Cairyn Midore
Use may be fatal.
Cairyn was infuriated, and entirely so. He'd been insulted, utterly humiliated. Why, he'd been treated with better dignity in the captivity of the Sith. Okay, that was a bit (a lot) of a lie, but that hardly excused the fact that the Gamemaster felt so utterly betrayed. And he didn't take kindly to traitors.
It was a nice one, at first glance. Better yet, it had come with special instructions. You see, that wasn't just any sword. No, it was imbued by some sort of power, one that Cairyn hadn't bothered to question. He just took note of the directions, saved them for the most dire of moments. To harness the weapon's true power, simply raise it above your head and utter the phrase: Wabbajack!
Oh the embarrassment, oh the shame. The boy was the laughing stock of the land, something he did not need help with becoming in the first place. He also didn't need the charges for attempted murder but hey, he had a reputation to upkeep. And that reputation was something only he could sully.
Cairyn wasn't one to flaunt titles about. Normally, he'd keep to his own territory, be content if people did not recognize him, even if it was a bit insulting to a man of his stature. Here, he threw the title of Gamemaster around like it was an all-access pass to the latest and greatest event. He waltzed right up to security, demanded an audience, waited semi-patiently, and then stalked right up to Metus' office. He spent no time on pleasantries, exchanged no greetings, just walked right in and launched the sword at the man's person with no care for what it hit.
He'd been given a sword.
It was a nice one, at first glance. Better yet, it had come with special instructions. You see, that wasn't just any sword. No, it was imbued by some sort of power, one that Cairyn hadn't bothered to question. He just took note of the directions, saved them for the most dire of moments. To harness the weapon's true power, simply raise it above your head and utter the phrase: Wabbajack!
And utter that phrase he did.
Oh the embarrassment, oh the shame. The boy was the laughing stock of the land, something he did not need help with becoming in the first place. He also didn't need the charges for attempted murder but hey, he had a reputation to upkeep. And that reputation was something only he could sully.
Metus would pay
Cairyn wasn't one to flaunt titles about. Normally, he'd keep to his own territory, be content if people did not recognize him, even if it was a bit insulting to a man of his stature. Here, he threw the title of Gamemaster around like it was an all-access pass to the latest and greatest event. He waltzed right up to security, demanded an audience, waited semi-patiently, and then stalked right up to Metus' office. He spent no time on pleasantries, exchanged no greetings, just walked right in and launched the sword at the man's person with no care for what it hit.
"Is this some sort of joke?"
[member="Darth Metus"]