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| To Try an Amyrlin; attn: Sapphira. | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 14 2009, 05:30 PM (58 Views) | |
| Zakriid | Feb 14 2009, 05:30 PM Post #1 |
Rei al'N'dore al'Mordero
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Quicksilver rippled and bubbled, the surface of the mirror quivered and then peeled away to reveal the network of hallways beyond. Shaped from within the walls themselves, these exceedingly narrow passages were the stuff of secrets and silence. Like a ghost, those who tread here did so on quiet foot; these passages were used primarily by the Death Dancers. A redhaired, black clad warrior of middling height wandered in through the gilded arches, and the vapid quicksilver liquid fell back into place, going shear and then settling into a normal inlaid wall mirror once again. There was a warmth feeding into the Rei's lower extremities, he could feel the heat of the dagger on his bare skin, wear he had a blade strapped to his shin. He was for all intents and purposes now fully aware of the relative position and state of that other Rei. He could feel from the warmth of the dagger that Sarecer still lived, and he could feel generally where that other dagger was in relation to this one. The ter'angreal was simple, the hotter it got, the closer the other dagger was to this one. Should the two ever touch, both would turn molten on the spot. More over, this dagger would hum lightly when the possessor of the pair held the One Power. It would shake when that bearer channelled, and it would twitch when he killed with it. It would whistle if the possessor were injured, and shriek should the possessor die. Of course one had to activate the ter'angreal first before it would tattle on the possessor of it's twin. And it was not in the Dancing Death Rei's plans to tell the other how to accomplish that feat; even if it was rather simple. You need only cut yourself on the chosen blade, and then give that blade to another. So long as you held the twin to the blade, it would tattle on whomever held the first dagger. So you see, it was the perfection in those devices, that you needed both ahead of time for it to work in your favour. Thus so long as Zakriid never cut anyone with the unsullied blade he now possessed, the scheme would go on un-countered. Zakriid left his office, winding down the narrow spiral stairs, leaving the Black Tower for the combined dungeons and vaults below both. Other than the odd knife, the Rei wore only a tarred buckler. He was not one for any physical acts of violence, when it came to fighting, he did it on the battle field or on parchment. Swords had no place in the halls of the Towers, and those who carried them showed a distinct flaw of character. The Dancing Death Rei was completely relaxed with the concept of his own safety. Any who would dare raise a weapon against him was as good as signing their own death warrant. Force of arms, and force of the One Power did not win as many battles as proper planning and lawful foresight. Those who made plans against Zakriid were uncovered and disappeared before they could enact them, that was why everyone had Eyes and Ears in the first place. Only crimes of passion were any threat to him, in theory. He felt no fear from the mind, but rather loathed what lay in the hearts of others because of their cowardice and weakness. Once in the bowels of the Towers, in the special detention area for high ranking officials, the Rei looked up to see the underside of a tiled mosaic set in the ceiling above him, the floor of the room above. Creating a precise trigger-weave and laying it on the ter'angreal mosaic above, the tiled pieces hummed and vibrated, falling out of the roof and falling to be suspended in mid air. Really the tiles but lowered themselves and reformed as a flight of stairs for as long as trigger-weave stay laid upon it. And so the red Rei climbed up out of his hidden hallways and into the depths proper, cutting the weave rather than letting it fade. In response, the tiles hummed and buzzed again, falling upward this time, back into the configuration of a set mosaic set in a tiled floor: a rose set on a field of midnight with green men dancing about it. Moving through the depths, to a particular set of residences, hardly a dank cell, not even a cell really, it was the political lot. Anyone of any import was not held like common criminals, it was not the Towers way. Lace graces our steel, satin gloving our iron fists. It was the way of thing, save for where Black martial tradition interceded, it was about enlightened tyranny, and exercising discriminating judgement. Moving to the lavish 'cell,' for lack of a better term for these apartments where the only guard was to keep others away rather than a captive in, since principle enough of allowing due process should bind the prisoner. If you are not guilty, then why leave your sell... unless you have fear of something being uncovered. Purging emotion from his voice, he nodded for the guardsmen in black, his men, to step back and open the door, "The tribunal is set, it is time..... Mother." |
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"I watched my world burn under the arms of chaos and madness, who are you to judge me until it happens here? Follow my words and pray to the Light that it never come to that." -Zakriid, addressing a critic, right before pushing him into a skimming gateway. Spirit Elementalism | |
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| Sapphira Calren | Feb 15 2009, 10:34 PM Post #2 |
High Queen & Chancellor
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At first Sapphira had fumed, she had been in a silent rage for the Light only knew how long. She knew that shouting or causing a scene would do her no good, and it would only make her guard- and whomever he was reporting to -see her as weak, and possibly guilty. Well, Zakriid was already convinced she was guilty, but Sapphira refused to bend. She had done nothing wrong, she had never betrayed the Towers, and she was certainly not Black Ajah! The thought still made her so angry she could hardly see, but for the most part, she had calmed. She would be let out of this eventually, they would realize their mistake, or at worst she would be taken to trial, where they would be able to prove nothing. A part of Sapphira could not wait to see Zakriid's reaction when he realized that he had wrongly detained the Amyrlin Seat, and had made a fool of himself all at once. The greater part of her was just looking forward to being back where she was supposed to be. She did not relish paperwork or worrying over the war, but it was far better that way than being stuck in this cell where she could do nothing. At least out there she had some control over things. Here she could only wait. Still, she had calmed considerably over her time in captivity, and although she was certainly not happy now, she was not as constantly angry as before. No one could be that angry for very long, not if they wanted to have any hope of anything else. Sapphira realized that anger was not going to get her anywhere, she had to make sure she was ready when they finally did come to get her out, whether for trial or to let her get back to her work. She had to be calm and cool and collected enough to make any White jealous, she had to be the very image of Aes Sedai. Images were as important as facts sometimes, and she was not going to take any chance of her judges being swayed by appearance. Not that she thought the Towers would provide anyone so incompetent, but that was no reason to take the chance. Sapphira's head jerked up when the door opened, revealing the very Rei who was the reason she was here. Sapphira was surprised as his nerve, they could have had her brought up by a guard, but no, this man simply had to have the pleasure of coming to get her himself. His voice was cold when he told her that everything was ready, barely adding her honorific to the end. It was infuriating, he made her title sound like an insult, as if being the Amyrlin Seat was something to be ashamed of. Sapphira kept the cool she had worked so hard to gain though, and stood. "Thank you for seeing to the preparations, son. Shall we go?" Sapphira had no idea whether her attitude would have any affect at all on Zakriid, but that was not what was important. What mattered was that Sapphira was calm, and although nothing was in her control, she had still made the decision to go on her own, and even invited Zakriid with her, before he actually told her anything that needed to be done. |
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