It had been a little over a week now..
Since, his descent..
Since what many within the realm called, ?his falling?.
What some called, his-- betrayal.
However, he saw it quite differently, mind you.. Oh yes, indeed.. For he saw it, as this..
It had been a little over a week now, since his-- freedom.
The ties that bound, no longer a concern. No long relevant were the concerns, and misgivings of others. No longer relevant were the consequences, of his actions.. At least as far as consequences would go, in regards to those he turned from.
Mind you, there were always consequences.. Always repercussions, and what not. But why worry of such things.. He knew full well, there was so much to tend to, before any of that became any kind of a concern.
And tend, he did..
Foremost to himself.
His body took quite a beating, during the last encounter with those Scatch B*tches, and their friends..
The recovery, was how would we say? Ah yes, painful at best.
Yes, a baptism of pain.. The hurt, that felt so refreshing mind you.. Nothing, like having arrows pulled from your chest, and back, while you watch, to keep perspectives fresh. And mind you, that is not counting the teeth of one ice dragon, that seemingly decided to turn him into a chew toy.. Yes, those were a bit of a b*tch to have removed. But the experience, simply added to the reservoir, that was his drive.
Against the better wishes of his ?people?, he did not lie in wait.. No there was simply too much to do for, Raven. After all, plots did not hatch themselves, did they?
Like others, before and more than assuredly after, he had planned carefully for the events, that have unfolded and more so, planned for contingencies in the near future as well. He was no fool.. Not as Brian Ravenlock, not as Raven and surely not as the being known, as?
Forgive me, that would be telling no? But I digress, he was no fool.. He had seen how ?they? played the game. He had ridden both sides before, and carried a legacy deep within, that not only allowed him to carry out the very machinations, that those he once fought against used, but more so urged him to take things further, not by a step.. But by bounds!
He would not be content, with a simple beating.. I mean, anyone can do that. More so they did. Time and again mind you!
T?was like some f*cking, hand out they gave you at ?Villain University?.
Graduate, get your cap and gown.. A minion or three, and a folded pamphlet with cute little pictures, for ?how to? and what not.
Some parties had lost the sheer scope of what they were truly capable of, and who better to know than the very person that for years, had fought against such things! Who better to be a student of the game, so to speak, that the one who lost as much as he had won, against such things. Who better, to know such things, as? The last man standing, when others had hopped on a boat, and fled to parts unknown, leaving people with their *sses in the wind.. You get the idea. And mind you, if you don?t.. If they don?t.. All of you will, soon enough.
For he had kept a vigil indeed.. When others would simply fight, and leave well enough alone when the dust settled, he did much more.. He watched.. He listened and more so, he kept everything.. Places, times, names, faces and more.. Associates, habits, nuances, it didn?t matter. Be they on the side of angels, or otherwise, he documented everything.
After all, he was a Government Official at one time, was he not? T?was what they did.. Document.
Not to mention, the office he once held, gave such.. Access to places, and peoples.. Things left behind from the various incidents and what not.. Public works collected so much, in the way of wares and more so.. Little toys here, and there and quite a few gems in the otherwise literal pile of sh*t!
The EMS, offered a quick view into a whole other side of the world indeed.. Because when people were being treated, or more so sedated they said such things! Oh how lips would let loose with the smallest of details, and the largest too! You see, everyone talked to those who would help.. Everyone..
I dare say, the need to continue is a moot one.. But for the sake of, what the f*ck, let us shall..
Employee records, criminal pasts, financials, even some military backgrounds, awards, fines, investigations, and more.. All nestled within the walls of Town Hall, and more so, ripe for the taking.. Or copying, at the very least.
So this.. Plethora? Sure, what the hell, let?s go with it. This plethora of information was neatly compiled, and more so readily available. And it?s use had been made relevant in the most obvious of ways.
When he did in mere moments, what Renna herself, could not do in the years, she had tried so hard to do..
Break Isuelt..
With no blade.. No blunt object.. No firepower, or show of force.
Verbally, he did it..
He reached in, took her heart and twisted in such a way, she had no idea, what hit her..
Yet the result was instant.. And more so, devastating.
He brought her to her knees.. Her knees! And more so, he did not lift a f*cking finger to do so..
Now THAT, was power..
The reaction.. Instantaneous.
The word had spread.. Rumours, blended with fact.. Fact met, fiction at times, and more so..
?Why did he side with Renna!??
?He turned on the Scaths, why!??
?Where is Jenai, has anyone seen her!??
?I think he.. You don?t think he.. killed her? No, I heard he locked her away. Or that she left him too!?
?Was it he, who burned Jewell?s house down??
?I heard he tore an infant apart in the market and he raised the undead!?
?How did this happen?! Where are the heroes!??
So much heard, and yet it did not matter.. The end result was.. He now had their attention.. In a move so swift, so decisive.. So unseen, he now had their attention. And he would, continue what he had started.. There was no other way, it could be.
He would seem them broken, just as they left him.. Broken.
He would see them, fallen upon their knees, crying out to their farce of a belief that their Goddess, actually gave a sh*t about her little hypocritical whores!
He would see their undoing, and force them to see themselves, for what they truly were, and are..
And it would begin again with Isuelt.. He knew of Metro.. He knew of what she had done, and more so.. She knew.. That he knew that, and so much more when it came to her.. And so many others.
War had been declared.. And there was no walking away from this, for any of them.
His day had finally come, after years of lying in wait.. His day, was at hand.
God, save the King?
Since, his descent..
Since what many within the realm called, ?his falling?.
What some called, his-- betrayal.
However, he saw it quite differently, mind you.. Oh yes, indeed.. For he saw it, as this..
It had been a little over a week now, since his-- freedom.
The ties that bound, no longer a concern. No long relevant were the concerns, and misgivings of others. No longer relevant were the consequences, of his actions.. At least as far as consequences would go, in regards to those he turned from.
Mind you, there were always consequences.. Always repercussions, and what not. But why worry of such things.. He knew full well, there was so much to tend to, before any of that became any kind of a concern.
And tend, he did..
Foremost to himself.
His body took quite a beating, during the last encounter with those Scatch B*tches, and their friends..
The recovery, was how would we say? Ah yes, painful at best.
Yes, a baptism of pain.. The hurt, that felt so refreshing mind you.. Nothing, like having arrows pulled from your chest, and back, while you watch, to keep perspectives fresh. And mind you, that is not counting the teeth of one ice dragon, that seemingly decided to turn him into a chew toy.. Yes, those were a bit of a b*tch to have removed. But the experience, simply added to the reservoir, that was his drive.
Against the better wishes of his ?people?, he did not lie in wait.. No there was simply too much to do for, Raven. After all, plots did not hatch themselves, did they?
Like others, before and more than assuredly after, he had planned carefully for the events, that have unfolded and more so, planned for contingencies in the near future as well. He was no fool.. Not as Brian Ravenlock, not as Raven and surely not as the being known, as?
Forgive me, that would be telling no? But I digress, he was no fool.. He had seen how ?they? played the game. He had ridden both sides before, and carried a legacy deep within, that not only allowed him to carry out the very machinations, that those he once fought against used, but more so urged him to take things further, not by a step.. But by bounds!
He would not be content, with a simple beating.. I mean, anyone can do that. More so they did. Time and again mind you!
T?was like some f*cking, hand out they gave you at ?Villain University?.
Graduate, get your cap and gown.. A minion or three, and a folded pamphlet with cute little pictures, for ?how to? and what not.
Some parties had lost the sheer scope of what they were truly capable of, and who better to know than the very person that for years, had fought against such things! Who better to be a student of the game, so to speak, that the one who lost as much as he had won, against such things. Who better, to know such things, as? The last man standing, when others had hopped on a boat, and fled to parts unknown, leaving people with their *sses in the wind.. You get the idea. And mind you, if you don?t.. If they don?t.. All of you will, soon enough.
For he had kept a vigil indeed.. When others would simply fight, and leave well enough alone when the dust settled, he did much more.. He watched.. He listened and more so, he kept everything.. Places, times, names, faces and more.. Associates, habits, nuances, it didn?t matter. Be they on the side of angels, or otherwise, he documented everything.
After all, he was a Government Official at one time, was he not? T?was what they did.. Document.
Not to mention, the office he once held, gave such.. Access to places, and peoples.. Things left behind from the various incidents and what not.. Public works collected so much, in the way of wares and more so.. Little toys here, and there and quite a few gems in the otherwise literal pile of sh*t!
The EMS, offered a quick view into a whole other side of the world indeed.. Because when people were being treated, or more so sedated they said such things! Oh how lips would let loose with the smallest of details, and the largest too! You see, everyone talked to those who would help.. Everyone..
I dare say, the need to continue is a moot one.. But for the sake of, what the f*ck, let us shall..
Employee records, criminal pasts, financials, even some military backgrounds, awards, fines, investigations, and more.. All nestled within the walls of Town Hall, and more so, ripe for the taking.. Or copying, at the very least.
So this.. Plethora? Sure, what the hell, let?s go with it. This plethora of information was neatly compiled, and more so readily available. And it?s use had been made relevant in the most obvious of ways.
When he did in mere moments, what Renna herself, could not do in the years, she had tried so hard to do..
Break Isuelt..
With no blade.. No blunt object.. No firepower, or show of force.
Verbally, he did it..
He reached in, took her heart and twisted in such a way, she had no idea, what hit her..
Yet the result was instant.. And more so, devastating.
He brought her to her knees.. Her knees! And more so, he did not lift a f*cking finger to do so..
Now THAT, was power..
The reaction.. Instantaneous.
The word had spread.. Rumours, blended with fact.. Fact met, fiction at times, and more so..
?Why did he side with Renna!??
?He turned on the Scaths, why!??
?Where is Jenai, has anyone seen her!??
?I think he.. You don?t think he.. killed her? No, I heard he locked her away. Or that she left him too!?
?Was it he, who burned Jewell?s house down??
?I heard he tore an infant apart in the market and he raised the undead!?
?How did this happen?! Where are the heroes!??
So much heard, and yet it did not matter.. The end result was.. He now had their attention.. In a move so swift, so decisive.. So unseen, he now had their attention. And he would, continue what he had started.. There was no other way, it could be.
He would seem them broken, just as they left him.. Broken.
He would see them, fallen upon their knees, crying out to their farce of a belief that their Goddess, actually gave a sh*t about her little hypocritical whores!
He would see their undoing, and force them to see themselves, for what they truly were, and are..
And it would begin again with Isuelt.. He knew of Metro.. He knew of what she had done, and more so.. She knew.. That he knew that, and so much more when it came to her.. And so many others.
War had been declared.. And there was no walking away from this, for any of them.
His day had finally come, after years of lying in wait.. His day, was at hand.
God, save the King?