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Post by Backabuth on Jun 26, 2009 19:31:45 GMT -5
Zak pushed his shoulder-length hair out of his eyes as he stepped into the quarters Galbatorix had supplied him. He was only a hall over from the throne room. He removed his cloak and hung it on the hook beside the doorway, then unfastened his belt with his sword attached to it and tossed it onto his tiny bed. He took off the belts strapped onto his chest and back, with about 80 daggers in sheaths fastened on them, and hung it up in his closet. Finally, he removed the sword sheathed on his back and hung it in the closet next to the dagger belts. Next he took off his week-long shirt and threw it on the closet floor, along with the pants he soon ripped off from how worn they were. He took out his nicest pants and slid them on, then took out his special-occasion shirt and slid it on over his head. His pants were black and his shirt was a forest green color. Zak ripped off a leather strip from his belt and tied it back so he looked more presentable. He sighed, looking in the mirror at the dark bags underneath his dark eyes, then fastened his sword-belt back on. He walked out of his door and continued on to the throne room.
Galbatorix had summoned Zak with a messenger a day earlier when he learned of Marola's change in heart. From the messenger's portrayal, Galbatorix was furious. Zak had sped on to the capital, leaving the messenger behind. He had just gotten to the city this morning. He figured he'd be facing his death today. But death was welcome in Zak's eyes. There was nothing left to live for.
Zak had reached the hall before the throne room by now and the guards on duty watched him with suspicious eyes. He had a bad reputation with all the guards, considering the fact he had killed most of the ones who had died. He gave them a mocking smile, then walked through the doors of the throne room as they reluctantly opened them. Galbatorix was sitting on the throne with a face as hard as stone. The doors behind Zak closed and he knelt before his king, his eyes cast downward.
Goodbye, Marola. Goodbye, Cortell. Goodbye, Rauthr. I have failed you.
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Post by arwyn on Jun 26, 2009 19:49:11 GMT -5
ooc- Galby kills Zac. Tough luck
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Post by Trinn on Jun 26, 2009 21:01:03 GMT -5
Seated upon his throne, Galbatorix watched as the man stepped forth and knelt. His eyes burned with a hidden fury. He did not speak for a moment. Let Zak sweat in fear. With the sound of creaking leather, Galbatorix got to his feet, strode slowly down the dias his throne rested on, halting before his servant. "Do you think me a fool?" he asked in the thick silence, his voice ringing forth coldly. "Do you think I didn't know your relationship with that... Marola... was more than just guardian?" Galbatorix tsked, circling Zak. Completing the circuit, he again stopped before Zak. "So tell me, Zak... Why didn't you inform me of her treachery sooner!" As the last word left his grim mouth, Galbatorix backhanded the kneeling man across his face. "Your insubordination is most dissapointing!"
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Post by Tismri on Jun 26, 2009 21:16:57 GMT -5
OOC: that's what you think, JB! *grins*
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Post by Backabuth on Jun 27, 2009 0:13:20 GMT -5
Zak flinched as Galbatorix struck him, but his pride would not let him falter. His eyes raised until they met Galbatorix's, hate and fury shooting out of Zak's like knives.
"My King," He spat out the words, his gaze still holding Galbatorix's, "I did not tell you of our relationship because we had one. And I did not tell you of her treachery because in my eyes, it was not. She finally saw what she needed to do and did it. I'm sorry she did it, but it is not my right to pity her. She would not want that of me." Zak paused for a moment, lowering his eyes back to the floor, then clenched his jaw, along with his gloved fists.
"My King, kill me if you must. But know that you will get no glory from it, for I wanted you to kill me."
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Post by arwyn on Jun 27, 2009 8:05:20 GMT -5
ooc- I see now. Jeriah knowing how much u like to use Marola I'm guessing that she kills Zac?
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Post by Tismri on Jun 27, 2009 12:07:47 GMT -5
OOC: ...maybe...maybe not...*whistles*
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Post by blodhgarm on Jun 27, 2009 12:16:07 GMT -5
occ; I have a strange feeling Milo is soon going to be involved.
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Post by arwyn on Jun 27, 2009 14:46:35 GMT -5
OOC: FINE BE THAT WAY, JERIAH. WHY WOULD MILO BE INVOLVED?
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Post by Trinn on Jun 28, 2009 21:25:57 GMT -5
Hand's clenched into tight fists, Galbatorix fought to keep his rage controlled. "I do not care what you think is treachery! If that wench planed on leaving my army, my riders, then that is treachery!" he boomed, voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings. In the silence that followed, the king paced back and forth, and a slow, cruel smile spread across his bearded face. "Now, killing you for your stupidity does sound appealing, no matter the lack of glory it will cost." He turned his dark, burning eyes on Zak. "I care not for glory." He walked towards Zak, his footsteps heavy. "But, I have thought of something much, much better for your punishment." His cruel grin spread into a wicked smile. "I command you to search out Marola. When you find her... Take off her head and bring it back." Galbatorix's voice was thick with authority and danger. Grabbing a tuft of Zak's hair, the mad king wrenched back his servant's head, glaring into his eyes. "Now, swear to me in the language that binds all that you will obey me. Your master." He gripped the fistfull of hair tighter, tugging at the roots.
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Post by Backabuth on Jun 29, 2009 14:37:50 GMT -5
Zak dared not cry out. As his hair was being slowly wrenched from his head, tears streamed down his face. But not from the pain. From having to kill Marola. Galbatorix's eyes made Zak want to cower in fear, but the fact that his life was on the line...And also Marola's. He closed his eyes for a moment, wondering what he should do, then slid his sword out of its sheath. Instead of trying to pierce Galbatorix, he held it up to the king with both his hands.
"Kill me."
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Post by Trinn on Jun 30, 2009 17:16:33 GMT -5
Grabbing the hilt in a meaty fist, Galbatorix wrenched the proffered weapon away from Zak. He examined it with a cruel and hawkish glance, then lifted an eyebrow. "Kill you? Foolish boy." Releasing Zak's hair with a thrust of his hand, Galbatorix strolled away from him and twirled the sword lazily. The blade whistled as it sliced through the air. "You will die in time." he said, turning back to Zak. "When I am finished with you." Reversing position of the sword, Galbatorix struck out with surprising speed, catching Zak in the jaw with the hilt. He lashed out next with his foot, kicking the fool in the chest. "Do you think I don't know your name?" he said coldly. "If you force me to use that one, worse pain than this will come." Galbatorix's voice rose. "Swear to me you will do as I commanded!"
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Post by Backabuth on Jul 1, 2009 1:32:47 GMT -5
The attack surprised Zak as he fell backwards onto his hands. The kick Galbatorix delivered after the lash brought Zak down farther, breaking his left wrist. The hilt of his own sword had brought an instant bruise to the left side of his jawbone. Zak pushed himself back upwards to his kneeling position with his right wrist, then held his left wrist to his chest. Pain itched its way into the back of Zak's mind, distracting him from what was happening. That distraction got the best of him.
"Yes..." He changed to the ancient language. "Yes, Master. I shall kill Marola Glorianasdaughter in the name of King Galbatorix. Before the end of my days on this earth, I will have killed Marola Glorianasdaughter and all related to her." Zak returned his gaze to the ground, tears streaming from his eyes and down his cheeks. He had to kill Marola now.
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Post by Trinn on Jul 1, 2009 10:03:11 GMT -5
Throwing out his arm, Galbatorix tossed Zak's sword at his knees. It landed with a metalic thud. "Excellent." Flicking his dark gaze up towards the heavy throne doors, he yelled, "Guards!" voice booming. Immediately the two entered, their nervousness apparent. "Take this man to one of my magicians for healing. Be quick about it." He looked back down on Zak. "I want you out of here by nightfall. Do not dissapointe me." The guards came forward, each grasping one of Zak's arms and pulled him to his feet. They bowed, then retreated with their load. Galbatorix watched them go, his burly arms crossed, dark fire in his eyes.
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Post by Backabuth on Jul 2, 2009 11:22:26 GMT -5
Zak only had time to sheath his sword before the guards came and began dragging him away. After a few feet of struggling to his feet, he finally got there and yanked away from the guards. With a stony, robotic voice, one said with disgust in his eyes, "We must take you to the healer. The King says so." Zak gave the man a deathly glare, then shoved him away, punching the other one in the chest so he crumpled against the wall and slid to the floor. Luckily, the doors to Galbatorix's chambers had already closed. Before he walked away, he went over to the guard he had shoved, still struggling to get up from the ground, then kicked him in his side. The guard slumped over holding his side where Zak kicked him. Zak spit on him. "The problem is, your king is not my king. He is my tormentor." With that hanging in the air, Zak disappeared down the hall and into the next. Into his room he went, grabbing things here and there and stuffing them in a pack. He put on his belt of daggers across his chest, then slung his second sword across his back. In mere minutes, the room was empty except for the desk and bed. Zak stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him, taking out his key and locking it, then slid the key underneath the door. As Zak disappeared down the hall towards the castle doors, one thing stood clear: He was not coming back.
(Continued in Gulai)
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