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Chapter 7


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#1 Guest_Lord E_*

Posted 28 November 2002 - 04:09 AM

The bandits certainly were interested in their guests, and asked a lot of questions, Emilia had to give them that much. However, she was uncomfortably aware of Sarevok's growing impatience. Her brother was fuming silently by her side as they asked more and more detailed questions of their loot and magical weapons and the grisliest details of the battles they have fought. Every time he had tried to steer the speech into his new outlook and worthier things in life, his words seemed just to breeze over the incomprehending audience.

- "...and then we were able to kill Yaga-Shura," she said, explaining about the ritual to remove the fire giant's invulnerability.
A few goblins sniggered. Another of them almost raised his hand, then pulled it hesitantly back. Emilia looked at him for a moment, decided he had lost his courage, and drew breath in order to continue. Then the goblin sniggered some more with his companion and raised his hand again.
- "Yes? It is all right. You can ask." Emilia tried to sound as encouraging and unthreatening as possible.
- "...giggle...Did he... did he... snort..." he was almost gagging.
- "Yes? Did he what?"
- "Did he... snigger... FART when he dropped dead?"
There was a uproar of laughter, every single one of their audience seeming to find this hilarious. Sarevok cast his eyes down and rubbed his forehead, sighing deeply. Emilia let the laughter subside somewhat.

- "Well, I must say that I wasn't there to witness it as I was taken to the pocket plane before he hit the ground, but perhaps Sarevok..."
- "ENOUGH! I have had ENOUGH of this inane, pointless chatter of these mindless beings!" His chest seemed to swell as if inflated, his neck sinews bulging, his eyes glowing dangerously like furnaces of hell.
- "Oh dear... here we go..." Emilia muttered, bracing herself for what she knew would come.
- "LISTEN TO YOURSELVES, YOU PATHETIC BEINGS! You are not even evil, you are below the capacity of claiming a moral position! You are no more than germs, the simplest life forms who consume, wither and die! Ask yourselves this - when death's icy breath closes down your neck, when the chilly talons rip your pathetic soul from your withered mortal bodies - what did this kind of life and outlook leave you worth remembering?"

Sarevok glared and fumed quietly for a few seconds. He certainly had gotten their attention. The silence was so thick that it could have been sliced with a knife. The bandits standing closest to the platform looked about ready to soil themselves.
- "The greed, the short-sightedness where ever I go! Do not contend yourselves with mere existence, when it is possible to have a vision and a purpose! Most of you are young still, but after the years take a toll on you you will find yourselves wishing you had dedicated yourselves to something worthier than being a screaming pig fighting for its share of feed! Say, Tazok... how has the lifetime of being a bandit served your soul?"
Tazok, panicked and taken aback, looked bewildered. To the utter horror of his underlings, a single tear was rolling down his cheek.
- "It... not serve me good," he whispered. "Me old. Tired..."

The bandits were gaping now, but Sarevok got going again.
- "Abandon this! Choose a better life! Live for a purpose! I think it is safe to assume that your evil is mundane compared to mine. Yet I turned my life around, after rising from the depths of Abyss, with the aid of the one whom I once considered my worst enemy! Turn your lives around!"
- "But... we orcs. Hobgoblins. Kobolds. We always bandit," Tazok said in a listless voice.
- "Do not think yourselves victims of what you have been born! Look at Emilia here. She was not only born from orcish blood, her sire was the god of Murder, the very presence of him an insane lust of destruction in the blood of our kind. And yet she prevailed, never succumbing to using others for mere tools for her own ends! And she taught me the same!"
- "People not believe me if me no bandit no more..." Tazok said, but there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes.

- "Then show them they are wrong! Show them that green skin and tusks are no automatic signal of getting killed or robbed!"
Sarevok's eyes were so insistent, his magnificent radiance like a sun come down from the skies. And then there was a loud, thundering crack as a pillar of light engulfed the three standing on the platform. A shimmering vision of balanced scales resting on a warhammer appeared to hover upon them.




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