Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-07-2010, 03:05 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by suomynonAyletamitlU.
Spender had watched the knight's arrival and knave's departure tensely, measuring the man and his armor. His instincts warned him very, very strongly about being glib with him. Thomas' guarded and fawning approach suggested he felt the same.
Finally, though, he let his persona click back into place, and he offered a bow--not a whimsical one, but neither formal; it was a slight one that made little secret of the fact that he did not take his eyes off the man. "Indeed sir, well met. Here in the land of nightmares, a legend is exactly the sort of man we would wish to see; a sword that could cut through darkness itself is always--is a sword I would gladly stand beside," he corrected himself. Arg. Stupid.[spr:1rywipkp]1[/spr:1rywipkp]
"Would that I had the time," he said quickly, before Emilio could respond, "to make light of our predicament, but I've this to say to you, ere I move on, and I think I must;" he paused a moment as a raucus laughter started further down the hallway. Thomas and Emilio braced themselves, but the laughter came no closer, and subsided quickly. Before they could question, he continued sharply. "There are three manners of men: Those who are not willing to sacrifice good men, those who are willing but not eager, and those who would do so given the chance." He glanced down the hallway from which the laughter had echoed. "I have some lenience for the second category, but none for the third."
He turned towards a side corridor as though to walk away, knowing that turning his back on the knight would not go unnoticed. He paused before walking away, though, his mind sorting through the local twisted gravity as he considered where to look for the mechanical generators he was beginning to be certain existed, while his ears very carefully measured the breath of Emilio Nahaz, waiting for any sign of action.
Spender had watched the knight's arrival and knave's departure tensely, measuring the man and his armor. His instincts warned him very, very strongly about being glib with him. Thomas' guarded and fawning approach suggested he felt the same.
Finally, though, he let his persona click back into place, and he offered a bow--not a whimsical one, but neither formal; it was a slight one that made little secret of the fact that he did not take his eyes off the man. "Indeed sir, well met. Here in the land of nightmares, a legend is exactly the sort of man we would wish to see; a sword that could cut through darkness itself is always--is a sword I would gladly stand beside," he corrected himself. Arg. Stupid.[spr:1rywipkp]1[/spr:1rywipkp]
"Would that I had the time," he said quickly, before Emilio could respond, "to make light of our predicament, but I've this to say to you, ere I move on, and I think I must;" he paused a moment as a raucus laughter started further down the hallway. Thomas and Emilio braced themselves, but the laughter came no closer, and subsided quickly. Before they could question, he continued sharply. "There are three manners of men: Those who are not willing to sacrifice good men, those who are willing but not eager, and those who would do so given the chance." He glanced down the hallway from which the laughter had echoed. "I have some lenience for the second category, but none for the third."
He turned towards a side corridor as though to walk away, knowing that turning his back on the knight would not go unnoticed. He paused before walking away, though, his mind sorting through the local twisted gravity as he considered where to look for the mechanical generators he was beginning to be certain existed, while his ears very carefully measured the breath of Emilio Nahaz, waiting for any sign of action.
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