[RPG] [FEI] [SV] [NC] After the battle...

[Jeff Guillot]

Under an offer of truce from Adrahil, the nobles mill about on the
field, collecting their dead.

Erik II: hah! you are no match for the military forces of NightHelm
Colony! begone before I slice your throath too. No mercy for
Svunnetlanders!

Morthwyl: Slice my throat will you? You are free to try fool...

Erik II: Bring it on, Morthwyl!

Dementor: ye who calls another man a fool is often the greater of the
2 in that aspect.

Decapitator: He may be honourable but honour doesn't keep you alive!
Now lower your sword, i will attach your skull to my armour you wretched dog!
I fear the living nor the dead! and all yours souls shall be mine!

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Adrahil's lips draw back into a displeased snarl as he hears the words
of Erik and Decapitator, as the nobles walk amidst the dead and
wounded on the field. Drawing his sword, he strides towards where the
two have begun taunting Morthwyl. In a loud voice, he exclaims,

"Silence, both of you! Keep your taunts and your sarcastic quips
behind your teeth. Is this how you honor the dead? Is this how you
respect your enemies?"

Adrahil spits in disgust.

"This man Morthwyl here has more honor than both of you - for he
assaulted these walls today in the face of great odds, and did so
unflinchingly. What did you do, but stand behind the safety of the
battlements and fling insults? Have some decency, for the gods sake!
Let the man honor his dead in peace!"

In an even louder voice, Adrahil makes an announcement that echos
across the field.

"The next man who antagonizes a Svunnetlander will be cut down by my
own blade, I swear it! You will show these warriors the honor you
would have wished, had you been they!"

Sheathing his sword, Adrahil turns to face Morthwyl and kneels before
him, hands outward in gesture of humility.

"My apologies, Sir, most sincerely."

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Decapitator: Do not forget your place Adrahil, it may cost you your
life..and maybe your families...

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Adrahil stands and turns about in a flash, drawing forth his sword as
he does so. A cold fire smolders in his eyes.

"You threaten me, Knight? Did you not but pledge your loyalty to
myself and this city but a day ago? Stand down, I warn you, or I will
make you stand down. You will not dishonor this city, and these fallen
warriors."