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Mindling with the common folk

It was not unusual for the people of Mensonge to have their King walking through the streets. This was a common thing done by the King of Kaikielius, to walk amidst the population in the streets, sometimes shopping, sometimes talking to his loyal subjects, and some, he was looking for potential.

Many of the people in Mensonge have once been members of the staff in the palace, some have died bathed in glory for having served in the Royal Knights of Enfer, many were proud people, and Iedolas quite enjoyed listen to them talking about life, about trade, the fears of war, crime and stuff. But this day, he was inspecting the functioning of the new police force around the city. Mechanized officers that now he has hired to replace the organic work, so they would take themselves away from danger and closer to desk offices.

Trivial things. Trivial stupid things that he loathed. He thought of himself too much to even care about those damn things, to enjoy doing nothing around the city to make people happy. But it was necessary, for his support, for his House, and for power.
 
Grabbing hold of his black robes he pulls either side tighter across his chest bringing his shivering arms in close in an attempt to produce and hold in as much heat as possible. The sweet smell of baked goods floods his nostrils from the store next door, his tongue licks his dry cracked lips the same lips that have turned close to a light blueberry blue.

He grabs his stomach as it grumbles with hunger Releasing a saddened sigh he lays to his taking the fetal position, shivering as he grips his knees in a futile attempt to hold the warmth in to his chest.

Wiggling in an attempt for comfort he ignored the growing crowd at the end of the ally he was attempting to rest in, Tulkas stayed quiet leaned against the wall while people gathered multiple almost stepping on Tulkas. Sighing once again his eyes seeped closed trying to get any rest possible in the current situation.

[member="Primarch Iedolas"]
 
The people loved him. A benevolent ruler they saw in him, and why would they not? After all, he cut taxes, made their lives better, smile at them, nodded his head even when lowly peasants and knights greeted him. Iedolas tried his best to kept appearances, the people had no desire to learn about the backstabbing and plotting that happened behind the stage that was politics. And that was enough for him.

As he walked down the street, Iedolas could sense every single form around him. Elzeri that were more attuned with the Force, pure and clean, like brute diamonds just waiting to be faceted into jewellery. He could feel kaleesh walking into their business, the Vahlas, that spread their religion all over the planet, the Arkanian Offshots, or Arkosian, as the Kaikieli called them, but there was something different this time.

Like a spicy smell that lingered in the nose when one was paying enough attention. A small, dark spot, amidst all the light and gray in the city. A small, yet not weak in the Force, but weak in its current condition, somewhere around him, ‘A child?’, he thought to himself, stopping his walk in front of a fruit shop, smiling as he faked his intention to be mesmerized with the products. ‘A child’, he agreed, the force was too brute for a full adult, and by the way it was, it wasn’t a elzeri either. No, it was human.

[member="Tulkas"]
 
Tulkas's laid on the pavement curled up not paying attention to his surroundings or what laid hidden to the naked eye through the force. Until a sharp pain jumps from his hand up his arm when a man not paying attention steps full footed onto the center of Tulkas's hand that laid out in front of Tulkas. In a loud grunt he pulls his hand from under the mans shoe, leaning up using his elbow for leverage he looks up at the man anger festering over his face as he stands with shaky legs.

Flicking out his wrist an impromtu shiv blade slides out of his sleeve catching it swiftly within the palm his fingers gripping around the blades handle his other hand grabbing hold of the mans sleeve. Raised the now armed hand he quickly moves towards the mans jugular, but due to his current condition he falters all to the mere retaliation of the man. The man unknowing of the blade in Tulkas's hand shoves at Tulkas, in his weaken state he is almost thrown against the wall dropping the shiv to the ground he himself collapsing shortly afterwards.

Falling to the ground back planted on the ground underneath him he tightly holds his chest as he stares at the sky looking at how low he has become, from were he has started his former master would be disappointed even the slave master that owned and sold him off would be disappointed.

[member="Primarch Iedolas"]
 
Steadily and swiftly Iedolas moved down the street, dodging to bumping into other civilians and giving them small nods with his head as he went by. Followed by two of personal knights, the Primarch was sensing a change, a spark of anger and rage rushing through somewhere close. He knew it was anger, for he was a man that had great knowledge on such matters, he knew how to cloud his rage, how to spread it against his foes, he knew it very well the taste, the feeling, the power.

War had taught him that, death and famine were the best teachers a pupil could have. And he could almost smell that child, so close, so next to him, until he heard a growl behind his back, suddenly stopping, turning back from where he came, almost cursing his old age for not being to have realized that sooner.

As he walked to that dark alley, he could see a man, bleeding somewhere in his upper body. Clothes drowned in blood, faintly asking for their help in that matter, his royal guards stepped forward to help the man, until Iedolas lifted his arm, hand slowly open to gesture for them not to. Going from his face, taken by pain, slowly descending with his purple, gleaming eyes to the boys corpse. ‘Dead?’, and only after hearing a weak breath, Solidor smiled, ‘Thank the Gods’, his hand still in the air, swiftly lifted his index finger in a almost harmless gesture, if it wasn't for the Force he used to snap the mens neck, twisting his head backwards, leaving his body to fall in the ground, lifeless.

“Take the boy.”, he said afterwards, still looking at the man, his knights nodding and going forward to do his bidding, as he force pushed his body deep into the empty alley. Lifting two fingers in the same hand, turning her left like a dance move, smiling as he watched the flames of pyrokinesis burn that body back to ashes.

[member="Tulkas"]
 
Tulkas's hand squeezes his starved pectoral muscle coughing after the stumble to the ground, within his lack of energy he hears the commotion of the primarch and his knights coming down the alley in a close to fade to black blink it seemed time almost fast forward when his eyes slipped open again. As his eyes opened he witnessed the mans neck twist backwards killing him instantly. If Tulkas had the energy to to be surprised he would be but in a fade to black his eyes close again as he lays his head flat on the ground.

Coming back into consciousness his sight returns to a view of the ground similar to the view from a standing position, both knights had picked him up via each shoulder raising his head he lays his eyes upon Iedolas for the first time. A confused look sliding over his face pondering the reason why such a person or any person would help him this way, scrunching his nose opening his dried cracked lips with a extremely quiet almost a whisper "Why?" He lets out weakly before closing his eyes as the fatigue catches him.

[member="Primarch Iedolas"]
 
Tulkas's hand squeezes his starved pectoral muscle coughing after the stumble to the ground, within his lack of energy he hears the commotion of the primarch and his knights coming down the alley in a close to fade to black blink it seemed time almost fast forward when his eyes slipped open again. As his eyes opened he witnessed the mans neck twist backwards killing him instantly. If Tulkas had the energy to to be surprised he would be but in a fade to black his eyes close again as he lays his head flat on the ground.

Coming back into consciousness his sight returns to a view of the ground similar to the view from a standing position, both knights had picked him up via each shoulder raising his head he lays his eyes upon Iedolas for the first time. A confused look sliding over his face pondering the reason why such a person or any person would help him this way, scrunching his nose opening his dried cracked lips with a extremely quiet almost a whisper "Why?" He lets out weakly before closing his eyes as the fatigue catches him.

[member="Primarch Iedolas"]
 
When the speeder was a few blocks away, people saw his knight lifting that kid from the alley and bringing with Iedolas to go back to Enfer. He, however, raised his arm and nodded to the crowd, until someone said that the Primarch was going to personally help that orphan boy to find a home and a family, and as he waved his hand with a smile in his malicious lips, he thanked the heavens that they could not see the burning body of the human filth dead in the alley.

“This way, Your Highness.”, one of his knights said, when a big and black speeder with four places in the back and two in the front. And when the door opened, both knights almost tossed the child in the back seat, with one sitting at his side, while Iedolas sat directly in front of him.

He had stopped smiling by now, with hands joined together in top his lap and fingers dancing against the back of his hands. Iedolas was serious, thinking if he had done the right thing there and not just acted out of impulse in that situation, after all, he hated injustices like that done with a child.

“Why indeed?”, he asked out loud to himself, “Because you are lost, i believe. And starving.”, he said what came to his mind, he did not cared to mention the boy had a gift with the force, but simply lift his hand, going to a control board next to the door, pushing down a button and having a huge bowl of delicacies lift in the middle of the car. With breadsticks, fruits, cherries, sausages and even a bottle of water and wine. “Eat.”

[member="Tulkas"]
 
Tulkas Basically unconscious body in his starved state was light and easily maneuvered through the crowds and alley by the knights, the crowd looked at him with pity but also gladdened with hope that such deeds are carried out by their leader and in such a public setting.

Tulkas's Eyes cracked open with the sudden jolt of being pushed almost thrown into the speeder, at first he remains quiet looking to the knight sitting next to him then over to Iedolas. What may have looked like to the common citizen an orphan being helped off the street, to Tulkas it almost felt like a possible kidnapping.

Remaining silent at first he stared wide eyed between the food basking in all it's glory and Iedolas sitting explaining his reasoning for getting him in the first place. In disbelief that this is actually happening he reaches out with a shakey hand snatching some grapes, stunned that it's not a hallucination he gobbles down the food one after another bite after bite barely paying attention to his surroundings.

What would most likely be considered light snacks to the people within the speeder was more food then Tulkas had eaten in months, and he wasn't letting any of it go to waste bread sticks, fruit and meat washing it all down with water.

[member="Primarch Iedolas"]
 
When the boy remained there, looking back at him and then to the food, Iedolas finally could see him for what he was. A scrawny little thing with that fiery beautiful red hair, he reminded him of a mandalorian he had met and hired for some jobs in the past, and when the boy took too long to go on eating and even move, the knight at his side decided to shake the boy to see if he was still alive after tasting the first food, grabbing him by the shoulder and shaking his body in his leather seat.

“Show some respect in the presence of His Majes-...”, his speech was interrupted by a gesture done by the Primarch’s hand, force pushing the knight back to his old place in his seat, banging his head covered by the helmet in the thick black window of his speeder. Looking back at the boy, Iedolas had no smile in his lean lips, he was simply looking at him with his calm and keen eyes, analyzing his every move, still waiting for him to eat.

“Apologies for that.”, his husky voice said, “Carry on and eat all you like.”, in his mind, there he was thinking if the kid indeed had a knife with him or that thing was dropped as he was carried. “What is your name? And where did you came from?”, the speeder went on his way back to Enfer. Going on with the traffic, to take them both to the center of all power in Kaikielius, amusing it was for him to remember what the name of the palace meant in old elzerish, to Enfer they were going, or as elzerish translated, back to Hell.

[member="Tulkas"]
 
Tulkas barely took notice of the possibly dead knight next to him as he continued to chow down on the offered food in front of him, it wasn't until Iedolas apologized Tulkas actually decided to take the time to look to his side at the limp body next to him. Taking hold of the water he takes one last large mouthful to wash down the food, immediately afterwards he stops eating looking almost staring into Iedolas eye's exaggerating the seriousness of the situation.

Wiping his mouth with his sleeve still holding eye contact almost without a blink as he holds the stare "Does it Matter who I am?" his voice croaky and still quiet "Nor does where I come from?" His hand drops to the cup of water taking another sip followed by a clear of his throat, If there was something he learnt from his short time in this galaxy it was that people don't do things such as Iedolas has done for free. They in most circumstances want something back in return and that's exactly what Tulkas is expecting from the man sitting accross from him now. "What do you want from me?" his question short, simple and straight to the point for one simple reason to find out what Iedolas wants from Tulkus.

[member="Primarch Iedolas"]
 
The boy reminded him of Maedhros, his nephew. That red and burning hair and a bit of the face as well, except he had no pointy ears, Maedhros had small ones, being half vahla, but the eyes that boy had, strangely they reminded him of two people he had met in his life. A mandalorian woman that used to work for him and his deceased brother Gramis, well, he had the table manners of a mandalorian, at least in that they were similar. Such raw jewel needed to be worked by proper hands, rough and experienced hands, otherwise the boy would turn out to become a useless outlaw around the galaxy, or dead, or worse, he would become a Sith. Strangely, the way he could be felt in the Force was much like a vahla, strange for a human that was.

“How odd… I was asking myself the same thing.”, he said in a calm tone of voice, still looking out of the window, turning back his eyes to stare back at the boy, “I could make you talk.”, he raised his hand, keeping his upper finger pointed at him while small electric waves of the force lightning were showing themselves in his glowing hand, that cooled it down when he lowered his arm back in his seat. “But torturing children is not my area of expertize.”, it was not in him to do that, he thought, perhaps if he was enraged enough to do it so, which he was not. One needed ice running through his veins instead of blood to do it so, Iedolas doubted it he had that, he could be cruel and ruthless, but not in that way, and that was probably what separated him from a Sith, or perhaps a coward. “You have a gift. A powerful thing called by my ancestors as magick and commonly known as the Force.”, saying that he opened his hand in his own lap, palm facing up and made a small flame appear and take control of all his hand, disappearing as he closed his hand again and turned his palm down.

“Such gift should not be wasted in killing for no reason, or stealing to eat. He who knows about the Force is he who shall tame the stars.”, it was so long ago he had that strange desire to teach another about the ways of the Force. At least, how he self taught himself in the Force, not the simple and balanced view the Enclave had. He had learned about the ways of the Jedi from the great rogue masters of Ossus, was taught magic by the spirit of Dathka Graush himself and tamed the dark side under the supervision of his fallen master, Melkor, dead so long ago, by his own hands when he decided to take on another path.


[member="Tulkas"]
 
Raising the glass of water he pours the sweet liquid down his throat like it's the last he will have for a long time. Really? torturing kids isn't his expertise but kidnapping is apparently. His facial expression barely changing when he looks at the blue sparks appearing from the tips of the old mans fingers. "I know what the force is old man." He reminds himself of his previous masters both most likely using Tulkas for their own selfish purposes, both saying a similar sentence saying that he has a gift but this was the first time someone was referring to the force as maggick.

Grabbing another grape pondering on the primarchs words he chews it slowly before swallowing, all of this was like deja vu to him promised power from someone much older then himself. But never once was the promised power delivered it was almost as if Tulkas was cursed to live like this, jumping from planet to planet, person to person.Sucking in his bottom look a almost frustrated look crosses over his face before replying "Fine if you will tech me I'm willing to learn." After his reply he looks down to his lap refusing to look back up at the primarch as if he was almost saddened by the conversation.

[member="Primarch Iedolas"]
 

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