Blood and Sorrows
Twenty-Seventh Day of the Second Month 293 AC
"I would like them alive if you please," you address Ser Richard in a calm almost conversational tone, only the slight flatness in your voice marking your desire to strike them down where they stand.
The sight of the two stunned traitors being battered into unconsciousness without being able to put so much as a scratch on the knight's armor is a balm to the soul, as is the knowledge that you will see them hanged properly, for justice not convenience. Though you cannot deny that their deeds might have been to your advantage just the same.
The boy wakes from his own momentary stupor as the last of his pursuers falls, and to his credit understands the implications of your deed quickly. "Please, my mother, my sisters you have to..."
"Can you show us?" you interrupt even as you will yourself to grow larger, wings bursting from your back, not from any notion of flying through the corridors, but simply to carry the child along as quick as you are able.
"Yes," he answers, breath still coming in ragged bursts.
Though he pales when you pick him up he speaks not a word of protest, merely stuttering out directions mixed in with some of the events of the evening. He had heard something about dragons in the sky and his old nurse had tried to get him to safety, alas that the journey ended abruptly when faced with the guards who chose to profit from treachery. From the sound of things this was no planned attack, simply terror sweetened by the lure of greed.
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Such scenes you see then that you will revisit in nightmares, not the horrors of a fiend's twisted imaginings nor yet the unnatural workings of the Deep One's dreadful will, only the inhumanity man shows his fellows. So might the world seem upon its last day when all order and restraint is cast aside in the pursuit of the darkest and most selfish urges. Perhaps you should not be surprised for their world is ending and you are the herald of its death, but still you are heartsick to see the self-destructive madness that seemed to have infected most of the palace.
As best you can with word and deed you struggle to quiet the chaos, slaying the worst of the looters and deserters you see where they stand and promising quarter to others. Thankfully many listen, more than you would have thought, truth be told. Perhaps the scales you are clad in are proof enough that you have some standing that their surrender will be respected.
You do not find the Archon, but thanks to the boy's directions you manage to find both his sisters alive, though far indeed from being unharmed. Their mother lies dead, blood pooling into silken sheets.
"This place is well and truly gutted, Your Grace," Ser Richard declares, laying a gauntleted hand upon your shoulder to draw you from your dark thoughts. "It might take a while to be rid of all the vultures, but that is hardly proper fighting."
What do you do?
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OOC: Keep in mind that you have one little boy and two traumatized young women to deal with somehow. Also if anyone is wondering why everything fell apart so quickly for the Tyroshi it's not that they were particularly bad at defense but because you presented them with an enemy they could not really fight, one that was moving with impossible swiftness. Basically, if Unsullied are breaking in battle anyone else is likely to break beforehand.
