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"Y-yes sir..." mumbled Daevarro, closing his eyes with an almost look of defeat. "I'm sorry."

Fionnlagh's gaze was fixed upon the young man, seeing the utter disappointment of himself on his face. Fionnlagh then sighed, placing his quill into a pot of black ink and standing up from his wooden chair. He then began stepping slowly over to the dark-robed young man. A palm of assurance then was placed upon Daevarro's shoulder, catching him off-guard once more. "Look," said Fionnlagh. "I've seen your type before, letting your emotions get the best of you. Just focus more on controlling yourself and keeping calm, all right? So, just relax and cheer up. I'm not even mad."

Daevarro looked up at Fionnlagh, confidently shaking his head once as he peered into his leader's light blue glowing irises. Fionnlagh shook his head back, confirming the resurrected conviction in the young man's eyes. With a pat on his shoulder, Fionnlagh turned around and walked back in reverse. He returned to that place he left just for a moment.

Sitting back down upon the cotton cushioning of his chair, his eyes flipped back onto the words dressed upon his paper. His hand reached for his quill, grasping it loosely. He then began to jot down black-inked words, written in a strange language. "Leave us, Daevarro," commanded Fionnlagh. "I must speak with Anabel in private."

Daevarro shook his head, turning around and leaving the room. He closed the door behind him, leaving the two to a conversation only they need to be involved in. Fionnlagh closed his eyes and kept his ears open, making sure that indeed Daevarro had left their presence. He heard the sound of soft thuds repeat back-to-back, getting smaller and smaller as they went on.

Once he could no longer hear those footsteps, he readied himself for the discussion. He then sighed, keeping his gaze upon the tip of his feather. "Anabel, I'm—"
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Anabel's eyes then glanced down upon her leader's back, she seemed almost irritated. "--Starting to think he's more trouble than he's worth, right?" she interrupted, predicting his words before he made them.

His lips then became crescent-shaped, impressed by Anabel's ability to know what he was going to say even before he started. "You really are quite good," he gladly returned, then shaking off that grin from his face. "But indeed, I am starting to believe that, yes. As I've said, it's amazing that you two didn't die that night. And considering our stance right now with Governanti, we can't afford losing anyone in such a fashion."

"I think you're being quick to judge," Anabel believed firmly. "Trust me, sir. Give him some time, and I believe he's going to do a lot of wonderful things for the Resistance. Even as far as singlehandedly bettering our stance against the Imperial Kingdom."

"Perhaps you're true," continued Fionnlagh, then he sighed. "perhaps I am being a little quick to judge. He hasn't been here for very long, so... I suppose I can only wait and see whether or not he's worth our time."

With the scene playing out, the discussion of Daevarro's worthiness to the cause had concluded, another would come into its own. At the Bemused Buzzard, a place with ties to the Resistance of Governanti, a conversation would be held. A long stretch of table was the borderline between stools which held up men and women wanting to escape and the very thing that would aid them.

The bar was as busy as any other day, jam-packed with gods wanting to have a good time. It was hard to hear anything, the talk and chatter of the many people all around fogged up any window of conversation. In the center of the bar, that familiar customer was there. His voice alone enough to drive people to him, the social body that he was.
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In front of Calvin, a house special in a clear cocktail glass with a sliced lemon stabbed into the rim. The substance within that glass was a blue-ish purple that was watered down in color. He pulled the drink up to his lips, the fused smell of gin and vodka rushing into his nostrils. The stool to his right was hollow, until he felt a breeze knock passed him. Calvin saw a man barely missing hitting his shoulder, that man now sat beside him.

The bartender, a shave-headed man with brown clothes, turned to the new face. "What's yer poison?" he asked.

The man's light blue glowing eyes then turned over to the cocktail sitting in front of Calvin. His head jotted forward, his eyes focusing upon Calvin's drink. "I'll have what he's having," the man requested. The bartender shook his head and prepared to make the drink, pouring a variety of different liquids into a cocktail shaker.

Calvin remained silent as the bartender shook the shaker, blending together all the fluids he had thrown together. He then opened up the shaker and dropped the package of liquid down into its landpad: the glass made for a cocktail. It came out looked just like Calvin's drink, he then placed a sliced lemon right on the rim.

Once completed, the bartender gently placed the cocktail right in front of the man. "There ya go," he said.

The man shook his head. "Thank you," he kindly thanked, making the bartender walk away.

Once the bartender was away, Calvin's pale blue eyes then sluggishly turned, aiming for the face of the man. It was who he thought it was, Momus Barn. A man no longer recognized as anything. Calvin then looked away, gazing downwards. "Been a while, hasn't it?" said Calvin, starting up the conversation. "Though, I never thought ya as one for the bar scene."
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"Well, it's nice to change pace and try new things every once and a while." Momus replied, taking a sip of his cocktail. He then placed it back down on the smooth wooden table in front of him. "Besides, where else would I find you?"

"Aww... I'm touched," the assassin replied, grinning. "All righty, ya found me. Now, what can I do for ya?"

"It's regarding Astrid," informed Momus. "Or should I—"

Calvin's eyes shifted over to Momus, hearing the name he had used. Calvin's face immediately tightened up, becoming quite taut. "—What about her?" he questioned with quickness, interrupting the man next to him.

"I'm sure you know that she has a son," continued the member of the Ruler's Counsel. "he needs to know the truth about her... and about his father."

Calvin got rather quiet, turning his eyes away from Momus. They peered into his glass, staring down into the barrel of the blue-ish purple liquid. "...Are you sure that's such a wise idea?" he asked softly.

Momus closed his eyes. "I've given it much thought," he stated, then pulling out a envelope. "when he finds you, answer any of his questions restrictively. Then tell him to come find me, I think it best he learns the truth from this letter."

The lazy assassin then chugged his half-full drink, finishing it completely. He then placed the empty glass down, feeling the heat of the alcohol rush down his throat. "As ya wish, honcho," acknowledged the assassin.

Momus then stood up from his stool, patting Calvin's shoulder. He then began to walk away, leaving behind his drink and the assassin. Calvin quickly twisted in Momus' direction. "H-hey!" he shouted. "Ain't ya gonna pay?"
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"Nah, I figure you've got it," replied Momus, continuing his walk towards the exit. "You're right though... the bar isn't my kind of place." Calvin then sighed as the member of the Ruler's Counsel disappeared from sight. This left Calvin with quite a problem in his hands, a confliction that waged war in his head. A battle that traded blows, no side was ever at an advantage.

In the following days, orders were then handed out to the newest members of the Loyal Knights. A list was given, several names adorned it. Each name belonged to a human, one who had fled that night of the attack. They were captured, bound by chains. They were then dragged before a wooden platform that would decide their fate.

Those poor souls whose names were upon that list, their necks tied with rope. The gallows before the gates of the castle were prepared, members of loyalty stood around to keep watch. There, while thousands worked, thousands watch. A scene of despair was quite the spectacle, those of glowing eyes herded together to form a rather large gathering around the gallows.

Some threw fists into the air, some clapped and bellowed out chants calling for death. It was a almost deafening cheer as one after another fell through the floor to their deaths. And all any human could do about it was watch -- watch on in horror. Heads of the gods in attendance were like mountains before anyone in the back. Blending well with the crowd, members of the Governanti Resistance.

Over them, they were concealed with a hooded cloak. Fionnlagh, Anabel, and Daevarro kept on their watch, some tempted to make a move. Daevarro's hand slowly reached for his dagger, his eyes beamed with focus upon the man at the helm. Indeed, the young dark-robed man had seen him before. It was General Gallows, who last was seen without the strength to surface upon his feet.
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His right arm was bandaged up heavily. Though the general appeared somewhat haggard, there was much in the way of vitality in him. Perhaps this was a subtle hint that there was more to his Solasúian powers than just pure physique. He preached to the crowd about the transgressions of each man as they dropped one-by-one.

All were appalled by their cowardice, how they abandoned their king whose kindness allowed them to live to begin with. The leader of the hooded group heard a sound beneath the clouds of chants, and it was a sound of a breath. A breath that shook with such an unfathomable rage, a seething hatred that was impossible to relate to.

Fionnlagh turned to his right and saw the fury etched upon the young man's face. That young man whom he held problem with, Daevarro. Though something was completely amiss with him, his eyes dug themselves into Gallows and would never dare to let go. Sending Fionnlagh into an alert, he had to react. "I know what you're thinking," Fionnlagh's voice rushed forward, quickly hooking his hand upon the big catch. "Trust me, I know. But don't you even dare make a move!"

"I have to," he replied, his voice strained as if he were holding a large demon back behind a door. "I... have to kill him."

Anabel's eyes flipped over to the young man. "Daevarro," she calmly named. "you—"

"— Listen, " quietly but furiously spoke the leader. "if you go out there now, you're going to get us all killed. Do you understand what kind of blow that would be to the humans?"

"Then why are we even here?" Daevarro's voice shouted back.

"For you to learn," calmly, Fionnlagh answered. "this is the reality humans face each and every single day. You either do as you're told or you die. No ifs, ands, or buts about it." The human slaves around were held back with tears. Other slaves comforted them as they watched those that they love fall to their deaths.
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Daevarro began looking around, that very scene played out everywhere he looked. People of ragged clothing comforting others who just had their worlds shattered before their eyes. A furious roar then catapulted out of nowhere, a group of young men in tattered clothes darting forward towards the knights that surrounded the gallows.

Swinging their arms to push passed these godly vines, they charged forward. With enraged tears in their eyes, they rushed in with fist only. They lunged their fists forward, barely even fazing the black-steel knights. In this moment, these knights punished those who attempted action with a blade. Those humans were cut down like animals, putting on quite a show to the gods watching.

But one of them survived, being restrained by a reluctant knight. Gallows had watched the whole thing play out, seeing the human being restrained and not killed. Gallows waved his hand towards him, implying to the knight to bring the human up to the gallows. He was drawn upon the wooden platform, in front of all to see.

The knights kept the slave's arms imprisoned, bound as they kept him on his feet. Gallows then took a step forward, he began circling around the rebellious slave like a vulture. The crowd grew still, becoming silent to allow the general to speak. "What have we here?" Gallows spoke, asking the young man. "That was an interesting move you pulled. But I wonder... was it worth it?"

"More than you know, you savage!" the young man's defiant tongue whipped.

The crowd responded with a sound as if they were acting like a ghost not meant to scare. With a quick 'ooooo', Gallows smirked arrogantly. He appeared amused by the whole thing, stopping right in front of the slave. "Well," he quickly said, turning to the crowd. "that's a new one."
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The crowd laughed with Gallows, their chuckle echoing all throughout the air. The general then turned back to the young man, his sky blue eyes falling heavily upon him. "Well, I'm glad," stated Gallows, drawing his blade. "But my friend, pride is a double-edged sword. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. And I believe you're on the bad end of it. So yes, die -- die believing your cause was just and worthy. But everyone here knows the truth... you're only just lying to yourself."

With the single thrust of his blade, the young man would see his death. The general's blade sliced on through the young man's torso, piercing through the center of his abdomen. The crowd's bloodlust was revealed, shouting a gleeful roar as the blade plunged into the slave's body. Gallows pulled his blade out of the young man's torso, turning around to gaze upon his crowd.

The young man's body then dropped to the wood below, he fell silent and lifeless. His blood began to pool around the general's steel-encased feet, tainting the polished metal in scarlet. The members of the Resistance within this crowd watched on in disgust, even more motivated than ever about their duty.

Gallows then pointed his sword towards the crowd, scrolling it all across the sea of flesh before him as if his blade were a arrow of a machine being dialed from the lowest setting to the highest. "Let this be a lesson to each..." Gallows continued, his sky blue eyes then flipped onto a very particular part of the crowd. He stared straight towards the members of the Resistance, but then he quickly looked away from them. "...and every single one of you. To those who would defy their masters, your end will be swift... and merciless."
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As the general continued his speech, those of the hood began to slip away from the scene. They swerved around the traffic, swiftly making their way through this tangled forest of glares and shouts. They began to make their way out into the market district, almost sickened by the display of their enemies.

Hours had passed since then. In the prison beneath the Imperial Castle of Governanti -- a tenebrous environment that's darkness never seemed to end -- sat a man who yearned for only one thing. A small candle burned the shadow away for just one small place, allowing him to see anything within close range. He sat there on his bed curled up like a ball, his face hiding in between his knees, his arms cuffed around his legs.

His face was then pulled from that cover. His black, stolid eyes turned to his left, hearing a familiar pounding that echoed all the way to his cell. From afar, the archer could see his sky blue eyes slice through the darkness. He came into the candle's light, revealing the general of steel armour. Shinon seemed unmoved, though the feelings of resentment towards that man before him surfaced.

Gallows stood in front of the Shinon's cage's door, his sky blue eyes staring nonjudgmentally upon the archer. "Good evening, Shinon." said the general.

Shinon looked upon the general, his black irises as apathetic as ever. But then he looked upon the injury the general had sustained, the loss of his right arm. "What, did you wrestle a bear and lose?" he asked, jokingly.

"Quite the comedian, aren't we?" Gallows responded, unimpressed. "But I would think it best that you not speak in such a tongue, human. You do remember our little deal, don't you?"
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His eyes shuffled away, glaring down sharply at the ground. "Tch..." he growled. "So, what do I owe the pleasure?" Gallows then sighed, being in a sort of battle of his own. Clenched in his left hand, a key of rusty iron. Gallows pulled his key to the gate of Shinon's cell. Shinon watched with question, seeing as the general began to unlock his cell door. "...What are you doing?"

"I know His Majesty will disagree, but I believe you're in need of a reward for your services." Gallows explained himself to the red-headed archer, opening the way to him. "So, come... let us go see Rolf."

Shinon glared up at Gallows' face, his body tightening up and taking a defensive position. "What kinda joke are you playing?" the archer reasonably asked, questioning the general's intention.

"This is no joke," the general assured, shaking his head.

Despite the general's occupation, he seemed quite sincere. Indeed, his words were almost worth buying. Regardless of this is a trap of some sort or not, Shinon had to see his brother. He hopped out of his bed, the shackles around his ankles rattled with a cry. Still his body language was very tense and restraint. He then cautiously stepped forth into the candle light, his black eyes never leaving the general for a moment.

The two began to walk to the right, with Shinon in front of Gallows. They approached a round wooden door. Gallows then pulled the door open, turning towards Shinon. "Stay here," he advised, turning back to face what was in front of him.

He then began walking into the room, leaving a very angry Shinon behind. Before the general was a long pathway with multiple pathways to his right, which would lead to a pathway edged with prison cells. The room was very similar to a small, three tooth comb in a sense. With three straight sections that held cells and prisoners, and Gallows was at the shaft of that comb.
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