Kharn sat stunned at what Seraphim had said to him, it wasn't in his nature to be spiteful, or jealous. It was unsettling to say the least. He walked over to Charity. He sat down next to her and proceeded to act in a non-chalant fashion. He put his feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair. He leaned over to her and whispered "Something's wrong with Seraphim, I need to talk with you in private." He made it look like he dropped something as he said it, he didn't need Serena throwing a fit about him talking to another woman. Something was definitely wrong here, He had let go of Serena, at least in his mind, and Seraphim seemed to have fallen for her. If anything Seraphim would make the same mistake he did. He would fight for Serena. This was potentially worse than Kharn fighting Pride, Seraphim had never had the instability that Kharn knew, hell Kharn made his instability stable from all the years he had to fight to control himself. But Seraphim, that would be a disaster, all it would take was for pride to keep pushing, goading, insulting. Seraphim put up a charade, Azazel and Kharn both knew it. Under all that humility and honor was a broken man, the loss of his wife and son had unraveled him. Although Kharn had a reputation of swinging first and asking questions later, he was quite proficent at reading people.
As he thought of the consequences of the possible interactions of the people in the meeting, he let his eyes wander to Godric and his daughter, Asha. He flashed back to the battle of the Durn plains. It was a rather bloody one, he had admired the ferocity and courage of the Astargorn volunteers, Kharn's own forces were bound to win anyways. Then Corvis, Corvis was Sloths son, the reason why the odds were stacked against Kharn. Corvis was brave in his challenge, the man had killed some of Kharn's best, but when he made the challenge he had sealed his fate. Kharn wasn't alawys a bloodthirsty force of destruction on the battlefield, he fought beside his men that day, leading them toward victory. Corvis challenged him from the front of the vanguard, challenging him to his face. Kharn alawys gave the option before a duel for his opponent to walk away, there was no dishonor in it, and Kharn wouldn't hold it against them. But Corvis was a stubborn one. He denied his offer and took up his sword. It was over in a matter of seconds. The records on both sides usually got the accounts wrong, Kharn didn't take his true form and he didn't set Hellbender alight. He dispatched Corvis cleanly, with one quick slash. It would have killed many normal men seconds afterward, but Corvis was no mere man, he was the son of a sin. Corvis spoke to Kharn with his dying breath's, imploring him not to end the war by the sword, but with words. As custom in Kaldorian tradition, the fallen leaders forces were free to retreat without harassment and the loser of the duel was sent back with honor.
As he watched them he felt a rare occurrence of remorse. His eyes softened for a second. If I had just let him go none of this would have happened. Sloth hated him, he knew it, Kharn understood what it was like to lose something close to you like a child, he knew more than Sloth could ever know. It seems pain is the only thing I'm capable of feeling, I have nothing but pain. His inner pain wasn't reflected in his attitude, Posture, or personality, but if you looked into his eyes you could see it. The sadness, the anger, the pain.
Ryoko Lee KhalZhavvorsa CaptainMcNoob
As he thought of the consequences of the possible interactions of the people in the meeting, he let his eyes wander to Godric and his daughter, Asha. He flashed back to the battle of the Durn plains. It was a rather bloody one, he had admired the ferocity and courage of the Astargorn volunteers, Kharn's own forces were bound to win anyways. Then Corvis, Corvis was Sloths son, the reason why the odds were stacked against Kharn. Corvis was brave in his challenge, the man had killed some of Kharn's best, but when he made the challenge he had sealed his fate. Kharn wasn't alawys a bloodthirsty force of destruction on the battlefield, he fought beside his men that day, leading them toward victory. Corvis challenged him from the front of the vanguard, challenging him to his face. Kharn alawys gave the option before a duel for his opponent to walk away, there was no dishonor in it, and Kharn wouldn't hold it against them. But Corvis was a stubborn one. He denied his offer and took up his sword. It was over in a matter of seconds. The records on both sides usually got the accounts wrong, Kharn didn't take his true form and he didn't set Hellbender alight. He dispatched Corvis cleanly, with one quick slash. It would have killed many normal men seconds afterward, but Corvis was no mere man, he was the son of a sin. Corvis spoke to Kharn with his dying breath's, imploring him not to end the war by the sword, but with words. As custom in Kaldorian tradition, the fallen leaders forces were free to retreat without harassment and the loser of the duel was sent back with honor.
As he watched them he felt a rare occurrence of remorse. His eyes softened for a second. If I had just let him go none of this would have happened. Sloth hated him, he knew it, Kharn understood what it was like to lose something close to you like a child, he knew more than Sloth could ever know. It seems pain is the only thing I'm capable of feeling, I have nothing but pain. His inner pain wasn't reflected in his attitude, Posture, or personality, but if you looked into his eyes you could see it. The sadness, the anger, the pain.
Ryoko Lee KhalZhavvorsa CaptainMcNoob