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High Noon at Crystal Fang Spire

Page history last edited by Master of the Hunting Mist 14 years, 9 months ago

Players: Chronos, Philokrates and Master of the Hunting Mist

Posted by Master of the Hunting Mist

 

A bright sun oversees the proceeding here, in Crystal Fang Spire, to the West of the meeting, indicating the time was noon. The meeting room is open to sky, an audience chamber that echoes the quietest sounds, fashioned of earth and crystal in abstract designs of anintelligence alien to humans. At the appointed time, Hunting Mist is there with Philokrates at the table, awaiting the arrival of Chronos.

Hunting Mist looks nervously over to Philokrates.

 After repeated requests to roll in the army with him were turned down, Chronos finally comes, alone. He does not look pleased as he glares the hatred of a thousand ice goddesses through his single blue eye at the man. As he approaches the table, he speaks coldly, "If any but Issthok had requested this meeting..." His eye turns towards Mist, "Get it over with. I will not tolerate the presence of the Butcher of Children for long."

You say, "Very well. Phil, speak the terms, an' lets get this done."

Philokrates speaks without anger as he retorts, "I have never killed a child. Your accusations are baseless. Furthermore, I will swear an oath: I shall never intentionally bring harm to an unexalted human child, where Child is defined by the terms of the local laws and regulations, if you will agree to lift your vendetta against me and withdraw the price on my head."

You say, "Is that acceptable, Chronos?"

Chronos sneers, "Human child? So you'll move your debauchery to the youth of other races? That is unacceptable, Butcher."

You say, "Mortal child, then."

Philokrates says, "Mortal is sufficient. I do not wish to be constrained by this oath from defending myself against some vat-spawned horror who could slay me if left unopposed."

You say, "Chronos? Your call."

Chronos sweeps his hand out to the side, "You are a plague upon the earth, Philokrates. Just kill yourself if you wish to make the world a better place. You should have died in Great Forks if you had even a shred of decency or dignity. But I guess if you had either of those you wouldn't be what you are." Lowering his hand, he glances to Mist, "The terms are acceptable. No violence. Ever. Against a mortal child as defined by the customs of the area. If the area has no such customs, no one under 17 years of age."

You say, "Phil? That acceptable to you?"

Philokrates says, "I first killed a man at the age of 15, as did most of the scouts in my platoon. 15 years of age."

Chronos points to Philokrates, "That includes mental, magical and emotional violence, then."

Philokrates says, "Unacceptable. Chastisement of the young is a vital part of parenting."

Chronos narrows his eye, "Then I suppose you won't be a parent, will you?"

Philokrates says, "I have already been entrusted with that responsibility. I cannot shirk it."

Hunting Mist scratches his chin, "So, nothing unnatural. Emotional is hard t'define, mental might be something like asking a hard question. Magical can be agreed upon. Phil?"

Chronos spreads his hands out, "How many broken bones, how many needless cuts, how many burns and tears have you extracted from these children already, butcher? Your care is like the ministrations of the Yozis."

Philokrates says, "I can agree to refrain from raising hand against children as previously defined, and to refrain from augmenting any verbal, written, or other form chastisement I may deployment with essence or charms."

You say, "Acceptable. Chronos?"

You say, "An', by th'way, accusations don' mean much here without proof. Ah don't have any, an' I'll be lookin' from this point onward."

Chronos hmphs, "Don't care to answer that question, do you? May the Void still take you for your crimes. You are a blight upon the Chosen of Sol. You shame the Exalted with your very existence. You were meant for greater things than this debasement." He turns his eye to Mist, "Begin the ceremony."

You say, "Alright. Phil, say it an' seal it."

You say, "Terms are, no mortal child by the laws of whatever land, or under the age of fifteen, shall be harmed by violence or magic by Philokrates. In return, Chronos, you will rescind your bounty and vendetta against Philokrates."

Chronos says, "I will repeal the bounty. I will not aside hatred for those who prey upon the helpless."

You say, "Phil? He won't like you, an' you shouldn't go to Chronopolis anytime soon. Can you live with that?"

Philokrates rests his hand upon Chronos', though he might cringe from it. "According to the terms laid out in this meeting, I seal this oath - Sanctified, sanctified, sanctified, sanctified, four times holy," he declares, his voice taking on inhuman resonance, his anima raising to full flare, a mighty bear exhaling the oath in bright warm scents to heaven.

You say, "So witnessed. So said, so done. So we're outta here. Thanks, Chronos, Phil. Let's not do this again anytime soon."

Chronos turns and strides off with a flare of his coat. He has no other words for this place.

You say, "Well, hope that gives ya a bit o'breathin' space, Phil."

You say, "Now, about this whole child-killer thing, and yer counter-claim, I'll need t'find out what happened, an' why people think what they do."

You say, "Ah guess ah'm heading to Great Forks, then."

Philokrates says, "I'm comfortable swearing an oath."

Philokrates says, "He saw me punt a whelp once."

You say, "Just one?"

You say, "He makes it sound like all the poeple you killed in 'Forks were kids, like you started in a preschool, or somethin'."

Philokrates says, "He saw me kick one child and somehow he's blown that in to a whole graveyard, or so it seems to me."

Mist shrugs, "People are funny, sometimes. They get a notion, an' they run with it. How far did th'kid fly?"

Philokrates says, "It was more of a... a kick from the side. They fell down and to the side and back, but they weren't sailing through the air."

You say, "Hrm. That was at 'Forks?"

Philokrates says, "'twas."

You say, "Alright, I head there anyways, an'get th'official word from th'Three, just so Chronos will know what th'truth is. He might already know, but one child getting hurt set him off, maybe, an' now words gettin' distorted. Go for a beer?"

Philokrates shakes his head. "I can't return there," he says. "The weight of my sins there is still too great. You'll have to go alone," he says apologetically. "I have my own work to attend to, now that I can act without Chronos' agents nipping at my ankles.

You say, "Alright, I'll give my thanks to Issthok, and you, you take care of yourself, hear? An' don't let Dream down, she seems like a nice girl."

Philokrates says, "She is. Excellent fighter, as well. Fortunately she is not mortal."

You say, "Say hi to her for me, willya?"

Hunting Mist picks himself up, shrugs the buff jakect into place and offers a hand to Philokrates.

Philokrates accepts it, and stands. "You are a man of many praiseworthy qualities, Hunting Mist. Thank you for your support."

You say, "Well, as long as I don' let it all go to my head."

Smiling crookedly, Hunting Mist head sout towards where Yoshi is patiently waiting, calling back, "M'names John, too, Phil. Use it."

Philokrates says, "Thank you - John."

 

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