03-07-2016, 05:33 PM
Aeris balked, hearing the mans words. While there might be some grain of truth to them, indeed... his words reminded her very much of what King Llane might have said in the same position... they were spoken without understanding of her situation, or of the evil inherent in the slime in front of them.
"Rules? Agreements?" The woman spat, obviously angered beyond belief. "Perhaps your world is free of the orcish threat, but let me explain simply for you, oh Duke of House Atreides. Orcs do not respect diplomacy, nor do they have any goal other than conquering everything within their field of vision. Speak not of them as though they have a soul, or honor. They live only to swing their axe, like rabid animals. Speak not to me of a shortening of ways. If they had..."
Aeris stuttered, her voice breaking for a moment as she briefly paused. "...If they were interested in talking, our diplomats would have come back in peace, instead of pieces" Aeris stated, her voice slightly slurring at this last word.
"If you feel so safe with them, though, I will not stop you. I will only warn you that they will stab you in the back in time. For now, I shall withdraw. But know this..." Aeris said with a glare at the young noble. "Prime or not, Duke or not, if I find you guilty of assisting these beings with the slaughter of innocents, I will make you answer for your crimes." The woman stated, before signalling her horse to turn, the mount swiftly spiriting her away the direction she came. “And I will be watching.” She added, even as her horse pushed off towards the interior of camelot.
Grimm looked towards the woman, a signal seemingly half-formed in his hand as he began to raise it. Eyes darted from the woman, to the prime, and then to the woman again, before the hand fell by his side.
“Contrary to what the Azerothian knight might believe.” Grimm said with a sickly warm smile. “My kind is not what we once were. We were once at war with humanity. That much is true. Our world was dying, and ours were the actions of a few desperate individuals, trying to feed our women, our children… Yet, here, we fight only for the freedom of our colleagues, and for arbitration to be brought to the king of the realm… we thank you for disspelling the situation.” Grimm stated. “Perhaps she can be brought around to see reason one day. We have our own missions to carry out, however. While we would not turn down the assistance of a prime, we also have no goal to keep you here, either. You may do as you please. I shall signal my forces that you are free to come and go, with no interference or resistance from our forces.” the orc continued with a clumsy bow. “We would even be willing to provide you with a basic map of the area, if you so wish.” Doomtusk continued.
Inwardly, he reflected a different sort of idea. This prime could be dangerous if he found the full scope to his plans, but his foolishness was heavy. He reminded Doomtusk of Raal’s vaunted “perfect orc” - Doomhammer. While Grimm never understood Raal’s idolization of the man, he saw similar weaknesses in him - he did not tell, he asked, he negotiated, he made peace. One with power, who used it for only the benefit of others was, in his mind, a fool of the highest order and the easiest enemy to manipulate.
Still, he’d gotten rid of the knight of Azeroth, who Doomtusk knew might have very well caved his skull in depending on circumstance, and he had no need to antagonize an immortal, either. instead, he’d play the compassionate rebel, allow this man to leave the area, and continue his plans unhindered by the bleeding-heart Duke and his heavily armed comrade.
"Rules? Agreements?" The woman spat, obviously angered beyond belief. "Perhaps your world is free of the orcish threat, but let me explain simply for you, oh Duke of House Atreides. Orcs do not respect diplomacy, nor do they have any goal other than conquering everything within their field of vision. Speak not of them as though they have a soul, or honor. They live only to swing their axe, like rabid animals. Speak not to me of a shortening of ways. If they had..."
Aeris stuttered, her voice breaking for a moment as she briefly paused. "...If they were interested in talking, our diplomats would have come back in peace, instead of pieces" Aeris stated, her voice slightly slurring at this last word.
"If you feel so safe with them, though, I will not stop you. I will only warn you that they will stab you in the back in time. For now, I shall withdraw. But know this..." Aeris said with a glare at the young noble. "Prime or not, Duke or not, if I find you guilty of assisting these beings with the slaughter of innocents, I will make you answer for your crimes." The woman stated, before signalling her horse to turn, the mount swiftly spiriting her away the direction she came. “And I will be watching.” She added, even as her horse pushed off towards the interior of camelot.
Grimm looked towards the woman, a signal seemingly half-formed in his hand as he began to raise it. Eyes darted from the woman, to the prime, and then to the woman again, before the hand fell by his side.
“Contrary to what the Azerothian knight might believe.” Grimm said with a sickly warm smile. “My kind is not what we once were. We were once at war with humanity. That much is true. Our world was dying, and ours were the actions of a few desperate individuals, trying to feed our women, our children… Yet, here, we fight only for the freedom of our colleagues, and for arbitration to be brought to the king of the realm… we thank you for disspelling the situation.” Grimm stated. “Perhaps she can be brought around to see reason one day. We have our own missions to carry out, however. While we would not turn down the assistance of a prime, we also have no goal to keep you here, either. You may do as you please. I shall signal my forces that you are free to come and go, with no interference or resistance from our forces.” the orc continued with a clumsy bow. “We would even be willing to provide you with a basic map of the area, if you so wish.” Doomtusk continued.
Inwardly, he reflected a different sort of idea. This prime could be dangerous if he found the full scope to his plans, but his foolishness was heavy. He reminded Doomtusk of Raal’s vaunted “perfect orc” - Doomhammer. While Grimm never understood Raal’s idolization of the man, he saw similar weaknesses in him - he did not tell, he asked, he negotiated, he made peace. One with power, who used it for only the benefit of others was, in his mind, a fool of the highest order and the easiest enemy to manipulate.
Still, he’d gotten rid of the knight of Azeroth, who Doomtusk knew might have very well caved his skull in depending on circumstance, and he had no need to antagonize an immortal, either. instead, he’d play the compassionate rebel, allow this man to leave the area, and continue his plans unhindered by the bleeding-heart Duke and his heavily armed comrade.