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"Impossible! I won't just sit here and put the fate of Zune itself in the hands of some..ragtag team that the council's representatives have thrown together. What if they don't even succeed?"
"Calm down, Moranthir. The idea wasn't proposed by the council, it was proposed by a Grey. If you're one to doubt the Grey's then..."
"Then what!? What am I, Faren?"
"Perhaps we should have more faith in them. Even if the idea was proposed by the Grey's, throwing together a team of the best of each races can have its benefits. Such a diverse group of skills and talents increase the chance of this plan succeeding - which I have faith it will."
"...I agree with the Dwarf. This entire idea seems awful. The fact that it was presented by a Grey makes it seem so unbelievable. The big headed creep somehow gets past our security, comes in front of the council and preaches about some demon we don't even know is real or not, and says we need to throw together some warriors without a time frame. You can't tell me that doesn't sound over-specific and vague!"
"Finally! Someone with some sense!"
"Now, now. We all have sense here, but I have to disagree with you on this. We can't just disband them now. The team could be here any minute. We wouldn't want to waste their time, would we?"
"To hell with their time! I was put on this council for the betterment of my people, and if you try to tell me that sending an army isn't a better alternative, then you can kiss my-"
"ENOUGH!"
The room visibly shook, and dust fell from the ceiling. The entire council was silenced. The argument had been going on for hours without any progress made. It started when the head representative of the Dwarves faction had become upset with the idea of such a small team being sent to kill a demon that the council hadn't even heard of before they were informed by a mysterious Grey who appeared before the council prior to the assembly of the team. The head representatives of the Human, Elf, and Orc faction had been discussing it during the current annual council meeting. So far, the head representative of the council itself, an angel named Gareth had remained silent up until now. It had been the Orcs and Dwarves debating with the Human and Elves, which is surprising, because usually the Humans and Elves had more disagreements, and the Orcs and Dwarves stayed out of it.
"I will not sit idly by while my council rips itself apart. We won't speak anymore of this until the team we've assembled have come and gone. Am I clear?" Gareth spoke. He looked around the room, with the high chairs assorted in a half circle around a large stone room, the walls with delicate patterns. Many of them told stories of previous events that happened in Zune. A few tiles on the wall remained bare and plain, waiting for history to occur so it may bare a pattern like the rest. Gareth glared around the room, daring anyone on the council to challenge him. He was no Grey, but if he definitely wanted to, he could set anyone ablaze with a mere wave of his hand. The Dwarf representative spoke up, rising out his chair quickly. "We cannot just allow this to happen. Gareth! This is terr-"
"Am. I. Clear?" Gareth said, rising out of his own chair to a height of 6'5, many feet taller than Moranthir, the head Dwarf representative. As Gareth stood, the guards placed around the room all took a step forward in complete sync, and pointed their spears towards Moranthir. The only sound in the room was the resounding echo of the guards footsteps. The guard's loyalty remained only to the head of the council, and no one else. Not even themselves. If they were told to jump on their spear and take their own life, they would do it with no hesitation what so ever. Slowly, Moranthir sat back in his chair, his face beet red, glaring at Gareth with an expression so fierce it could scare a dragon out of its own scales. Gareth took a seat a few moments after, the council remaining silent.
As if to break the silence, the large, golden, ornate door suddenly creaked open, and out through the smallest cracks came a frail man. He took two sprinting steps before the Council Guard crossed their spears in an X in front of him, and promptly stopped his momentum with their large shields, causing the man to fall over. The man slides back, away from the guards. "Let him through." Gareth commanded. The guards simultaneously stepped back into their positions on the flanks of the door. The man walks to the council, in the middle of all of their thrones. He kneels, stuttering out: "M-M'lord. The team has arrived. They are just outside the palace's door." The man said. Gareth, nodding, responds with: "You may rise. Allow them to wait for just a few more minutes while we settle a few things. Give or take 10 minutes. I will arrange for two of my guards to escort them in. You are not to speak to them at all unless completely necessary."
The frail man nods, and gets up from one knee and scurries out of the door. As the door shut once more, Gareth stood, and his angelic wing's unfolded. He flew over to Moranthir's throne, unsheathing a white ornate blade, hardly made for combat, but definitely with a sharp enough edge to kill. He aimed the tip of the blade at Moranthir's throat. "Now, Moranthir. You thought it was a good idea to speak out against me even after I said we wouldn't bring it up presently? Furthermore, I understand your faction does not have any representatives. You've failed to do your task. This is your penalty."
Moranthir spat. Then he was no more.
The party waited outside, in front of a large door, at a palace, on top of a mountain residing in the Land of Angels. Everything in the Land of Angels seemed to glow and prosper. Even the Angels, who glowed anyways, seemed brighter. The conditions were sunny and hot. Very hot, even at the top of the mountain, the disciplined Council Guards were sweating, and were clearly struggling to maintain their composure, especially in the heavy and ornate armor they always wore. The group was gathered just a few meters away from the door, where there were benches, and just down the hill, countless markets with foods that were made by Angels. Quite literally.
There they were left to get to know each other, as talking had been strangely prohibited during the ride there.
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"Calm down, Moranthir. The idea wasn't proposed by the council, it was proposed by a Grey. If you're one to doubt the Grey's then..."
"Then what!? What am I, Faren?"
"Perhaps we should have more faith in them. Even if the idea was proposed by the Grey's, throwing together a team of the best of each races can have its benefits. Such a diverse group of skills and talents increase the chance of this plan succeeding - which I have faith it will."
"...I agree with the Dwarf. This entire idea seems awful. The fact that it was presented by a Grey makes it seem so unbelievable. The big headed creep somehow gets past our security, comes in front of the council and preaches about some demon we don't even know is real or not, and says we need to throw together some warriors without a time frame. You can't tell me that doesn't sound over-specific and vague!"
"Finally! Someone with some sense!"
"Now, now. We all have sense here, but I have to disagree with you on this. We can't just disband them now. The team could be here any minute. We wouldn't want to waste their time, would we?"
"To hell with their time! I was put on this council for the betterment of my people, and if you try to tell me that sending an army isn't a better alternative, then you can kiss my-"
"ENOUGH!"
The room visibly shook, and dust fell from the ceiling. The entire council was silenced. The argument had been going on for hours without any progress made. It started when the head representative of the Dwarves faction had become upset with the idea of such a small team being sent to kill a demon that the council hadn't even heard of before they were informed by a mysterious Grey who appeared before the council prior to the assembly of the team. The head representatives of the Human, Elf, and Orc faction had been discussing it during the current annual council meeting. So far, the head representative of the council itself, an angel named Gareth had remained silent up until now. It had been the Orcs and Dwarves debating with the Human and Elves, which is surprising, because usually the Humans and Elves had more disagreements, and the Orcs and Dwarves stayed out of it.
"I will not sit idly by while my council rips itself apart. We won't speak anymore of this until the team we've assembled have come and gone. Am I clear?" Gareth spoke. He looked around the room, with the high chairs assorted in a half circle around a large stone room, the walls with delicate patterns. Many of them told stories of previous events that happened in Zune. A few tiles on the wall remained bare and plain, waiting for history to occur so it may bare a pattern like the rest. Gareth glared around the room, daring anyone on the council to challenge him. He was no Grey, but if he definitely wanted to, he could set anyone ablaze with a mere wave of his hand. The Dwarf representative spoke up, rising out his chair quickly. "We cannot just allow this to happen. Gareth! This is terr-"
"Am. I. Clear?" Gareth said, rising out of his own chair to a height of 6'5, many feet taller than Moranthir, the head Dwarf representative. As Gareth stood, the guards placed around the room all took a step forward in complete sync, and pointed their spears towards Moranthir. The only sound in the room was the resounding echo of the guards footsteps. The guard's loyalty remained only to the head of the council, and no one else. Not even themselves. If they were told to jump on their spear and take their own life, they would do it with no hesitation what so ever. Slowly, Moranthir sat back in his chair, his face beet red, glaring at Gareth with an expression so fierce it could scare a dragon out of its own scales. Gareth took a seat a few moments after, the council remaining silent.
As if to break the silence, the large, golden, ornate door suddenly creaked open, and out through the smallest cracks came a frail man. He took two sprinting steps before the Council Guard crossed their spears in an X in front of him, and promptly stopped his momentum with their large shields, causing the man to fall over. The man slides back, away from the guards. "Let him through." Gareth commanded. The guards simultaneously stepped back into their positions on the flanks of the door. The man walks to the council, in the middle of all of their thrones. He kneels, stuttering out: "M-M'lord. The team has arrived. They are just outside the palace's door." The man said. Gareth, nodding, responds with: "You may rise. Allow them to wait for just a few more minutes while we settle a few things. Give or take 10 minutes. I will arrange for two of my guards to escort them in. You are not to speak to them at all unless completely necessary."
The frail man nods, and gets up from one knee and scurries out of the door. As the door shut once more, Gareth stood, and his angelic wing's unfolded. He flew over to Moranthir's throne, unsheathing a white ornate blade, hardly made for combat, but definitely with a sharp enough edge to kill. He aimed the tip of the blade at Moranthir's throat. "Now, Moranthir. You thought it was a good idea to speak out against me even after I said we wouldn't bring it up presently? Furthermore, I understand your faction does not have any representatives. You've failed to do your task. This is your penalty."
Moranthir spat. Then he was no more.
The party waited outside, in front of a large door, at a palace, on top of a mountain residing in the Land of Angels. Everything in the Land of Angels seemed to glow and prosper. Even the Angels, who glowed anyways, seemed brighter. The conditions were sunny and hot. Very hot, even at the top of the mountain, the disciplined Council Guards were sweating, and were clearly struggling to maintain their composure, especially in the heavy and ornate armor they always wore. The group was gathered just a few meters away from the door, where there were benches, and just down the hill, countless markets with foods that were made by Angels. Quite literally.
There they were left to get to know each other, as talking had been strangely prohibited during the ride there.
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