Too Omens and Brothers
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
To Omens and Brothers:
[]Talk to the Leader: You want to know what he wants, besides treasure.
You looked at Alexander, and Ptolemy, and then at the leader, and you gathered a small, quiet, almost shocking breath, and let go of your fear. You wanted to cower and hide beside your brother, who was still standing tall, and standing well, despite sword and spear being pointed at him. He had been ready, he had no fear, and from his gaze, it was what he wanted.
You were his little brother, the one he would protect. The one he would trust for the remainder of his life.
Except… that at this time, he did not understand what you did. You were afraid, yet at the same time, you understood the pressure on this other boy. This leader of so many that were afraid to die, yet carried on.
He was a noble. Unlike the others you saw, his hands did not have the calluses of the farmers and the craftsman, or the hunters that you could tell that the children were. They were similar to Alexander, one of wealth, duty, and responsibility.
And as you looked at him, that statement could not be further from the truth, as he was comforting one of them with a bent knee, and a look into the crying boy's face. A face that had nothing but fear.
And you realized what you were seeing.
You were not staring at Alexander.
You were staring at yourself. At least the part you aspired to be. The one that was never afraid. That could gather the courage to see what you wished, and desired.
And so you walked, surprising all as everyone looked at you. For you knew what that was.
You saw his face, worm, and twist, from kindness to a snarl, as he stood up, and looked at you, his sword hand ready to draw his blade. "Stop moving princeling, or I will-"
"What is it you want?" You asked as you sat down on the floor, between the leader, Alexander, and Ptolemy. Acting as a shield to prevent them from speaking, or trying to stop you. "I am Neoptolemus, the Prince of Macedonia. The Second Greatest son of Philip the Second, and now your prisoner."
You then moved, slowly, to stand. "You know we have not tried to escape, even though we had every chance to try, knowing that your soldiers if you could call them that, are weak, and malnourished and would not give chase to us. You have placed trust in us, even as your prisoners…"
The leader then raised his hand, and his followers became still, and he walked forward. He then looked at you. Looking down upon you with a curious gaze. "Why have you chosen to speak, when your brother could easily do that same?"
You frowned. "Because my brother is not myself. And he is quick to ride straight into danger when it would be wiser to wait… and see an opportunity."
Alexander wanted to protest, before he saw your gaze, and realized that you were correct.
"Then speak again, your question?" The leader asked.
"What is it you want…" You paused, gesturing a finger towards him. "Besides treasure and revenge?"
The leader spoke. "You have seen the devastation that your father and his army have wrought, on us. They deserve devastation in return. They deserve to feel the pain we feel."
"Then why haven't you killed us?" You asked. "Are we not the ones who rain devastation onto your lands? Who will benefit from our father's conquests?"
There was a pause, as the leader took pause. But continued, unstopped and unmoved by the twisting of his face, which became one of confusion. "You don't desire revenge… what do you desire?"
The leader was quiet. Before he finally spoke.
D6 => 6
"I want to keep everyone here safe, as I promised their parents before they all died." He stated. "And you can help me with that as my prisoner Princeling."
You nodded.
What do you say?:
[]Write in
[]Say Nothing: Alexander wishes to speak.
AN: enjoy.
[]Talk to the Leader: You want to know what he wants, besides treasure.
You looked at Alexander, and Ptolemy, and then at the leader, and you gathered a small, quiet, almost shocking breath, and let go of your fear. You wanted to cower and hide beside your brother, who was still standing tall, and standing well, despite sword and spear being pointed at him. He had been ready, he had no fear, and from his gaze, it was what he wanted.
You were his little brother, the one he would protect. The one he would trust for the remainder of his life.
Except… that at this time, he did not understand what you did. You were afraid, yet at the same time, you understood the pressure on this other boy. This leader of so many that were afraid to die, yet carried on.
He was a noble. Unlike the others you saw, his hands did not have the calluses of the farmers and the craftsman, or the hunters that you could tell that the children were. They were similar to Alexander, one of wealth, duty, and responsibility.
And as you looked at him, that statement could not be further from the truth, as he was comforting one of them with a bent knee, and a look into the crying boy's face. A face that had nothing but fear.
And you realized what you were seeing.
You were not staring at Alexander.
You were staring at yourself. At least the part you aspired to be. The one that was never afraid. That could gather the courage to see what you wished, and desired.
And so you walked, surprising all as everyone looked at you. For you knew what that was.
You saw his face, worm, and twist, from kindness to a snarl, as he stood up, and looked at you, his sword hand ready to draw his blade. "Stop moving princeling, or I will-"
"What is it you want?" You asked as you sat down on the floor, between the leader, Alexander, and Ptolemy. Acting as a shield to prevent them from speaking, or trying to stop you. "I am Neoptolemus, the Prince of Macedonia. The Second Greatest son of Philip the Second, and now your prisoner."
You then moved, slowly, to stand. "You know we have not tried to escape, even though we had every chance to try, knowing that your soldiers if you could call them that, are weak, and malnourished and would not give chase to us. You have placed trust in us, even as your prisoners…"
The leader then raised his hand, and his followers became still, and he walked forward. He then looked at you. Looking down upon you with a curious gaze. "Why have you chosen to speak, when your brother could easily do that same?"
You frowned. "Because my brother is not myself. And he is quick to ride straight into danger when it would be wiser to wait… and see an opportunity."
Alexander wanted to protest, before he saw your gaze, and realized that you were correct.
"Then speak again, your question?" The leader asked.
"What is it you want…" You paused, gesturing a finger towards him. "Besides treasure and revenge?"
The leader spoke. "You have seen the devastation that your father and his army have wrought, on us. They deserve devastation in return. They deserve to feel the pain we feel."
"Then why haven't you killed us?" You asked. "Are we not the ones who rain devastation onto your lands? Who will benefit from our father's conquests?"
There was a pause, as the leader took pause. But continued, unstopped and unmoved by the twisting of his face, which became one of confusion. "You don't desire revenge… what do you desire?"
The leader was quiet. Before he finally spoke.
D6 => 6
"I want to keep everyone here safe, as I promised their parents before they all died." He stated. "And you can help me with that as my prisoner Princeling."
You nodded.
What do you say?:
[]Write in
[]Say Nothing: Alexander wishes to speak.
AN: enjoy.
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