RP:Taking the Dragons freedom

Gorkall :: The moon cast a soft light across the land of Hollow on the cool, fall night that blessed the people of the land. Though this peace was short lived through out the forests of Sage as the sound of drums being beaten could be heard echoing in the distance. Soon chains could be heard rattling loudly and wheels turning through the deeps of the forest. A few moments would pass before the tree-line between the Healers Home and the depth would be crossed. Emerging from the woodland came a small tribe of green-skinned foreigners. At the helm was the largest of the Ogre people who donned a helm made of pure Dragon Bone and a Demon maw that held his jaw firm. Behind him stood another behemoth among the rest; A four-armed Ogre Berserker that had chains wrapped around each of his appendages that were connect to the crude wood of a portable caravan cage. Among the rest were a few troll shamans who held their runic aura strong as they stared into the distance of the night. The march of the war beasts settled and Gorkall raised his hands to his visage in a covering motion to make his voice boom across the area. "Hail! Water-Dragon of the Sage! I; Gorkall, Champion of Gamorg, Have come for your freedom. Your acts of treason and assault among the future king of Gamorg will not go unheard! Your warning have been declared and your consequences upon refusal of surrender stand firm. Come out peacefully and give yourself to the horde, else find your life in a world of misery!" Lowering his hands Gorkall turned to face Og who held a faint expression of sorrow but upon seeing his leaders eyes he shifted into a scowl ready to do whatever must be done. The small armada held their positions as they awaited the Dragon to emerge. Torches and clubs, in hand.

Trishtar had just removed Awne's cast from within his lab, and pressed his lips upon her cheek with a small purr before kissing her lips. It was then, unfortunately, that the tender moment was torn asunder by the soon-to-be Ogre king. Offering her a look of strength and comfort, he wraps his arms around her before moving to the front door and opens it quickly. Answering the male, he says in his own loud voice "Misery or not, I ask you to tell me and your people right now....the answer to this question before I surrendor myself to you. Had our places been reversed, would you have not let blind rage overcome you? Would you have not saught to gain retribution for the harm done...regardless of whether it was agreed upon? You expect others not of Ogre kind to follow your customs and laws....but when a law and custom of my -own- people comes into play....you immediately rush to preserve your own honour. I will hand myself over, but you will reply to that question and statement honestly before I do." He crosses his arms, and awaits the answer.

Awne held her tiger plush toy that her father had given her oh so long ago as she watched the dragon remove the blasted casted thing from her leg, it was good to have the air on her whole leg again but she was clutching the plush, using it as an escape from the torment of what her mind played for her, memories again. A sigh of relief was issued from her lips to the kiss, nuzzling into him lightly before she too heard the drums and the call. Whimpering she slides off the table slowly, testing her ankle gently and whimpers. Shifting forms quickly she lifts her toy gently into her mouth, holding her back right leg off the ground while she used the other three to walk to the door, shifting again she leans against the door frame, still favoring the leg as she holds the toy and her dragons arm tightly, looking out to the ogres sadly. Ears lowered and tail wrapped around her dragons "Oggy..." she says softly out to them, she could see him, holding the chains and the cage, she whimpers again and looks up to the dragon, eyes watering "Trrish.."

Gorkall stood vigilant as a burning torch held by his brethren sent a dark crimson glow across what little of his visage was revealed. His lips folded back in a snarl revealing his jagged-teeth to the duo at the homes door. The Ogres' deep, rasp voice rang out across the forest. "The damage done was of no fault of my own and had I been in your position I would of first seeked out the truth!" The Ogre rolled his mismatched sleeves up revealing powerful arm muscles that twitched in anticipation. He raised his arm and extended a meaty index finger to the dragon. A command issued to a squad of trolls. Three of them moving closer to Trishtar, the tusk wielding beasts clicking their tongues in communication as they approached him. Seeming weary their beady yellow eyes pierced into Trishtar's own optics as a pair of them pulled forth chained cuffs and awaited Trishtar's hands to extend in order to chain him and lead him to the cage. Gorkall grinded his teeth as Og resisted looking to Awne.

Trishtar rolled his eyes and extended his hands. "That still does not excuse your pious behaviour. You expect everyone to follow your customs, but have no intention of following anyone elses. If you truly wished meto believe your answer then you would have not asked my wife to allow you to hurt her in return. Deep down you and I are the same. Pig-headed and stubborn." His tail would still curl around Awne's, as he gives her a smile "Dont worry...I'l be alright..." hed say softly, but turns his gaze back to the head Ogre. "Just be gratefull Ogre, that none in these lands pay any attention to me. Otherwise you would find your rule to be short."

Awne looks to the dragon, even as she limped after him "I told you beforre trrish...I asked him to. I thought it would make him feel betterr and to make his God happy." it served to remind her that he didn't always listen to her when he was in a set way of mind. Sighing she moves down the steps as best she can, wobbeling faintly, having to use her newly uncasted leg to catch herself and winces as a pain shoots up her body, her foot tingling in warning to not do that again while it got use to being free. Using the ball of her foot she hobbles up to the ogre "please...he's going on his own frree will, you'll be kind to him? and tell me of how much it will be to frree him?" she glanced over to the four armed ogre, looking to his eye she had been told hadn't been looked at yet "Oggy..." she says again.

Gorkall stood idle as the Trolls fastened the iron-cast cuffs around Trishtar's wrists. The trio leading him back down to the cage. While the Trolls took care of placing Trishtar in his confinement, The head of the battalion would look to the healer. Gorkalls' dull-grey hues in an emotionless stare to the woman. In reality, he hated her. He hated her for causing all of this. She couldn't of just left him the hell alone the day they had met by Strend. But he refused to let him emotion show through. He had convinced the dragon to surrender and would not forfeit such a benefit now by insulting the wife, or retaliating to the dragon's heart-filled comments.. "Kindness is not something my people deliver to it's prisoners, White one. Though I will be sure he eats. He is worth nothing to me dead." Gorkall saw her look to Og and grunted to the Berserker. Og began to walk pulling the cage behind him back into the depths of the forest, the rest of the green-skins following close behind. The light of the torches could be seen fading through the woods as Gorkall remained by Awne. Once the rest of his kind were out of ear-shot he spoke beneath the sound of the war-drums that were fading in the distance. "Og spoke of a forty-thousand gold bounty placed on my head when your husband decided to come after me, himself." Gorkall took a deep breath and exhaled a fog of air into the air. "I will ask the same back for his head, but I will accept it no less than twenty-four full hours of him staying in the Gamorg prison." The Ogre felt satisfied with answering her question and turned on his heel to leave, though as he reached the tree-line he turned back to the woman and spoke in a low voice. "The dragon could of ended my life that day in the streets. His choice was one of kindness. A foolish, stupid, mindless act of kindness. This debt I will not forget." He then turned and continued out into the distance with his kin.

Trishtar felt a sense of pride that the Ogre had not answered...coward, he though to himself. Only concerned with saving face in front of his loyal drones. Next time if he ever got the chance, hed kill the bastard. To hell with the fact tha he was allied with the Fold...or Arien...he had trouble nowadays discerning Rynvale from the Fold. Twenty four hours in a filthy Ogre prison? Were they trying to make him laugh? All he had to do was hange into a dragon and smash the hell out of them. He doubted very much that the ogre could have found anyone to guard him against the water...

Awne nods her head to the ogre, looking off after her dear friend, she didn't care what the soon-to-be king said, he was family to her, she loved him dearly...even if he couldn't stand the sight of her now that he had his own people. Twenty-four hours, one day, that's all he needed to hang on for and then she could pay the fee and have him home again. She sighs softly as she watches them go, holding her plush tightly to her as the breeze blows cold.

Gorkall stood silent as he entered the prison. Og wheeled in slowly behind him with the cage that held Trishtar. Og dropped the chains from his body and looked to Gorkall. The leader of the two nodding to the other. The Berserker would take his leave without looking to Trishtar. Gorkall now moved to the mobile cage and opened the door reaching out to Trishtar and taking him gently by the arm. The green-skin leading him to one of the others that hung from the ceiling. Gorkall would lift him into the confines of the cage and lock it behind him. Another outsider prisoner; Lisi. Could be seen asleep in the cage next to him. Gorkall sighed as he looked up to Trishtar and spoke in a low voice. "You should of killed me when you had the chance, Dragon..." The Ogre pointed to the feces and stained urine in the cage with the dragon. "You wouldn't be in this position right now. Neither of us would." Gorkall moved from the cage and reached into a bloodied bag pulling out a single human limb and tossing it into the cage with Trishtar. It would serve as the dragons meal on this evening. "Do you think your wife will come for you?"

Trishtar blinks at the limb tosses into his cage, and simply tips it over the edge as he relaxes, seemingly uncareing of the state of the prison. Finding the most relaxed pose that he could, he closes his eyes and responds while starting to relax. "True, I -should- have killed you. But my wife begged me to spare your life and to spare the village. But I agree. I -should- have killed you sire. As for what I think? Why do you wish to know? So you can up the bounty just to keep me here? What woman would -not- come for the man that she loves..." A moments silence goes by before he adds "If you are complaining about being alive I would happily oblige in remedying that. The urine that is in here? Holds a certain amount of water. I am more than positive that I could repeat what happened earlier with it..."

Gorkall simply shakes his head at the arrogance of the dragon. The Ogre reaching to his head pulling off his helm and maw. He rubbed his face with his free hand as he tried to gather his thoughts. "I can see you have a barbaric mind right now, Dragon. So I won't agitate you. My questions will be held. If you wish to try what you've pulled once before, again so be it. The choices you make are yours alone and nothing I say can impact them. If you wish to try and drown an Ogre with the piss of some past slaves, have at it. I'm not going to stay up all eve pissing and moaning back and forth." The Ogre turned to pick up his bag and readied to leave the prison for his hut for the evening. He pointed to one of the Ogre guards. "Crammer will be taking care of you this evening. Though I doubt you will enjoy his company. A fool he is." It was with that, that Gorkall began to make his way out of the prison.

Trishtar sighs and for once during their encounter, holds up a hand. "Wait..." He leans back in the cage and says calmly, much different than his previous tones. "What questions did you have."

Gorkall stopped in his tracks. The dragons voice reaching him as he hesitantly decided to turn and re-approach his prisoner. "Why do you listen to your wife, with no question? Why do you not seek the truth over the told?"

Trishtar blinks for a moment and says "Because I know my wife to speak the truth. She told me everything...that she -wanted- you to do whatever it was that you did, so that she could make things right. When I came that day, I knew fully well that you had not provoked any sort of harm from her, and that what had happened was by pure accident, on her part I mean. Would I be right so far?"

Gorkall seemed confused by the dragons words and shook his head again as he wrapped his fingers around the cage. "You are correct, so why did you come and seek revenge on myself when you knew it wasn't my fault your wife was injured!?"

Trishtar gives a soft smile and points to the ogre "Because it was you who chose to hurt her in the end. You knew what she did was an accident, but you still wished to exact revenge. Whether or not you wish to acknowledge this little fact, it still remains. -You- caused my wife bodily harm over a mere accident. To the depths with whether she said you could throttle her neck or break an arm, my revenge was wrought out because you chose to hurt her over something that she had no idea would happen..." He was calm as he spoke, and showed no sign of hostility any longer.

Gorkall listened to Trishtar but shook his head once again. The Ogre raising his dulled gaze to the draconic being. "That is where you are wrong, Your ignorant of my people. We -are- a barbaric race. What your wife did to me cause enough pain for my mind to become black in a rage. I didn't mean to hurt the woman. I had just forgiven her for her racist remarks the night before. It is her own fault what happened. This is why I tell you to seek the entire truth before you settle on a single persons words, Dragon." Gorkall sighed again and began to scratch out the human remains from his teeth.

Trishtar frowns at this and remains silent, then asks curiously "The if your mind was in a blackened rage, as you said, then how did you have enough sense to refuse breaking her arm?"

Gorkall simply shrugs to his question. "I don't know. An instinct of pride I suppose. But I assure you, I was unaware of harming your wife until a while later. I didn't wish to leave her with the horde of my people so I even locked her in my hut with me to keep the others away. When I had awoken she was gone, the next thing I knew you were here. Throwing a tantrum."

Trishtar narrows his eyes "Then how could you have expected me to understand your rage, when you yourself do not even understand certain aspects of it yourself?" he asks, then gives a sigh and shrugs his shoulders. "But it hardly matters now I suppose. Come this time tomorrow, I will be a free dragon...most likely beaten and bruised but still myself, and you will undoubtedly go back to doing...well...whatever it is that you do. Your hatred for my wife though, is un-needed. If it is anyone that you should hate, it is me."

Gorkall doesn't speak for half-a-minute and allows Trishtar to say what he needs. The Ogre then simply nodding before turning once more to leave the prison. He spoke behind him for the dragon to hear. "You fought for your family, That is honorable. Your wife on the other hand, was a mere racist and one determined cat. My feelings remain as they shall. I will see you tomorrow Dragon... Try to sleep well." As Gorkall made his leave the sounds of Goblin slaves being beaten and other prisoners being tortured could be heard even louder as the hour of pain had begun. Yet oddly enough, Crammer stood between Trishtar and all the other guards. Un-allowing them to bring him harm.

Trishtar watched as the giant Ogre goes off, and felt of all things a sadness for how he viewed his wife. Calling after he says "Shes not racist you know! If anyone's racist, it's me! She always tells me to be tolerant of others...even vampires! Your wrong about her!" Again, there was no anger in his voice though he said it loud enough for the male to hear. Looking now to Crammer he sighs and gives a firm nod, before curling up to a somewhat near comfortable position...glad that he threw the human arm out from his cage. He was not in the mood to eat human.