Bishop — Roleplayer Guild

Location: The Kingdom of Abhainn
Interacting With:King Maddox Auclair(@Scarlet Loup), His Wife(@Fabricant451)


Some years ago...

"Good catch as always Jack. I'm impressed, especially with that last shot."
"Practice makes perfect my dear friend. That's all there is to it.."-he sees some flashbacks of where he freed prisoners and told them to run only to use them as target practice with his bow. Prisoners and undesirable company..
A rider was quickly approaching from the distance. It turned out to be the messenger with urgent news for the king.
"My liege! I have ne-"
"Get it on with. It better be fucking good since it couldn't wait after my relaxation time."
"The Western Indian trading company claims to..*gulp*..have lo..lost ha..ha-"- as the messenger was speaking, Jack's patience was getting thin. A crack was heard, the breaking of the arrow in his hand as he succumbed to the anger.
"STOP FUCKING STUTTERING AND TELL ME!"- he yelled to the messenger's face while lifting him up by his chest piece.
"they have lost half of our slave shipment due this month and they want full payment for the original quantity.."- the words came as whimpers and traveled faster than lightning. It took a few seconds for Jack to process it.
"ha..haha..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"- he started laughing as he let go of the messenger who was wise enough to take a few steps back, right next to his horse. The laughing continued for a good minute until he felt a hand land on his shoulder.
"Jack? Son, are you alright?"- the fatherly figure asked him. He was more of a father than his real father ever was. For starters he didn't lock him up in an isolated cell to boil his mind over the years and didn't beat him to let off steam. This man was the closest thing Jack had to a family and although he didn't feel love for him he felt respect and admiration. He remembered these things halfway through cutting into the man's torso with the head of the broken arrow. At some point that part of the arrow had broken again, becoming unusable and he had switched to using his hands to carve him up further. After his haze of anger washed off and he got his reasoning back he stopped. There was silence for a couple of minutes as he didn't move..

Then he got up and looked once more down upon the man's corpse and said:"For all it's worth I cared about you."
Looking to the messenger who was currently frozen in place, mouth agape and eyes wide he commanded:"Come here."
The boy's steps were automatic, like a robot's. His brain had stopped reasoning out of fear, going past the body's fear-dealing mechanisms and simply froze.
He took the cloth of the boy and started to wipe his hands. A few seconds later he started talking, slowly and clearly.
"Get a pen and paper and write after me."- he said while looking off in the distance.
The boy took a few second to process the request.
"Per..pepper..pan...pen and paper, pen and paper, pen and paper.."-he went on and on repeating these 2 words in his mind as he rushed to his horse and furiously searched for a pen and paper. Finding it, he turned to the king who started dictating the letter. It was sent to one of the overseas kingdoms that he had a trading relationship with. He made them an..offer in exchange that they apply pressure to the West Indian trading company as that kingdom owned one of the companies main trading routes. He would get his damn shipment and he would get the head of the one who wrote that letter..or dictated it. 
"Send this message at once."
"At once."- the boy said as he practically jumped to the horse like it was a life saver and galloped away full speed.
He turned once again to the body and said, more to himself than it:"The least you deserve is a proper burial."- his fists clenched as they drew blood.

That same day back at the castle...

He arrived at the castle, the leash of another horse in his hand, a body atop it. They saw the king bloody and the guards asked alarmed:"My king! Are you alright?! What happened?!"- they said as they motioned for someone to get the medic.
"A wild beast took us by surprise. It was too late, I couldn't stop it."
"It's good to see you unharmed."
"I am, am I not? Always unharmed.."

He spent the full day locked inside, a bottle in hand as he drank the time and regrets away. He started thinking of the other things he had done but it was futile, he just didn't care. That person who he just killed in his rage was probably the only one he cared about. Even if he wasn't like other people he still cared, in his own way. That day some could say, those who lived longest with him, that it was the most peaceful day in the presence of the king. He didn't respond to anyone, he didn't beat his wife as per tradition. He didn't even listen to what she had to say, all her snarky comments and whatnot. Just stood to himself.

The coming light he got out for the burial ceremony. All the nobles were invited and he could hear the gossips all the way from their homes.
A wild animal?-..just killed the poor man himself..-No, way! Is the king alright?-I remember them being close..-..Damn rotten beast! HE GOT THE WRONG PERSON!-..he couldn't have! Someone told me of the wounds on the body and they confirmed it to be from a wild animal.


The messenger didn't dare even to think about it, let alone tell anyone. The secret was safe from all but him. He didn't say a single word during the ceremony. He hadn't slept all night, his third bottle, almost finished, gripped tightly in his right hand.
That's the thing about Jack. He doesn't do things because he wants to intimidate people. He doesn't do them because he wants to be respected or feared or even adored. He simply does them. When he is in a temper his actions are beyond his control. And that's precisely the reason everyone who has known him for a while to see who he truly is, is afraid of him. They know that if they don't say the right things at the right time they might just be next. That stands for all but his dear lovely queen. He started to get bored with how good everyone had gotten to please him. It had gotten so good it was pissing him off! And so he took the girl for his queen to make things more interesting. He enjoyed breaking her, shaping her to his liking. Even her criticizing him was done to please him. Everyone was there for his benefit in his eyes.

Back to the wedding

He let his arm fall off his sister's shoulder only to turn and look at her with a warm smile before turning again to the king when his dear wife arrived to the gathering.
"I should have taken my waiting lady up on her gambit. She assured me you would not embarrass yourself, Jack." Rhoslyn made her presence known amongst the gathered lords, ladies, and nobles as she made her way from the carriage towards Jack, Julianna, and King Maddox, her smile present but her eyes expressing her displeasure with the actions of Slibah's seated ruler. "I told her she was asking for the impossible. Do try and act like your title suggests, if not for your sake than for the sake of your sister. This is her mo-"

This had gone on long enough.
"There always seems to be someone intent on embarrassing me. That is not a gambit, that is a fact."-he interrupted her speech while looking his wife in the eyes. His smile was warm, fooling the untrained eye but his eyes were always cold. Death could be seen radiating from them, the death of all the souls that suffered by this monster's hands. He then turned to the king and continued:"But you are right my queen. It is below my title to sully my hands whilst performing such acts. Next time I'll order one of my guards."-he turned to his wife as he said the last bit. The queen then continued to apologize on his behalf and carried on to join his sister, the future queen of Abhain.

"Now, king Maddox. As I was about to say before this accident, I have brought gifts!"- and he snapped his fingers as he said the last word. The other servants were all but eager to serve the king best they could lest they end up like their friend, drained of red.
Rows upon rows of chests arrived and stood one by one before the other king. They would wait for his approval to proceed and enter in the castle. He motioned for the servants to open some of the front row chests. Exotic clothing of the finest material from overseas, valuable objects, tapestry, weapons, he had gathered some of everything. All he waited now was for the king's response.
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