwick had been watching from afar, with a few of Rathan's retinue in tow. He shook his head at his master's foolishness. He had urged him not to go. The old man nearly had a stroke when he saw a man that could be none other than Rathan plummet from the tower, and into the waters below. He stayed back, and let Rathan's younger, more able servants go forth to retrieve what could only be their master's body. They returned in a hurry, breathless, and bearing the cold, pale form of Rathan. Chadwick shook his head sadly.
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| − | "Young master, you would have never found yourself in this situation if you listened to me once in a while..."
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| − | "Master Chadwick, we must be going, we aren't the only ones after Lord Himoura."
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