Thread: The Elementalist (Lady Nefrodiel)

The battle had been temporarily halted as all eyes were now on the pirate captain and the captive Alena. The young girl's unhappiness at the situation had only increased as she heard Victoria's words and then her father's. This was just great . Well, she wasn't completely helpless. She had the will to complete a spell mentally. But what spell could she use? After all, she was the only thing keeping Victoria from blasting the man to pieces. She supposed if she pretended to comply with his words and distract him by getting into a philosphical debate that would be good enough. It would give Tori, stupid Jonathan, and her father some time to think of a way to eliminate the dratted pirates. And there's nothing that says you have to be a pirate... you're a pirate by choice. Surely there are other professions out there for you to productively contribute to the world, pointed Alena out, trying to be as calm as she possibly could. The expressive green orbs rolled themselves again as she continued, But then again, I don't see why I'm even bothering to bring this up. You're probably no better than him . If she could have, she would have gestured to Lord Boswell himself. Although the Boswells were a powerful, magical noble family, they were not the avatars of goodness they had once been, long ago. Like the saying went, Great power corrupts and well, the family was quite corrupt. Of course, they weren't necessarily evil, but they could be quite selfish about their desires and wants. Alena was not like that at all and in her youthful passion, despised all members of her family because of what they had become. Victoria noted when his eyes became intense and saw that he was mostly concentrating on... at this point she looked down at her own chest and saw that Inzilom Medallion had come up from its hiding place and was now out for all to see. That alone was something to disturb her. But the fact that he was eyeing it so greedily... lead her to expect that he knew it wasn't just some pretty meaningless trinket. And that scared her to no ends. If he had any idea what it was... then Alena's hostage-taking took on a whole other meaning. In fact, her suspicions had deepened when he specifically emphasized the word necklaces. Oh, he knew it was something special alright. But the fact that he had stated the usual, meant there was a good chance he didn't know the Inzilom was useless without one of Boswell blood. As for Lord Elliot, he chose not to reply to the pirate captain's obvious insult to himself. There was business to be done here- even if it was with a man as filthy as this theiving, nonmagical pirate. And in return for our cooperation with your request of the items you want, you'll return my daughter to me unharmed and you'll be on your merry way? On your own ship and leaving our own ship the way it was before, of course. If that is our agreement, I understand completely, replied the head of the Boswell clan. He made sure to cover all his bases- he was a politician. If he wasn't specific, then the pirate would probably take advantage of some sort of loop hole. This situation was sticky. Like hell he was going to let that man have the Inzilom Medallion! Even if it was useless in the pirates's hand. It would be not sullied by one of impure blood! You may every item on this ship, including all magical items and necklaces, except- but was cut off by the clear confident voice of his oldest daughter. It was at this point that Victoria had stepped up, dramatically unclasping the necklace as her clear voice rang throughout the silent ship, There will be no exceptions. It's quite clear he wants this most of all. That was the decision Victoria had come to. If it was anyone else she would have coldly sacrificed them for the better good. But it was Alena. When their mother had died giving birth to the girl, she had sworn to protect her. That was her duty that was what her mother would have wanted. The pride of the Boswell family wasn't worth risking Alena's life. Besides, they would find it again. The medallion called out to her- it's rightful owner. Walking up to him with the necklace dangling in her pale hands, she coldly addressed him, It's yours, in return for my sister's life. May Inzilom himself be merciful when dealing with you She appeared defeated, but that was only part of the plan. Let him think he had won temporarily. He wasn't the first to try and separate the Boswell's from their greatest treasure.