[1116] – Y06.016- Unfinished Business X
‘What is he doing?’ the neer thought. He was a towering figure even without his warhorse, his eyes pressing upon the half dragon’s shoulders. The heavy armour hid him from sight, intricate engravings patterned all throughout his beautifully crafted armour, most of which were in respect of the Divine. The de at his side was one of the greatest across all thends, and yet this half dragon stood tall and proud against him.
He must have been one of those.
“Many blessings to you,” Sir James Greatwood said, his voice deep and full of power. It was that kind of voice, the kind that knew he was one of the strongest across all of Alnd.
Bael remained silent, his eyes staring deep into the eyes of the Aldishman.
“I am Sir James Greatwood, Grand Commander of the-,”
“I know who you are,” Bael replied, his lips slowly forming a grin towards the Grand Commander.
“May I ask your name?”
“You may.”
“…”
Bael smiled even wider, raising a brow towards the Grand Commander, coaxing him to ask right in front of all these heavily armoured warriors of the Order. They all wore cloaks, but while some wore cloaks of dark green, others wore cloaks of dark gold, and thest, a darker shade of cherry. The Grand Commander himself wore a cloak of dark green.
“Did we offend you?” James asked.
“I had nned to y several hydraest year,” Bael replied.
“…”
Bael did not expand, the yful re within his eyes turning darker as the seconds passed. His eyes remained glued to the Grand Commander’s, not allowing him to look away.@@novelbin@@
“What is the name of your respected family?” James asked.
“You would not know it.”
“We know much.”
“No,” Bael replied, narrowing his eyes slightly.
“Do you intend to block our path?”
“Something like that?” Bael tilted his head.
‘Why did he fight against usst year?’ James thought. ‘How did he join up with that fiend?’
Bael continued to re at the old man, ignoring the various gazes falling upon him. The Grand Commander was a Paragon, and though Bael was certain the heavily armoured Oathsworn was strong enough to sh with him, even surrounded by the rest of the Grand Commander’s Order, the half dragon did not show a hint of fear.
“May I ask you to step aside?” James asked, though his tone was no longer quite as respectful, holding the whisper of a threat.
“If I refuse?”
“You will leave me no choice.”
“We all have a choice, young man,” Bael replied, grinning even wider.
The crackle of energy broke the silence. It hadsted a moment, but the sound of steel being drawn filled the air, though the Grand Commander did not react. Even surrounded by dozens of des, the half dragon did not flinch, nor take his gaze away from the Grand Commander.
Fortunately for the pair of them, a group approached the half dragon and the Grand Commander, led by a woman. She wore blue tattoos upon her forehead, that of a circle nked by three diamonds on either side. Another had also followed her, a figure the Grand Commander had not expected.
“Grand Commander James,” Sonarot greeted. “I am President Sonarot of the United Kindom.”
“Mother’s blessings to you, President Sonarot,” Grand Commander James replied.
“Do you have business with the United Kindom?” Sonarot asked, as though she had no idea why they were truly here.
“I have business with the Iyr.”
“What is the nature of your business?”
“…” James remained fixated on the woman’s gaze. “You know of the business, I am certain.”
“What a shame,” Sonarot replied, but before she could continued, she turned her head, hearing the sound of wood striking the floor, and with each step he took, it grew louder.
It was the whimpering, however, that darkened the atmosphere, for within the arms of the older red skinned Iyrman, two green skinned children clutched at her chest.
However, the Orders had only nced at them for a moment, for their eyes became glued to a particr figure in purple, who was nked by two figures in full te. However, their eyes then fell to a particr crippled Iyrman.
‘I told you to remain behind…’ Sonarot thought, feeling her head pulse, knowing whose idea this was. Thankfully, the children were surrounded by the appropriate Iyrmen, from the likes of Jarot and Gangak, to Baztam and Dogek, who would make the Orders paused before stepping forward, while the presence of their kakos and papos soothed the twins.
“It has been many years,” James said.
“It has,” Jarot replied.
“It is a shame we have met like this.”
“It is.”
“Sir Kris spoke of you often.”
“Does he still speak so much?”
The Grand Commander’s brow pulsed, ring into the Mad Dog’s eyes, while a wild grin spread on the Iyrman’s face.
“Have youe to speak with the Great Elders?” Jarot asked, his voice almost a whisper, filled with a joy the Aldishmen hadn’t expected.
“I have.”
“…”
“…”
“I did not expect to see you here, Bear Mother,” James finally said, greeting the Grand Commander of the Steel Bears.
“I wished to speak with an old friend,” Anne replied.
“I was informed you were quite close with some Iyrmen. I had not expected them to be involved in the matter.”
Anne could feel the usation strike her like a de, the woman’s eyes wincing slightly at the words as she tried to calcte how to respond appropriately.
“I, unfortunately, cannot involve myself in the matter,” Malfev spoke up, reaching up to brush his beard gently, the old man smiling, though his eyescked any light of humour.
“Were you not within the fort?”
“There were many within the fort who were not involved.”
“Am I to understand you were at the fort coincidentally?” James asked, his sarcastic tone trying to press down upon the Iyrman.
“I was at the fort to bring back the bodies to the Iyr,” Malfev replied, still beaming innocently, though the darkness within his eyes remained.
“You were to return the bodies, but you were not involved?”
“If I was able to draw my spear, your Vice Commander would not have returned,” Malfev said. “Though our Amokan, half his age, fought him well enough.”
“Did you hear?” Amokan whispered to the twins, reaching out with a finger to tickle the boy’s cheek gently. “I fought their Vice Commander well.”
James ignored the provocation, his eyes falling to the nearby figures, each Iyrmen he held a slight familiarity with, save for two. “Duteous.”
“Sir James,” Dogek replied.
“ck Shark.”
Baztam grinned wide. “I prayed to Baktu you woulde.”
“Why is that?”
“If youe with your own two feet, how can we deny you your rights?” Baztam asked, holding out his hands in front of him before praying lightly. “Baktu, it is my privilege to ept your blessing.”
The threat did not go unnoticed by the Grand Commander, but he remained silent in the face of it. After all, he was here for one man, and one man only.
“Huu,” Jirot whimpered, before clutching at her nano’s cor. “Nano! Nano! I must tell mummy!” Her voice was barely a whisper as she urged Gangak to return back to the fort, and hopefully, back home.
“Do not cry,” the old Jarot said. “There is no need to cry now. You are safe. Do you see? You are within the vige, but they do not dare to draw their des.”
James had noticed just how many of them had smirked at him. From Bael, to Malfev, to Jarot. Each had tried to rile him up, in order to cause him to make a mistake. Outside of the twitchy des drawn for Bael, the Order had given no reason for the Iyr to spin the situation into their favour.
Jarot began to howl withughter. “Do you see? Jirot! Jarot! Do you see? These are the warriors of the Orders, and even upon their King’snd, no, the Aldish King’snd, outnumbering us so, they dare not to attack you. They know you are of the Iyr, and they know the consequences.”
“You consider the goblins Iyr-,”
“Iyrmen,” the Iyrmen corrected, their voices clear, even rming the twins as they hid their faces within their greatmother. Gangak pulled back slightly, stepping away from the others, with Baztam and Dogek stepping away with them. They understood why, for after the deaths, the children required clothies. It had been brave of them to not soil themselves on the way.
‘Give me a reason,’ Jarot prayed. ‘Do it!’
The Iyr would not make the same mistake as they had the previous year. Though Jirot and Jarot were upon Aldishnds, it would have been difficult for any of them to try to kill the children. Thankfully, there were three great shields in the way. Duteous Dogek and ck Shark Baztam, each who could sh with their greatest warrior, and finally, the third figure, who invited in all the res.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” James asked, staring past the two heavily armoured figures, to the young man in puthral. “You were the one to murder my Vice Commander.”
“No,” Adam replied, inhaling sharply, flexing away the nerves.
“No?”
“I didn’t murder Kris or Melissa, whatever her name was.”
“Melinda,” James stated, calming his heart, not allowing the young man to bewitch his heart.
“Murder implies it was uwful.”
“I should have killed you all those years ago.”
Adam undid his visor, and with the audacity that could onlye from the grandson of the Mad Dog, a small smirk appeared on his face. “Heh.”
‘Oh, Adam.’ Jaygak sighed, feeling the intense pressure in the air, as Adam did what he did best.
Court death.
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This might be cringe of me to say but I think Bael is cool.