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eachdraidh2015-01-18 09:48 am
dragmire) wrote in eachdraidh2015-01-18 09:48 am
005 / Seelie + Unseelie / (Video + Action)
{ Locket - Video }
[The image shows a hard looking man, dark green of skin and fiery red in beard and hair. The rough lines of his features show his age and a lifetime of hard living, though he richly decorates himself in gold and jewels that adorn his forehead, his spiked crown, and earrings. There was no kindness wrote in his eyes and his bearing was that of a general and a king. Every word he utters is precisely mean.
His is a name that is known throughout the Drabwurld, despite not yet having lived in this world for a full year.]
I am Ganondorf Dragmire, Lord of both Mair and Maupertius. Both I have won through battle and conquest and that alone should tell you all you need know of me. A battle is coming that will make our previous conflicts look like squabbles. In light of recent aggressions within Unseelie territory by Seelie shardholders, I will no longer tolerate Seelie shardholders within my city without my express authorization. I issued this warning once, but now I make it law. All Seelie shardholders will leave my lands or they will be considered spies and be treated thusly. I will allow one week for any such individuals to make their arrangements and leave. After that week, they will no longer be tolerated. Neither Mair nor Maupertius will provide a safe haven for you, regardless of whether you think to claim neutrality to this conflict. Your word is meaningless next to the safety of my people.
Do not trouble me with your objections or accusations. I have no use for them.
{ The City of Mair }
Inside the city, Ganondorf was busy. There might yet be those in the city who could see his preparations, but let them. He had been hard at work. During the days he would drill his soldiers for hours. They were trained in mounted combat, archery, swordplay, and all those skills that were born to the Gerudo warrior. These were his personal elite guard and selected from the soldiers for which is native commanders and lieutenants commanded. They were men and women both, of races of human and elf and dwarf and orc and trowe. They were trained to their strengths and made to be deft of hand, hard of body, and quick of mind. But even that was not the highest honor. When each day's drill was completed, Ganondorf would select among the women the strongest and best of the elite. She would follow him to his tower and then...
Most could not say. All knew not to ask. All that mattered was that the next day, Ganondorf's small force of Iron Knuckles would grow by one. They would become like statues that were given a key part of the city's defense to guard. They did not move and they did not speak, but they waited. They did not train, but all knew that their strength was fearsome to behold. They carried war hammer or battle axe or greatsword and each one was heavier than what any man or woman should be able to carry.
In the city, nothing escaped his notice. It was common knowledge that eyes of Ganon are everywhere. On the tops of buildings, his gargoyles watched as silent sentinels that kept the peace and enforced his law. In the skies above, kargarocs patrolled the skies when they were not busy in petty disputes over a plump pigeon or stray cat. His own agents were elsewhere, always listening. The people knew this and they did not love him for it, though they had also not forgotten the old Lord Magister who had been brutal and cruel. They might not have been watched, but they felt secure behind the walls. Ariadne's builders had made the city strong and Ganon's soldiers had made them fortified. Even mages were paid to enchant the stones so that it could not be so easily breached as it had been when Ganondorf took the city with a few hundred men and his shardholder companions.
Those who sought Lord Dragmire would not have difficulty in finding him. He paraded his soldiers out of the city and into the wide open country outside the walls of Mair. It was important that his presence always be felt, so he often led patrols himself inside and outside the city. Within the castle, he permitted any to come to his audience chamber where justice was dispatched. He kept no council but himself, but he did listen and a shardholder always came first to his attentions. Those who came to the city were treated gently, given rich accommodations, and freedom to explore all parts of the city save for his own black tower in the center of the castle.
[The image shows a hard looking man, dark green of skin and fiery red in beard and hair. The rough lines of his features show his age and a lifetime of hard living, though he richly decorates himself in gold and jewels that adorn his forehead, his spiked crown, and earrings. There was no kindness wrote in his eyes and his bearing was that of a general and a king. Every word he utters is precisely mean.
His is a name that is known throughout the Drabwurld, despite not yet having lived in this world for a full year.]
I am Ganondorf Dragmire, Lord of both Mair and Maupertius. Both I have won through battle and conquest and that alone should tell you all you need know of me. A battle is coming that will make our previous conflicts look like squabbles. In light of recent aggressions within Unseelie territory by Seelie shardholders, I will no longer tolerate Seelie shardholders within my city without my express authorization. I issued this warning once, but now I make it law. All Seelie shardholders will leave my lands or they will be considered spies and be treated thusly. I will allow one week for any such individuals to make their arrangements and leave. After that week, they will no longer be tolerated. Neither Mair nor Maupertius will provide a safe haven for you, regardless of whether you think to claim neutrality to this conflict. Your word is meaningless next to the safety of my people.
Do not trouble me with your objections or accusations. I have no use for them.
{ The City of Mair }
Inside the city, Ganondorf was busy. There might yet be those in the city who could see his preparations, but let them. He had been hard at work. During the days he would drill his soldiers for hours. They were trained in mounted combat, archery, swordplay, and all those skills that were born to the Gerudo warrior. These were his personal elite guard and selected from the soldiers for which is native commanders and lieutenants commanded. They were men and women both, of races of human and elf and dwarf and orc and trowe. They were trained to their strengths and made to be deft of hand, hard of body, and quick of mind. But even that was not the highest honor. When each day's drill was completed, Ganondorf would select among the women the strongest and best of the elite. She would follow him to his tower and then...
Most could not say. All knew not to ask. All that mattered was that the next day, Ganondorf's small force of Iron Knuckles would grow by one. They would become like statues that were given a key part of the city's defense to guard. They did not move and they did not speak, but they waited. They did not train, but all knew that their strength was fearsome to behold. They carried war hammer or battle axe or greatsword and each one was heavier than what any man or woman should be able to carry.
In the city, nothing escaped his notice. It was common knowledge that eyes of Ganon are everywhere. On the tops of buildings, his gargoyles watched as silent sentinels that kept the peace and enforced his law. In the skies above, kargarocs patrolled the skies when they were not busy in petty disputes over a plump pigeon or stray cat. His own agents were elsewhere, always listening. The people knew this and they did not love him for it, though they had also not forgotten the old Lord Magister who had been brutal and cruel. They might not have been watched, but they felt secure behind the walls. Ariadne's builders had made the city strong and Ganon's soldiers had made them fortified. Even mages were paid to enchant the stones so that it could not be so easily breached as it had been when Ganondorf took the city with a few hundred men and his shardholder companions.
Those who sought Lord Dragmire would not have difficulty in finding him. He paraded his soldiers out of the city and into the wide open country outside the walls of Mair. It was important that his presence always be felt, so he often led patrols himself inside and outside the city. Within the castle, he permitted any to come to his audience chamber where justice was dispatched. He kept no council but himself, but he did listen and a shardholder always came first to his attentions. Those who came to the city were treated gently, given rich accommodations, and freedom to explore all parts of the city save for his own black tower in the center of the castle.
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