09-02-2013, 11:48 PM
While the others had discussed leaving or staying when the group had finally noticed that two groups were converging on their position, Ganondorf had spent the time in consideration. Obviously, to leave alone was suicide. With only the barest knowledge of the workings of this place, any of them would be easy pickings for anyone out there. And, as Ganon knew intimately, death was quite often the least worrisome thing that could happen to someone.
On the other hand, to wait was to risk the possibility that these groups were out to capture them anyway, which would be no different than striking out alone. In the end, Ganondorf had the choice taken from him as the groups had arrived much more quickly than he would have thought. Fortunately, they seemed more focused on each other than the fountaineers, the reason for which became obvious as they spoke. As the final words were said, a newcomer to their group, some read-haired swordsman immediately darted to the side of the man who was named King. Additionally, the short creature who bore a strong resemblance to Samus, ‘Proto Man’ Ganon remembered overhearing, was posturing towards one of the more imposing characters that had arrived.
With a sigh, Ganon clasped his hands behind his back and worked on picking his words carefully. Placing himself equidistant between the two groups, off to the side so that he could see and address both at once, the Gerudo King began.
“First, allow me to thank you both for the cordial invitation,” Ganondorf said, investing the word cordial with just a hint of a questioning tone. “However, I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline.”
Casting a telling glance in the red-haired swordsman’s direction, he continued, “I’m neither some dog, to run in a pack and pay homage to my master, grateful for the scraps given me.”
He then glanced towards the receding form of Whirda, “Nor am I such a fool as to run off alone, in some misguided show of bravado and strength, not paying any mind to the wisdoms of alliances or fellowship.”
Returning to shifting his gaze between the two obviously in charge, Ganondorf decided to grace them with a sinister grin. “No… I will not be beholden to any man. False promises of freedom under the rule of a King, and power directed by another’s hand… these things hold no value to me.”
Finally, Ganondorf turned his back on the two groups, a show that no other words would sway him as well as placing himself in a position to face the other fountaineers as he concluded, “I’m sure that there are those among you who can see the truth in what I say. These people seek to control and manipulate you in their childish posturing for power. I’ll have no part of that, but I can’t speak for the rest of you. Do as you like. However, I’m sure there is a place where we… WE can be the ones in charge. Where no man will dictate how your life should be lived. I will find that place.”
His gazed took them all in, stopping to locks eyes with the ones whose eyes were visible. “I hope that when I do, you will be there standing with me.”
On the other hand, to wait was to risk the possibility that these groups were out to capture them anyway, which would be no different than striking out alone. In the end, Ganondorf had the choice taken from him as the groups had arrived much more quickly than he would have thought. Fortunately, they seemed more focused on each other than the fountaineers, the reason for which became obvious as they spoke. As the final words were said, a newcomer to their group, some read-haired swordsman immediately darted to the side of the man who was named King. Additionally, the short creature who bore a strong resemblance to Samus, ‘Proto Man’ Ganon remembered overhearing, was posturing towards one of the more imposing characters that had arrived.
With a sigh, Ganon clasped his hands behind his back and worked on picking his words carefully. Placing himself equidistant between the two groups, off to the side so that he could see and address both at once, the Gerudo King began.
“First, allow me to thank you both for the cordial invitation,” Ganondorf said, investing the word cordial with just a hint of a questioning tone. “However, I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline.”
Casting a telling glance in the red-haired swordsman’s direction, he continued, “I’m neither some dog, to run in a pack and pay homage to my master, grateful for the scraps given me.”
He then glanced towards the receding form of Whirda, “Nor am I such a fool as to run off alone, in some misguided show of bravado and strength, not paying any mind to the wisdoms of alliances or fellowship.”
Returning to shifting his gaze between the two obviously in charge, Ganondorf decided to grace them with a sinister grin. “No… I will not be beholden to any man. False promises of freedom under the rule of a King, and power directed by another’s hand… these things hold no value to me.”
Finally, Ganondorf turned his back on the two groups, a show that no other words would sway him as well as placing himself in a position to face the other fountaineers as he concluded, “I’m sure that there are those among you who can see the truth in what I say. These people seek to control and manipulate you in their childish posturing for power. I’ll have no part of that, but I can’t speak for the rest of you. Do as you like. However, I’m sure there is a place where we… WE can be the ones in charge. Where no man will dictate how your life should be lived. I will find that place.”
His gazed took them all in, stopping to locks eyes with the ones whose eyes were visible. “I hope that when I do, you will be there standing with me.”