Saturday, October 17, 2015
Meeting Points - Tyrannicide - P. A. Nolte
Apologies for all the late entries recently, and thanks to Grant for posting The Orient Express' Why? for me in a pinch. Hopefully things will be smoother sailing from here on out. At least for a little while. And, in case you missed them, my entries for Ashkan Honorvar's Heroes and The Orient Express are now live, so go read them!
1/ A hooded figure in black leather armor whispers hatefully into the Archduke's ear as he presses the monarch up against the railing of his oration balcony. He is simultaneously plunging a jeweled dagger deep into the Archduke's gullet. The blood gushing from the wound stains the white and purple vestments of the former ruler of this world.
Myrgos: For my sister...
2/ Myrgos withdraws his blade, pulling back to stand in full view. He is a drow, flanked by a large man with red hair wearing full plate, a woman barely visible under a midnight blue cloak with the hood drawn, and a kentauride with short cropped hair and tribal brandings up and down her exposed arms. The redheaded man cradles his large hammer, the cloaked woman stands still as a statue, and the kentauride has an arrow nocked, but not aimed.
Farrar: Is-- Is that it? Is it over?
Violca: No. Not yet.
3/ Profile. Close. From within her cloak, Violca has drawn a handful of dust, raised it in front of her face, and is blowing it towards the unsteady figure of the Archduke.
4/ He backs up, tripping and about to plummet to his death over the rail.
Archduke: No! Not like this! Not--
5/ The Bazaar. The speck of the Archduke's body can be seen as it falls from the balcony. The multitudes watch on in silence. The tyrant has departed this world.
Caption: "Take my life, but take it in vain, as an innocent's, and pray to your God that the blood you shed today may never be visited upon you."
6/ Myrgos. Sneering. He spits from the corner of his mouth.
Myrgos: Good riddance.