OOC: Kush is under new management. I was lucky enough to get him off PMP, so please excuse any odd character shifts.
Kushiel had never been any good at games. Despite his size, he wasn’t much of a scrapper, and though he regularly played with fire, he usually just burned himself. His mother, bless her heart, had taught him games of the mind, rather than games of the body. If he had any talents, surely it was there that they would lie.
Should they truly build an obstacle course, he may have a bone to pick. Hopefully, it would not come to that. Kushiel cleared his throat.
“On second thought, perhaps I ought to throw my lot in with the diplomats.” He paused for a second; swallowing back much of the sarcasm that threatened to flop from his mouth before his brain could check it.
“As much fun as an obstacle course would be, who among us is truly built for manual labor? Kushiel cast an eye about, trying to drum up support.
“I’m sure even the army boys can find something better to do with their time.” Another awkward pause in which he waited for a laugh that probably would never come. No sense of humor perhaps? Surely not.
“If kidnapping children is too mundane, why not make a game out of it? While one could see the…appeal…of battering helpless women, it does lack a certain grace don’t you think?”
Kushiel couldn’t say that he had never been tempted to smack someone around. Certainly mares could be annoying, when they giggled mostly, but stallions were just as bad, and a hell of a lot less fun come breeding season.
“Why don’t we steal the women…but then we don’t beat them up? Instead, we keep them in pristine condition and raffle them back to their friends and loved ones. For a price of course. If their stallions were fond of them they can try to win them back by offering us favors, trinkets, their children in return, whatever they think their girls are worth.”
Kushiel liked this idea, and he felt his enthusiasm build.
“If their men weren’t so fond of them, or have nothing useful to offer us, they don’t have to bid, another herd or kingdom can in their place. It will be fun, like a silent auction but with families torn apart only to be reunited at the end.”
Kushiel nodded enthusiastically. A charming idea, no? They could even invite their allies to watch. Dinner and a show.
Kushiel had never been any good at games. Despite his size, he wasn’t much of a scrapper, and though he regularly played with fire, he usually just burned himself. His mother, bless her heart, had taught him games of the mind, rather than games of the body. If he had any talents, surely it was there that they would lie. Should they truly build an obstacle course, he may have a bone to pick. Hopefully, it would not come to that. Kushiel cleared his throat.
“On second thought, perhaps I ought to throw my lot in with the diplomats.” He paused for a second; swallowing back much of the sarcasm that threatened to flop from his mouth before his brain could check it.
“As much fun as an obstacle course would be, who among us is truly built for manual labor? Kushiel cast an eye about, trying to drum up support.
“I’m sure even the army boys can find something better to do with their time.” Another awkward pause in which he waited for a laugh that probably would never come. No sense of humor perhaps? Surely not.
“If kidnapping children is too mundane, why not make a game out of it? While one could see the…appeal…of battering helpless women, it does lack a certain grace don’t you think?”
Kushiel couldn’t say that he had never been tempted to smack someone around. Certainly mares could be annoying, when they giggled mostly, but stallions were just as bad, and a hell of a lot less fun come breeding season.
“Why don’t we steal the women…but then we don’t beat them up? Instead, we keep them in pristine condition and raffle them back to their friends and loved ones. For a price of course. If their stallions were fond of them they can try to win them back by offering us favors, trinkets, their children in return, whatever they think their girls are worth.”
Kushiel liked this idea, and he felt his enthusiasm build.
“If their men weren’t so fond of them, or have nothing useful to offer us, they don’t have to bid, another herd or kingdom can in their place. It will be fun, like a silent auction but with families torn apart only to be reunited at the end.”
Kushiel nodded enthusiastically. A charming idea, no? They could even invite their allies to watch. Dinner and a show.
Kushiel
some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall