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Yùick Thanort
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Author:  Gimpy V [ December 1st, 2015, 7:28 pm ]
Post subject:  Re: Yùick Thanort

Yùick sits atop his horse, no emotion on his face. After reading the letter dispatched from Samaia, he immediately saddled up and started to trott off to the nether lines, both Jared and Silvy left in command of Euri’s production. The Ra’oole follows him silent as a ghost always prepared for anything. It was risky to be travelling with such a small amount of armour and guards but Yùick was trained to fend for himself and could beat The Ra’oole in a duel 9 times out 10, plus they needed to be there quick to help calm the situation down.

Apparently Scrios III was dead, this was somehow unsurprising to him. He knew Liserett well enough that if she wasn’t pleased with something she would change it. Yet to have happened so soon, that he was surprised about. He really wasn’t sure if Liserett had done the act, in fact it was incredibly unlikely she did. She wasn’t exactly ‘the kill first ask questions later’ type. However, none of that mattered for if the Prince wanted her head, it was likely that he would get it. The situation was a tough one, all sides needed to be analyzed for if he chose the wrong side… well it could end in flames.

Ever since that vision he had been analyzing everything that happened to him. Seeing if it related to his vision, it was insane but he actually believed that somehow his future was in those images. It haunted his dreams, he barely slept, and yet it seemed to have no effect on his well-being he was as energized as ever and his ‘genuine’ smile was always on his face.

As the pair continued to speed to the Kingdom of Perth he began to wonder whether Liserett really would be of worth to him in the future. For if she committed such an act she was viable to do such a thing again, though if that was a negative thing he was unsure of. She was a valuable asset, she worked hard to bring up Chester-Le-Ford from the ashes. It was rivalling Gallen now in size and power, and soon would surpass it.

The real question was, where was Duke Nicholas during all this. He had been getting old but he wasn’t at an age yet to be forget about the outside world. Yet he had barely left Gallen for the last 10 years. If Liserett were to be tried and found guilty, blame would likely end up on his head.

Liserett was important to Yùick, for many different reasons. He knew she would be valuable to him in the future in trade and as a close ally. Wysteria itself was a part of the South-Eastern block with which he had many trade deals already. They needed to work together if they wanted to thrive.

He had decided, he stood next to his horse, preparing to enter the portal to Strathceard. He would defend Liserett as if his life depended on it.

“For in the future… it may.”

Author:  Gimpy V [ December 3rd, 2015, 11:39 pm ]
Post subject:  Re: Yùick Thanort

As the darkness settles over Chester-le-Ford, the sounds creeping in from the world outside begin to change from construction and busy trade to more subtle, yet harrowing, sounds making their way to the otherwise silent study room.

Duke Yùick sits, his arms folded across his chest, staring, quite obviously, at Liserett. He’s been sitting like this for a few minutes now, just silently staring, thoughts race through his mind. His eyes, normally ablaze with curiosity, are now blank, it’s impossible to tell what he is thinking.

The town’s mayor sits provocatively on her desk, matching his blank gaze, a strange contrast to the smirk she presents.

Considering the new King of Perth’s attack on her after the trial, Duke Yùick had decided to escort Liserett to her home, protecting his investment all the way. He had not been overly surprised to find a Slayers Guild member in the Villa, less so than Liserett, judging by her unguarded reaction. It seemed Arkelai had interests all over Hermertia. The Slayer would be used well in Chester-le-Ford with the increasing Enderman attacks. Not a word had been exchanged since their departure from Strathceard.

Eventually, Liserett sighs and breaks the tense silence. “Friend, I appreciate your company, but this silence is becoming rather boring. You have something to say, say it.”

Yùick’s eyes close for a moment before opening, his facial expression now radically different, a sudden, convincing friendly mask. “That was quite something, a trial for the world to see. How do you feel?”

For a split second, Liserett’s face twists with anger. “I am fine Duke, the prince had nothing on me, as was seen by all.”

“Oh believe me, that much was obvious. Even if any of had wanted to claim you were guilty, the evidence just wasn’t there. But that is not what I am referring to. I asked how you feel, not what you think about the prince’s accusation.”

Liserett smiles warmly, her eyes still empty of emotions. “Feelings. That is very quaint, Duke. Surely you know me better by now?”

The Duke laughs; a rough sound in comparison to her melodious voice. “Even the most cold-hearted of us have feelings, at least for ourselves. It is whether we choose to show them to the world, that is what makes them different.”

“You intrigue me Yùick, I enjoy this. Very well, if you must know. I feel angry, power hungry and I want revenge.”

“Well, what exactly do you wish to avenge?”

Liserett chuckles, bitterly. “Scrios was older than old, the man was ancient. His last exploit, getting me with child, most likely took whatever life the man still had in him. So yes, it is possible that he simply died of old age. At this precise moment, less than an hour before our wedding, a split second after downing a cup of wine. It is possible, but it is unlikely.”

Duke Yùick smiles, shaking his head. “I would say your speculations are incredibly justified. However, a wise man once said to me, Revenge is a dish best served cold. I would tell you the same thing, and warn you against any quick action. Take some time, fade into the background. Gather more information and prove what you believe is true. Do not be afraid, but rather be smart. In this I will support you.”

“Prove what I believe is true… I hadn’t thought of that. Look at you preaching honesty.” Liserett chuckles. “Yet you may be right. I am back to my original plan, Chester-le-Ford will rise and Perth can burn for all I care.”

At the word burn, Yùick’s eyes twitch for but a moment, yet long enough for Liserett to notice. “I am glad you’ve seen sense, it would do me no good if my newest ally were to fall before she was as strong as I need her to be.” He laughs seemingly erasing any disruption in his face.

Liserett slides to her feet and walks behind the Duke’s chair, her hand softly caressing his chest as she moves. “I shall not fall, Yùick. I do not have it in me. I take. And now I wish to take you.” On these words, her hand raises to his throat, firmly gripping him. The Duke swiftly reacts, turning to face her and rising to his feet in one movement, then grabs her wrists and secures them behind her back, forcing her body against his. Liserett, smirking, approaches her face to his neck and licks the blood slowly dripping from the deep scratches her nails dug on his throat.

Ever smiling, she whispers aggressively: “Let us continue this discussion in the next room.”

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