Family matters (part 2)
[06:24] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) called out “Greetings !!!”
[06:25] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “welcome home Silas i trust the sailing was pleasant”?
[06:26] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) tapped the small bag at his side. “Twenty golden double weighted Tarns.” he replied. His eyes would search for Malik as he would try to see if he had recognized the man on the plow.
[06:27] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): take a good look Malik
[06:27] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Walking a little over as she was covered in fur and blood from the verr and killings. Looking up she yelps in shock that her owner would see her in such a state and would only yelp in such shock’ my Jarl welcome home ‘she was off course excited and then keeps silent thinking that a wash might be good’
[06:30] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would jump down in one fluent motion to pick up his girl and swirl her around. It mattered to him little that she was covered in blood. Surely he knew of such. Even now he knew that after taking the dead man of his plow he would be covered in worse. He was one of the crew and would not only have them do the dirty work.
[06:31] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Stands and he trembles, much hope to his eyes. He bites his lip, so nervous is he
[06:32] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would grip Malik by the shoulder and push him forward “I know your uncle had better days.” he added to ensure the man knew who he was facing. “I fear he didn’t make it during the trip home.” he sort of explained.
[06:34] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) He squeaks on grabbing and push forward. Shocked, he is, to see.. someone that he recognises. He is terrified to see. ” Oh my.. HEAVENS. What… what.. ” – he loses his words and can now but dribble, his mind absolutely destroyed at the horrible scene
[06:35] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “it seems Malik that the situation has been resolved one way or another…i confess i see no features left that could identify.”..points…’that…perhaps you will enlighten us Silas”
[06:35] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘The flow of her blond hair as he spins her around as the laugh escapes those lips. The feeling of pure bliss before finding her feet touching back down onto the dock as all she could do was take a little step back and just watch as one drip of a time the blood finds it way into the water and would make sure to put the sharp knife aside’
[06:37] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) smiles as his eyes glint with this devious intent. Surely not laying all cards upon the table. “Oh I had quite an adventure. Very fruitful.” he replied to Portus. “I am sure Malik is pleased to know that his Uncle did not get away with what he had done.”
[06:38] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Completely astonished, his mind in pieces, he can but babble and stumble his words.. ” What… who.. when.. Uncle.. what.. did.. ” and his eyes are wide, as saucers, not understanding
[06:44] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would keep a firm hand upon the mans shoulder “Your father knew or perhaps I should say guessed that your Uncle was after his fortune.” he stated. “He asked me to bring him in this manner as to ensure you to see what is done to those that double cross your father.” he explained. “I have to say your father is far from the man I expected. ” was their praise in his voice ?
[06:49] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) His thoughts completely burned down, he does not even notice the firm grip onto his shoulder. He stands, mouth open in shock, dribbling, while tears run down his face and into the thicker beard. He blinks, terrified, then he tries to run, getting nowhere of course as he is held tight. He panics totally and tries to fight the grip, which holds him with great strength
[06:50] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “easy now”….draws his whip to focus Maliks mind…..”lets hear Silas’ account and where you l
[06:50] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): stand with regard to your father
[06:51] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Looking to the boy at it would seem he needs to get use to the life he has been given, its not all that bad. Upon seeing what he does moving out of the way and standing behind the stairs just looking hoping the boy wont do anything silly like he had done before’
[06:53] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) He tries to fight his massive panic. Seeing the whip, which he knows well by now, he stands, almost collapsing. Blood is loud in his ears and he is so terrified that almost does he pass out
[06:54] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) held the man firmly in his grip. The slave was strong but did not outmatch Silas as the man was clearly taken by emotion. He would wink to his girl as she would move out of the way betraying her intelligence. “You try to run before you even know what is to become of you ? Do you know your father that well ?” he asks – not yet giving anything away in the tone of his voice. “We got 20 double weighted tarns … tell me … do you think it is only for the murder upon your uncle ? Would such not be way too much … Surely you must have hope … as you spoke of your value.”
[07:03] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Weeping and with his thoughts so totally shredded, knowing that he cannot escape from the very tight and strong grip, he tries to focus and he swallows, grunting and blinking. ” Uncle…Oboté ? Ki..killed by F…Father ? Not un…derstand. Truly no ! “
[07:05] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “hardly the gratitude Silas deserves for acting in your matters…perhaps we should move to the hall and have silas relate the whole over a well earned drink”
[07:06] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) laughs “Yes, well he surprised me too.” he replied to Malik “I guess your father should not be underestimated.” he replied dryly. “Your father was aware and had me kill your Uncle and bring him as this gift to you. So you can see that your Uncle who betrayed you is punished by his deceit.” he empathizes. When Portus spoke of a well earned drink he laughs “Yes … I thought we wouldn’t get there today.” he laughs “Prepare a good tankard, mine.” he called out to his girl.
[07:09] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Shakes violently. as he is pulled away from the scene. ” Uncle..b..b..betrayed.. me ? In h..how this he d..did ? “
[07:11] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) walked into the kitchen and seated himself his eyes would lock with those of Portus. perhaps already conveying what came next. “Sit.” he insisted to Malik while his crew would stand by. While they waited for a good ol drink as well.
[07:13] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Totally as robot, he sits heavily to the bench, hardly able to think. He grips the table, shocked completely and not to understand. He continues with shaking, totally terrified
[07:15] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Looking down upon her self and even a wash of the hands would make the tankard look very red, she would need a whole wash down’ yes my jarl, ‘as she found her way to the kitchen and would start by placing the tools to the side, would then wash her hands then a little of the arm. Once done moving around though the red drips with lines, finding quite a few tankards, one by one she would wash them down and then making sure to dry them with no drip or drop left in sight. The barrel and tap flowing each tankard filling just the baring inches just away from the top. she would only grab a tray with that placing as many that would fit. Moving to her owners side first and with that voice soft and sweet’ my Jarl the tankard you had requested the ale ready for you to enjoy, ‘holding the tray before her it was the best way the others would get a drink as well’
[07:16] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): sits but does not relax…tensed ready to act in an instant with his hand on his whip…..”I will take a tankard of ale Bahirah”
[07:17] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would wait for his drink as he continues “Your father even knew before you were sent away. ” he starts. “Your uncle indeed had a hand in your predicament. He paid the captain to sort of lose you underway.” he would turn to his girl and take the tankard. His fingers brush hers as a silent gesture that she had done well and would see to Portus needs. “Your father confronted your Uncle when I was there. First I thought the guards were there to stop me.”
[07:19] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Listens, not believing but with no ability now even to stand, so astonished is he, that he continues to grip the table, attempting to calm his destructed nevers and not to shake as much.. ” P…paid..t…to …lose m..me ? “
[07:20] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘The touch with her own smile brushes, would move herself around and standing next to the jarl, she knew then to be silent as they started to talk and would offer tray up with the tankard of ale’
[07:22] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) nodded “Yes. Never really learned how much was paid but I doubt it was 20 golden double weighted tarns.” he answers “Your father even is to be companioned in the upcoming days. He might even have already.” he added as he would take a first good gulp of his tankard. “Seems his health was just a ruse for your uncle.”
[07:22] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): takes the tankard gratefully as it had been a busy day and nodded his thanks to the pretty girl indicating she was free to return to her master and sipped while waiting on the rest of the tale
[07:25] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Not thinking properly, he wobbles onto his feet, holding still to the table. ” Must.. s..see F..Father. Go H….Home now, m…me “
[07:29] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would slam his tankard on the table and jumped up to stop him. “No! You will not.” he replied cold “In fact those 20 golden double tarns are to ensure you are never to say you are his son. ” There it was – the brutal truth. “Your father allowed the plot of your uncle to test your resolve and strength. You failed him. And with it he wished you no longer as a son.” he would push the man before him. “Now I could simply slit your throat. Surely you must know by now that such is just my daily business.” he warned.
[07:31] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Would then move to the crew with the tray enough tankards for each, as she would watch them swarm over pushing and shoving as they took the drinks. Moving to the side she was not going to walk back into the kitchen now. She would find herself a nice little spot on the floor to sit, holding the tray into her lap’
[07:33] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): had also jumped to his feet in anticipation…..he and Silas had a talent for unspoken communication and had sensed the direction it was heading….”so Malik…no more talk of your return to your father your fate lies in our good graces alone do not make this harder on yourself than you need to be”
[07:35] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Squeaks on being pushed. He sees Silas and Portus stand and with their menaces, he freezes, shaking more at new things he learns. ” Father… h.. he… denies me ? I am h.. his heir ! I am Obi ! Son Of Usanté The Merchant ! I m…must g.. get h…home ! Please ! “
[07:37] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would attempt to strike without warning. “You are nothing but a slave. And y ou call us by our earned title. That of Master. You are not to go home. Your father companions your intended to have an heir that is worthy of the family name. You were the weakest link. And so he says Goodbye.”
[07:41] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): listens as Silas develops the last crushing blow…”let this be an end of the matter….we profited in acting for your benefit and now your situation lays itself out for you…slave you are and will remain. All hopes you had are gone like the wind…focusing your mind on doing my bidding is the only life ahead of you now”
[07:43] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) His thoughts and eyes with terror and as wild as his hair, he backs away and loses his mind, panicking and he does not think but to run and of course, he takes the very wrong direction and rushes to the kitchen, almost to bounce off the wall
[07:44] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) is quickly enough to take his weapon
[07:46] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would corner the man as he drew his whip. The leather he would coil around the mans neck. “Seems you need a firm lesson.” he would pull the leather as to choke him. “I think this one needs the whip.” he suggested towards Portus.
[07:47] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Just peek up a little she really did find herself a nice little spot leaning back down, she would stand up onto her feet this time to only watch as the whips where truly getting her attention for sure’
[07:48] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “i agree if only to focus his mind…have at him Silas and then lock him in the cage in my office so he can properly reflect on his situation”
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