Sightles

When the Flames Die

Literally everything is going to shit.

When the Flames Die

Thomas smirked, once more, at Jezin's statemen, "You're too focused on her I kill the threat, rather than what I accomplished." Thomas replied, as Jezin went on, "Sir Redwyne, and my King Bard II, will see that I served the realm, and that's all that matters when it comes to protecting the last of his line." Thomas replied, as he stepped forward, and allowed himself to be led on by Jezin, "I will await to be proven in a trial, and then you shall seen my nature. I hope we can still be friends, after all of this. You are an honorable, and good man, Jezin, but I was trained to kill without honor when it came to those who would harm my king," Thomas added, sorrow slightly hanging onto his voice. The thought of grabbing a knife never entered Thomas' mind. He had no intention of resisting Jezin's impromptu arrest. What Jezin was doing was what Thomas would do in his situation, and he could not blame him for that, "She told me she was a killer hired to kill someone here, and that she was apart of a bigger group. I admit I acted rashly, but I acted in service to my King." Thomas finished, his voice somber, and serious, as he was lead on by Jezin.

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Thomas kept his steely face as he stared at Jezin, "Very well. Sir Redwyne will judge me honestly and justly, and see that I have done the realm a good deed." Thomas spoke, as he inched his chin away from Harmony, "Were you trained to believe everything anyone told you, or do you only believe those that have cunts? I guess your pride would prevent you from acknowledging them as an actual threat. I dealt with her before she could reach for the blades. When someone stands up from their seat rather quickly, reaching for there boot, it's not normally to offer you a pastry. I was simply quicker on the draw." Thomas added, sighing as he did so. Karl Lied was dead, but from what she had told him, she wasn't actually the man's bodyguard, "Tell me Jezin. Why would Karl show up now, with an entourage of 'bodyguards' to a coronation celebration he was welcomed to, when he didn't attend the celebration of the last king? Perhaps Karl had a more sinister plot that backfired on himself. Furthermore, would I of opened this door for you, of all people, if I had committed a murder in cold-blood?" Thomas pointing out, "Maybe you are becoming angry because I am making too much sense for my seemingly dishonorable action?" Thomas added, once more as his voice became slightly more agitated, "There's a place where they honor every man who fought fair. He even gets his own little tombstone." Thomas said, reciting what his father had told him, "There is a time and place to fight like a knight, and a time and place to fight like a street urchin."

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Thomas smirked, slightly, as the anger in Jezin polluted his voice, "Honor and justice has nothing to do with my duty when it comes to taking care enemies of the state, sir." Thomas replied, as he slowly reached for the billfold in the inside of his shirt, the one that contained the names of 5 other people here, that were working with Lexine, "She was not a woman, nor was she a man. She was a threat. I did not abandon my king. She came to the midnight feast, armed to the teeth. No person without a devious cause would arm themselves as she did." Thomas stated, his voice still keeping even, "She revealed her true intentions to me, and when I revealed that I was going to have her arrested, she resisted. The brawl got out of hand, and I had to do what I had to do. As you can see, she was still armed in the interrogation room, and I was not. We had promised each other to enter unarmed." Thomas went on, his voice still staying as level as before, holding eye contact with Jezin. He held the billfold out in front of him, "Inside you will find the names of co-conspirators to the crown of Bard II. This was a subterfuge movement meant to accomplish some plan dealing with Bard II. It was my duty to investigate, and when the woman escalated matters, I did what I did." Thomas further explained himself, as he raised his hands up after handing over the billfold, "The Order of the Thistle hasn't protected the royal family by preventing an assassination of a single member of the royal family for 150 years by playing by the rules against those who don't play by them." Thomas finished, as his visage kept it's iron-like look.

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Thomas stood in the doorway, silent for a moment, as Jezin steeled himself with Thomas' own blade, and the traumatized Sophia sat against a wall, distraught. Thomas locked his eyes with Jezin's, staying silent. After a moment of staring, Thomas turned back into the room, taking in the scene once more, before turning back around, "She was an enemy of the state." Thomas said, his voice level, and his expression one of indifference. Thomas, eyes locked with Jezin, with his level voice, spoke once more, "I stand in front of the One True God to take up guard of the King of Keilaudrin. My guard shall not end until my death. I shall remain celibate and chaste, hold no lands, and renounce any claims I hold. I win no glory, except for the king. I shall live and die at my post. I am the dawn of the morning, and the dusk of night. I am the Sword in the Palace. I am the Shield that protects the King. I pledge my life and honor to the King of Keilaudrin, for his is of royal and true blood." Thomas spoke, reciting his oath he had taken the day he joined the Order of the Thistle, capping off the recital with a sharp salute, with his right hand. The closed fist over his heart. The entire time, Thomas remained unblinking, his voice remained at it's even pace. If one were to guess, Thomas had just been going about his daily business, rather than just got done murdering a woman.

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Thomas froze as another gang rang out, and yelling assaulted his ears. Yelling from a man Thomas knew. Jezin. Thomas stood for a another moment, weighing his options, before gripping his key tightly and walking up to the door. Thomas looked back at the mess behind him. Blood on the ground, blood on the wall, chair overturned, a dead body with a obviously crushed skull, with blood pooled around her, not to mention she was stripped down to her under clothes. Thomas wanted to smirk to himself, he wanted to find some type of irony in this situation, but he didn't have the energy to commit to it. After another moment, Thomas unlocked the door, and opened it slowly, seeing Jezin, Harmony in his hand, along with a frightened Sophia beside him. Thomas went along, and opened the door it's full length, before speaking one single word, "Jezin." Thomas spoke, as his hands fell to his side. A man with a wrap around his face, hiding his burnt eye, and covered in specks of blood, along with one of his hands, which possessed it's own fair amount.

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Thomas felt the burn and pain before he knew what happened, He managed to get one final slam in, feeling her skull splinter into many pieces under her skin as he did so. He let out a pained groan, loud, and then a few very audible curses. She had struck him with the burning cloth wrapped around a torch. As he back up, he realized he could not see through his left eye. Raising a hand up, he felt the eye, crusted over and dried. Nerves were gone from that one little bit. He could feel marks around his eye, and there was no hair left to his left brow. Thomas cursed, as he looked down at the dead Lexine, blood pouring from her eardrums from her smashed skull. Thomas took care of the important things first. He tore off a few strips of her shirt's sleeve, and began the process of wrapping it around his head, covering the eye enough to hide it well enough. Thomas then began the next process. He tore off Lexine's shirt, with a large yank, prying the cloth apart. Inside, a neat billfold laid inside her shirt, but that was not the first thing he noticed. Under her clothes, Lexine wore a field uniform, with a large knife also inside the shirt. Thomas had no idea what type of military unit such plain clothes, but he was confused for a moment. Thomas then began the long process, and stripped the dead body down to it's skivvies. Dumping everything he found in a pile. A billfold with several documents in it, and three knives, that appeared to be fairly well made. Thomas looked down at the dead body, whispering, "Just who in the world were you?" Thomas was shook from his own thoughts by a violent banging on the metal door of the interrogation room, and yelling from outside. Thomas looked at the absolute mess he had made. There would be no hiding this action, but Thomas was lucky. He had possible evidence to support that this woman was a member of another nation's military, and was hiding it. Thomas pocketed the billfold, and let the three knives rest on the pile of ripped off clothing. Thomas took the key out of his shirt, and stood there in the middle of the room, a little too stunned to act for now.

No Haven [A Walking Dead Roleplay]

He is.. Clocky messed up, I assume.

When the Flames Die

Shit hits the fan: The thread.

When the Flames Die

Thomas stared down Lexine, as he rose to his feet. Thomas wasn't too winded, but he was enough so to cause him to start sweating. Without a word, and seemingly in conjunction with the loud burst of lightning, which shook the very foundation of the room, he charged forward, attempting to to grab Lexine's face, palm first. Thomas' plan was to slam Lexine's head into the stone wall behind her, multiple times if he could. Thomas' other hand aimed a punch directly for the woman's side, hoping to catch her slightly off-guard. This left Thomas extremely unprotected, but he hedged all bets on that the woman was far too weakened, and injured, to think fast enough to do much about his violent attack. Thomas had been trained for years and years in the finer parts of swordplay, but nothing quiet matched up to unarmed fighting. There was never much thinking, just acting. As Thomas charged forward, his entire mind was an absolute blank, thinking about nothing other than how he was going to slam Lexine's head as many times as possible into the stone wall.

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Redwyne Cole was standing at the end of the King's table when it happened. A tremendous bolt of lightning, followed by a crack of a breaking table. In a moment, Redwyne was covered in blood. In that same moment, everything Redwyne had learned over the course of his experienced life, came to life. In a instant, Redwyne drew his sword, and began yelling orders to other Order of the Thistle guards, but Redwyne had no idea what he was saying. He was a passenger to the events transpiring, his body seemingly acting on it's on instinct. Most formed a half box around the King, swords drawn and ready for any type of threat that might emerge from the confusion. Every Order of the Thistle knight had his sword drawn. Redwyne quickly made his way over to King Bard II, grabbing him by his expensive collar of his shirt, and yanking him from his chair. Everything every member of the Order of the Thistle had trained for was kicking in for them. It was likely a attack could be made any second on the King, due to the confusion that just occurred. Redwyne had seen it before with Arduin. Cause a distraction in one area, and watch as the sheep herd directly where you want them. Redwyne , still having a hold of the king, and surrounded in a neat box formation, made a quick pace to the Palace, in order to get the King to safety.