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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 3, 2009 13:14:51 GMT -5
Tiaholt looked at Rogin and scoffed. She shook her head of disappointment but kept silent. So this was Him. Hmm. He didn't look that scary. That was her inital reaction. She acted fearless but her eyes were wide with terror but when she glared at her, her blood ran cold. It was those eyes....so full of hate and anger. She had a notion the run but if she did, she would be killed....she would be dead anyway. His aura is indeed horrifying. She cringed at the man before her. She wasn't sure if he wanted an explaination or to kill her on the spot.
The one thing she absolutely refused to do was beg. She felt her heart in her throat and it was difficult to swallow. She was terrified of this man. She backed up slowly in fear. She knew not to draw her knife on him, instantly. He fell over some supplies that had been in the room. She could not divert her attention away from those eyes and -that- was not a -good- thing. She started shaking. His appearence wasn't anything compared to the look of hate and disgust he had for her. She tried to stand firm, act like she wasn't afriad but He knew better. The look that he gave her was so cold and heartless. She was deathly afraid of this man.
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 3, 2009 14:10:26 GMT -5
Rogin spoke softly, because he didn't need to raise his voice. All listened to am in fear of retribution. Rogin looked at the girl as she tripped. She was terrifed he could see. He liked that. "So girl what made you think you could attack the Hold alone? What reason do you have for me not to kill you?"
Veran helped her up and whispered advice. "Don't lie. He would know. Be honest and he might surprise you."
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 3, 2009 16:49:35 GMT -5
Tiaholt wasn't so scared of the man that she couldn't talk.
At that moment, her demeanor changed. She was still afriad, yes but he must know what happened or he'd kill her. She stood up straight.
"Th-they killed my father!" her voice had a tinge of anger in it but her eyes said it all. Her eyes glowered and were ablaze with anger. "Several months ago, my dad went missing and took it a upon myself to find him because no one else would. I had tracked him for what seemed like months. What I found out was my dad was killed. I overheard the guards talking one night about it. They take -everything- good and...and twist it to fit -their- so called worthless lives! That's why I attacked alone. I realize you had an eye on that Hold and I may ruined your plans. I will be punished, yes and I am aware of this. I take full responsiblity and take my punishment if it means you spare me. I have lived in that hold for many years to know every single inch of that place. I can offer you so much. Maps to the Hold and the hidden entrances that everyone forgets about. Did you know that it has an entrance underNEATH it?" She moved her hand slowly into her pack and pulled out maps of the place. "Would you care to look? I'll help you get in AND out -without- detection. These maps are _very_ accurate, don't worry. I myself had updated them. I know how to read maps and use sextants."
She was older so much more in control of her anger. She thought of something else. "I even have a copy of the log of each ship that goes in and out of the harbor and the times they come and go." She reached in her pack again and took out a soft leather book, binded with heavy string and it landed on the table with a soft 'clap'. It had many pages inside.
She put all the stuff collected in her pack and dumped it on the table in front of her. There were compasses, blueprints, the guard rotations, shifts...everything on the Hold that Rogin would find useful and maybe future attacks.
"They took everything I have. My mother, my father. My mother is a dragonrider but don't worry. She has given up on me a long, long time ago. She tried to make me into one of them, convince me that it was that right thing to do. I refused. I even slapped her once. She left me when I was 12. I am 16 now. I haven't seen her in four shells, sharding Turns, sir. They took away my mother by..."she clenched her fist and sighed....trying to control her anger. "making -her- one of them. If she was on my trail or I was watched, you would think this place would be crawling with them. I made sure I was not followed here and so did Veran. I am a tracker as well. Over the turns I have been able to perfect the skill."
"Now, aside from all that. I can be your personal servant, waiting on you hand and foot. I'm an excellent cook. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do...without question. You know what I have to offer, what say you? Will you help me?" Tia was serious and straight faced. During the story, she had a tinge of anger in her voice and it was enough that she would attempt suicide to avenge her father's death.
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 4, 2009 12:17:32 GMT -5
Rogin regarded her coolly. He looked at Veran with that cold stare and then did something unexpected. He laughed out a hearty laugh. "I see she takes to your tactic Veran the day we met. Did you tell her to do so?" Veran chuckled and looked at Tia, "No I just told her to be honest. She is an outcast as are we all here and as she has proven, she is useful. If the guard increases with this information I can come up with ways to have it as if there was no guards at all." Veran looked at the girl and smiled. She reminded him of himself.
Rogin looked at the girl. "Alright then. I will take you on. From this day forward your old live is forfeit and we are your new family. In the beginning you are nothing more then a mere drudge to us until a time comes to prove otherwise. here we are like a craft. you must walk the tables. Drudge, then apprentice, then journeyman, then Master. But the only difference is I am the Grand Master, or WeyrLeader if you would. I control all no matter how good you think you are. AS a drudge you are expected to serve. Is that understood? There will be no speaking to those higher then you. You are no longer Tiaholt. Now you are called Drudge girl till you earn your name once more. There are only Three Tenants you must abide by to stay alive here.
1) There is only the Family.
The Black Thorns is more then a Renegade band. WE are a family for those unwanted. Nothing comes before the family. If you have a man, you are expected to be able to leave him or kill him if it would be good for the family.
2) Never Betray the Family.
If you are with us you can never truly leave. Under the pain of death no information must cross your lips to another soul about us. If you are caught, anything written down must be destroyed in any way.
3) Never kill a Family member, unless it is for the good of the family.
None shall die by the hands of another member unless they have broken one of these Tenants. I am judge and counsel. If I see fit to order you to kill a member you do so without notice, even if he or she is at home, Here.
Do you understand and swear by these of which I have spoken?" Rogin looked at her and the others waited. They wanted to know who they were accepting into the fold of Family.
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 4, 2009 12:40:26 GMT -5
Tiaholt smiled and nodded.
"Yes I understand, Sir. Oh, and my canine..Boop. Come!" Boop came trotting in and laid down by her side. He watched the room with steely eyes. "One question, what will happen to him?"
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 4, 2009 12:55:42 GMT -5
Rogin looked at her. "He will be taken by Konta. And trained to be like Ferik. Only difference is he will respond only to you and Konta. Here Konta is the canine trainer." Konta looked at the canine and smiled. "I will take good care of it for you." he said.
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Dec 4, 2009 14:01:49 GMT -5
She knelt down to Boop.
"Now, this man is Konta and he is going to train you in ways that I can not. Listen to him and behave." she told him queitly. "Go with him. I'll be alright." Boop gruffed and stood up and licked the big man's hand. He looked up at him and whined and headed toward the door. He stopped and looked back. He gruffed again as if say, 'Let's go'
Tia looked at Boop fondly and smiled and then her smile faded. Her thoughts turned to her father. She sighed in great sadness. She approached Rogin and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You are my father now." She said in a low sad voice, it was different then last time. She stood by Him just a few inches behind him.
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 4, 2009 14:11:54 GMT -5
Rogin looked at her. "Get to cleaning. We try to keep it clean as best we can. But men are not clean by nature. Once you are done you are to begin cooking for us. Then it is back to cleaning. Cloths and oiling the weapons we have on hand."
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