Carrington sat in the main hall of the Nawg guildhouse alone. In one hand, he had a flask of some sort of liqour, and in the other hand, he held a golden flower.


He seemed to be preoccupied with something...perhaps drinking away his sorrows for the night.


He put down his flask and nabbed one of his strands of grapes, whom Ishish had got him hooked on, and popped one into his mouth.


He often wondered what others would do in this situation. He had just given orders...but not orders to kill...only contain. To give Arguyle a warning. Whether or not he would get that message, would yet to be seen.


More than likely, it would make him more angry, and Carrington's dream would become more clouded...more and more distant. More imperfect, more hypocracy, and more impossible. He popped another grape into his mouth.


He had just given orders to poison his brothers and sisters. Better that than kill them. He didn't want to fight them. But, then again, maybe it was better off for them to hate him, rather than be stuck on him, and pull the Order's roof in ontop of Arguyle's head. That would never happen.


He began to think over why he gave the order. Why he was paying for such an act.


Was he a coward? Maybe he didn't want to face the Lions on the battlefield. Maybe he was angry. Maybe he wanted to make Arguyle pay for sending assassins after him...who were still hunting him as he sat there.


As far as he cared, Arguyle declared war on him, and it would not be over until one of them apologized and compromised what was in their hearts, or one of them was dead.


He wondered when Chan would return from her errands. He could use some company.

 

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Chanell had spent the morning out at Dun Dagda going over her plans for the Ball with the guards. Things had gone well but she still had doubts about the Ball's success.


Finally coming to the guildhall, she planned to have a nice hot bath and to spend the rest of the day with a book. Walking in the door, she tossed her cloak on a corner chair and set her staff against the wall.


"Carrey!"


She wasn't expecting anyone to be there.

He didn't answer her. He just popped another one of those grapes in his mouth. Taking a deep breath, she crossed the room and sat on the opposite end of the couch.


"Copper for your thoughts," she said as she propped her feet up on him and stealing a grape.

Carrington managed a smile as she entered. She made her way over to him and propped her feet in his lap and stole a grape as she always did. It was routine now...a warm gesture he had just come to expect. He sighed, content for a moment.


"I was just thinking about everything. About what's important to me...and how big of a hypocrite I am for getting involved with this senseless war with Arguyle."


He sighed and layed his hands on Chan's feet.


"Chanell...thank you for helping me through this. I swear I'll make it up to you one day. If I live that long."

 

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Chanell arched an eyebrow and looked at him a moment.


"ou're right," she said matter of factly, "you /will/ make it up to me."


He looked at her. That's not her usual answer to that statement and was unexpected.


"And you're right, you are a hypocrite," she said as she stole another grape, "what are you going to do about it?"

Carrington sighed and looked down.


"I just can't answer that yet Chan." he said with a frown, "Arguyle already has assassins out for me...he's paging my friends here, telling them that I can't be trusted..."


Carrington looked Chan directly in the eyes.


"I don't know who to trust. The only person I know I can is you."


Carrington sighed and learned back, his crystal blue eyes fixed on the ceiling.


"Help me think...please."

 

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Chanell got up and walked over the the liquor cabinet. Such a difficult task cannot be taken on without some help. Taking out a bottle of brandy, she resumed her former position on the couch.


She sat there a momemnt and thought.


"What if you just refused to play into his game? He'll expect you to retalliate right? Don't give him the satisfaction, Carrey."


She opened the bottle and took a drink. He looked at her and grabbed the bottle. He sat there with the bottle in his lap and just stared across the room.

Kilaitz listened to Velaron and wasn't surprised at the news at all, "he has ordered me to kill carrington kil, he has ordered me to kill our brother. arguyle told me that i had to choose whether i would fight for the lions or fight for carrington but i don't understand why it's necessary to fight at all"


Kilaitz nodded to his brother and deep inside him he felt a ball of anger rise. calming himself quickly the cleric thought about what he could do to help his younger sibling. "well i think it's quite simple vel, carrington will never see you unless you want him to, you could stand right next to him for quite a while and he wouldn't know it. just make yourself visible to him when he is alone and bow, let carrington decide whether you will plague his existence or remain friends. for myself i refuse to hurt him and arguyle knows there's nothing he can say or do to change that, if he doesn't he's in for a surprise."


he heard overheard ishish yelling at mac down the hall from his quarters where the two brothers sat and smirked at velaron, "it seems we're not the only ones who see this as a black and white issue either, go to cal and keep up your string of killing, when carrington comes i'm sure he'll seek you out whether it be for good or evil purposes."

Carrington popped open the bottle and took a long swig of brandy. He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced back at Chan with crystal blue eyes.


"Rufuse to play eh?" he said quietly, thinking about that statement.


It would work. Arguyle would most likely lose interest in it if he just disappeared from sight.


No...no he wouldn't. Arguyle wouldn't stop until one of them was dead. And hiding would compromise he pride, drive, and determination. He looked down and the bottle, then back to Chan.


"I'll need your company tonight, Chanell."

 

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far away in camelot kilaitz had a feeling that his brother in life and death was trying to get his groove on...

(Damn you Kilaitz! Don't ruin the thread with humor! Kidding of course. I laughed. )

 

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