Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/The Flow of Weakness
Erik took a deep breath after greeting Sir Ivo and move away slowly while a scribe said something in his ear. His body was still tense after the training match. The duelists chose an aggressive style and the blows had been persistent and intense. The Duke withdrew his gauntlet and ran his hand over his sweaty forehead. It was always a great pleasure to find a good opponent and Sir Ivo had done very well in the last tournament. Despite the defeat, Erik enjoyed the good fight and that was a good way to prepare for war. Was the scribe with the bad news that irritated him as they walked to the Ivory Tower.
Erik Eyolf: “Then they decided to let the Flow stay among us even with Gabriella among them, leading them! After Fontan disappear, this scum will continue in the East Continent, attached to this last hope until the Flow disappears and nothing remains for them here. Damn merciful realm of leaping-elves. They will expect that the supremacy of Caligus or another realm decide the Flow must be eradicated. Merciful and stupid weakness!!! And worse, when they decide this, Sirion will swing the tail like an obedient dog. Or you see someone questioning the charge made in the south? They spit in my work. Worshippers of forgiveness! They were crying and complaining like children while the blood flowed. Now they are patient, symbols of tolerance. Before they never had been ashamed to ask me to torture and hang these fanatics. They begged to burn the temples to the ground. Now they allow them to keep this structure under our flag, allowing us to have a bond with that slag. Again they allow these evil minorities remain here, giving them opportunities to continue breathing. Maybe in the next war we should take their regions and return them to the former Lords. Or maybe we should not fight. For what? To offer a second chance? They live in a world of dreams.”
Furious, Erik seized the sword and violently slashed the neck of a statue in his way, making the stone head smash on the ground. Some courtiers looked astonished at the image of the Silver Dragon roaring and snorting angrily.
Erik Eyolf: "Gabriella was right. They should like to hug trees. Sissies! Fortunately we can march. That's the result of peaceful times: let everyone loose. Let's see if the blood gives a reality shock in that people. They harden in difficult times but open their legs like cheap whores, spoiled with the victory.”
The scribe didn’t dare to question the vulgar language vociferated by his Duke. The servants knew his temperament, sometimes serene like a cloud but also unrestrained like a storm. A little of blood and enemies to mutilate would calm down the warrior. It was useless to argue. He couldn’t push his own vision down their throats, just survive with the differences no matter how stupid they might be... and usually were.
Erik Eyolf: “Send my orders to Captain Andre. We will march. I need to leave Sirion behind. I forget how much is tedious and annoying to be here discussing with these bureaucrats. Let's take one more triumph for Sirion, so they may shut up the mouth. Until then let's hope Caligus continue taking the tough decisions. So, Sirion may look the nice realm of dancing elves as they like to sell, believing that someone really cares about this stupid propaganda or even believe this crap.”
Enraged he pushed the doors of the harem, feeling the perfume invading his nostrils. They definitely smelled better than Sir Ivo. So it was possible to forget for a moment the antagonistic world out there. Maybe the Primer Minister could also open his eyes and reconsider his opinion after listening to Sir Ilias and others with more zeal than some propagandists of mercy and forgiveness. Some people need more than a slap to realize they are beaten. And some like enough to be slapped again.
