03-21-2018, 08:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-21-2018, 08:53 AM by Modicum Mortem.)
He knows most of what goes on in Beqanna.
It took ever-listening ears and a ghost-like presence to accomplish this, but he had been mastering the skill of sneaking since he was a child. He knew the ins and outs of it - how to stay deathly still, how to remain quiet, how to hide deep within the shadows. He was so good at it, perhaps, that sometimes he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
Which is exactly what happened today. He had listened in on the two queen’s conversation that day in the woods. He had heard about the man named Klaudius, he had stared ever-hungry at their bulging stomachs. Mortem finds an opportunity to pounce on the weak relationship between the two kingdoms...to start some drama...all he had to do was wait.
Wait until the children were born. Wait until he gained Sabra’s trust. Wait until they decided to introduce the children (“cousins.” What bullshit). And that he did. He waited months for the opportunity to present itself, and lucky for him, they laid it all out to him on a silver platter.
He follows that day behind Prince Kwartz and Queen Sabra, towards the playground where Sabra had told Kwartz earlier that week that they were meeting some “friends” from another kingdom.
Friends. Is that what they were calling it nowadays?
When he arrives shortly behind them, he stays hidden beneath the thick underbrush. He watches the introductions (yawn), the lies the grownups tell (“cousins”), and grins wickedly once Sabra and the Keeper of Ischia leave.
For a moment he stays still, thinking over the plan that had been rolling around in his brain for weeks now. Letting the children get acquainted, allowing them to play. Twenty minutes, he will give them to roam under the fairies eye, then he will strike...
The minutes tick by and before he knows it, he is traversing the grassy knoll with quick, short strides. The kids already seem to like each other, to trust one another. And Kwartz knows Modicum Mortem...even better.
He allows his blue eyes to soften, he moves his forelock from his face, and wiggles the bright red bulb on his maw. The sensibilities of a child are simple - many found his “defect” funny, cute even. It was a good way to seem...unassuming. ”Ah, Prince Kwartz!” He exclaims in a fake jolly tone. He looks to the other two, and gives him the happiest smile he can muster. He looked very friendly, no?
”I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” he says as he comes to a halt in front of them. He isn’t much taller than the children, soon they would tower over him. Not that it mattered, and not that he really cared. ”Your mother sent me...” A slight pause as he looks up the to sky, which is filling with dark gray clouds. Spring storm? Perfect. ”A bad storm is coming, she wants me to bring you back to Sylva.” He glances at the Ischia heirs, he smiles warmly, but inside, his devilish plans are just hatching. ”And we’ll bring your friends, and Queen Krone will retrieve them after their meeting. Would you like to see Sylva, Prince and Princess...?” His tone ascends slightly asking them their names. But he already knows.
He knows a lot, after all.
@[Kwartz] @[Kromium~Karat] went ahead and posted for Morty so we can get this rolling.
It took ever-listening ears and a ghost-like presence to accomplish this, but he had been mastering the skill of sneaking since he was a child. He knew the ins and outs of it - how to stay deathly still, how to remain quiet, how to hide deep within the shadows. He was so good at it, perhaps, that sometimes he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
Which is exactly what happened today. He had listened in on the two queen’s conversation that day in the woods. He had heard about the man named Klaudius, he had stared ever-hungry at their bulging stomachs. Mortem finds an opportunity to pounce on the weak relationship between the two kingdoms...to start some drama...all he had to do was wait.
Wait until the children were born. Wait until he gained Sabra’s trust. Wait until they decided to introduce the children (“cousins.” What bullshit). And that he did. He waited months for the opportunity to present itself, and lucky for him, they laid it all out to him on a silver platter.
He follows that day behind Prince Kwartz and Queen Sabra, towards the playground where Sabra had told Kwartz earlier that week that they were meeting some “friends” from another kingdom.
Friends. Is that what they were calling it nowadays?
When he arrives shortly behind them, he stays hidden beneath the thick underbrush. He watches the introductions (yawn), the lies the grownups tell (“cousins”), and grins wickedly once Sabra and the Keeper of Ischia leave.
For a moment he stays still, thinking over the plan that had been rolling around in his brain for weeks now. Letting the children get acquainted, allowing them to play. Twenty minutes, he will give them to roam under the fairies eye, then he will strike...
The minutes tick by and before he knows it, he is traversing the grassy knoll with quick, short strides. The kids already seem to like each other, to trust one another. And Kwartz knows Modicum Mortem...even better.
He allows his blue eyes to soften, he moves his forelock from his face, and wiggles the bright red bulb on his maw. The sensibilities of a child are simple - many found his “defect” funny, cute even. It was a good way to seem...unassuming. ”Ah, Prince Kwartz!” He exclaims in a fake jolly tone. He looks to the other two, and gives him the happiest smile he can muster. He looked very friendly, no?
”I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” he says as he comes to a halt in front of them. He isn’t much taller than the children, soon they would tower over him. Not that it mattered, and not that he really cared. ”Your mother sent me...” A slight pause as he looks up the to sky, which is filling with dark gray clouds. Spring storm? Perfect. ”A bad storm is coming, she wants me to bring you back to Sylva.” He glances at the Ischia heirs, he smiles warmly, but inside, his devilish plans are just hatching. ”And we’ll bring your friends, and Queen Krone will retrieve them after their meeting. Would you like to see Sylva, Prince and Princess...?” His tone ascends slightly asking them their names. But he already knows.
He knows a lot, after all.
@[Kwartz] @[Kromium~Karat] went ahead and posted for Morty so we can get this rolling.
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