Ogrimskar shook his head and chewed on the cigar with ever
appearance of ruminating upon what the gnome had said. He glanced over to
Lindon, a grin spreading on his face beneath his beard. It took someone with
some familiarity with dwarves to tell the subtle differences in their
“Explosions would nae concern yer lady, less she bought
the weapons. If'n they blew up here, I doubt she would shed a tear for those
who fell. I don’t make no hiding o’ wha’ I know o’ yer Mistress. She is a right
beast an’ no mistake, but she don’t give a whit fer tha’ trenchmen.”
Tweaks shrugged his shoulders slightly, seeming to more
closely accept what Ogrimskar said than what Lindon did.
“I don’t doubt your caliber, Lindon, nor that of your
lady. But I do know that she didn’t bat an eye at Agol'watha, when Warlund
threatened to butcher anybody who left. There’s a reason that when I visit I do
not leave with my back turned to her. Though I doubt she could match me in a
contest of hand to hand combat, I don’t doubt her propensity to ram a knife
between my ribs, or poison me with a cookie she offers.” Tweaks chuckled
softly. “I think that she cares about loyalty, not about the individual
man. Though she seemed a bit more open when I visited her after the appearance
The commander would say nothing in regards to Ogrimskar’s
ideals of Eve, for he felt the same way- and knew it firsthand. But being the
loyalist that he was to the Daniels name, the commander merely inclined his
head in acknowledgement.
He then shifted his gaze to Tweaks, his expression sobering once
again, losing all face of the polite and kind-hearted commander. Agol'watha. This was the third person
who had mentioned Eve and Warlund and their position on it. It still infuriated
the commander when he heard of it, and likely? Both men saw it as his jaw then
clenched and the friendliness in his gaze shifted to that of irritation and
She cares about
loyalty and not the individual man. Boy, did they have the right of it. The
commander remained quiet for a time, considering his words carefully.
“While I do not always agree with what the Lady requires or demands, it’s
in my duty to follow through. But I will say this, and she well knows lest she
has forgotten with the possibility of being brainwashed,” he’d not say by
whom the brainwashing would have occurred from, but the gnome and dwarf were
certainly not ignorant. Nor was the distaste Lindon held for Warlund a secret.
“…but I have high morals for myself. For my men. Had I been there during
Agol'watha and not placed on some other mission, I can assure you, we’d not
have attacked innocents. Children. I am a beast upon the battlefield and
righteous bastard when it comes to commanding an army, but I am no
He was watching the curve of her chest rise and fall with those quiet sleeping breaths, and wondered why the gods had ever allowed him such a wonderful, perfect, agonising moment. It was in this grey morning, with the songs of sea birds rolling in with the tide and the salty breeze on his bare skin that he realised the unshakeable truth–he was in love with her.
Wilford is hiccupping, standing in his footie pajamas, alcohol pungent on his breath. He was giggling, and here he was, needing someone to take care of him for the night. A note was pinned to him. "Whomever it may concern, Please get this drunken moron out of my office, and keep him out. Give him some water, he'll dump it on himself so figure something out. He's in his pajamas. His only clean clothes. Entertain him. Please. -Dr.iplier." ((wilford-knxws-whats-best))
Bim was the one who found Wilford like that. He was at first startled seeing Wilford in his pajamas, but he found the note and read it. He took a deep breath, letting himself fill with some confidence, and took Wilford by the hand. “Let’s go, Wilford.”, he spoke with a gentle smile, carefully leading Wilford to his room. He normally was a little intimidated by Wilford, but since he needed help now and was apparently drunk, Bim would be happy to let him be the bigger one now and take care of Wilford.
What does love mean to the Kais? What does it mean to you?
‘’ You made an interesting question, suppose I could explain that to the likes of you. Love is an absolute command, a means to exchange peace && beauty between creatures. I cannot tolerate the transgressions and blasphemies that ningens commit, they are the symbolization of leeches; parasites. To me, love is for mortals to acknowledge && accept me as their only TRUE GOD, and in that Utopia of reverence, I would let them thrive. It is their own fault they are drowning in their own sins at the end of the day. “
You travel, right? Which places do you enjoy going to most? Any people you like visiting?
“It’s an understatement to say I’ve been to several places. Mountains, deserts, oceans, valleys, jungles, small towns, big cities….I’ve always favored higher up views of the ocean, the sun’s rays basking over the boats rushing by or the view of the other people down in the sea, enjoying themselves and laughing without a care, as well as the breeze pushing into your skin and enveloping you in a sense of serenity. Recently, though….”
“I’ve found myself winding up the same paths, wandering within the Johto region. I could go anywhere I want in the world, with exception of very few places and yet I find myself at the same crossroads, hiking up the same cliffs and mountains. The same views, the same sensations and people, and yet, it’s always for one person in particular that I visit…”
“….I guess you could say that he’s the one I like visiting.”