Central Razed

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Orskaf: Darien’s directions had been good, and Orskaf walked into the main halls of Central. He stepped into the council room, looking over at where the council members were seated. Orskaf reached out a hand, pulling the chair at the end of the long table out, and seating himself down in it, pressing his metal clad fingers together. “I’m surprised you met with me,” he said, his voice bitingly polite.
Although it really wasn’t a surprise why Orskaf had been granted this meeting. He did after all have an army right outside the gates of the city and was clearly a man of rank.  
Kezia: "You give us little choice, but, we’re always willing to look at a diplomatic solution to any situation." Kezia sent a sideways glance at Brion, as he sat with crossed arms in his chair. They had only moments before been discussing use of force against these outsiders to push them away. But the risk of the toll on the city was too great.
"Now then, how can we be of service, sir…?"
Orskaf: Orskaf slowly leaned forward, the chair creaking, his blank, concealed eyes starring the councilmen down. “Ragnorok is upon us…surely men of your esteemed and flawless caliber have realized this.” he drew in a breath, his voice rattling as it moved through the slits in the helmet. “I am a judge in Odin’s army. My job is to recruit kingdoms to serve him in his cause. I deem whether or not an establishment is…worth my time.” He paused, collecting his words. “Obviously there are other gods sending out other recruiters but, I would recommend not turning away a good offer.” Orskaf added pointedly.
Kezia: "Ragnarok? What madness is this?" Brion spoke gruffly.
"Hush Brion, keep your pride contained." Kezia turned once again to the outsider. "I apologize for the skepticism, surely you can understand. But, how are we to believe what you say is true? There have been no tidings of the end times, and, for all we know. You could be just another warmonger knocking on our gates." Kezia folded her hands in front of her as her smile departed. 
Orskaf: "No I cannot understand," Orskaf said flatly. "Has your impressive mage guild not sensed anything? I am no warmonger I am only a man who has been given a job…" he paused. "Can your mages tell when somebody has been…reanimated? Because if they can, I would recommend having them observe my army…every single one of them are resurrected warriors of the past." he cocked his head. "Would that be proof enough?"
Kezia: "In any case, you’ve yet to provide us with any offer. Are there any details other than our kingdom being recruited? What is the catch?" Kezia was not taking being talked down to lightly, and his assumptions that the mage guild would do anything other than manage the weather these days was foolish.
Orskaf: “My offer is you sign a contract. Your souls will become possessions of Odin. You will receive armor, weapons, protection, and be placed under my command…that is if you can show me that Central is…effective…in its methods. After all, inefficency is the downfall to every army.” Orskaf folded his hands. “So I have some questions to ask you, to determine this."
Kezia: Kezia leaned forward, “Then, perhaps you won’t mind if we evaluate you as well? Swearing the fealty of my citizens isn’t something I would so lightly give. But, you may ask away.”
Orskaf: Orskaf straightened in his seat, hands resting at his side, looking like a statue. “Would you say that you are all efficient in your ruling of this place?”
Kezia: "We’ve successfully removed an entire group of subhumans from our borders in a manner of months. Our people are in the safest city this side of the Ardunos Sea." Kezias eyes narrowed. "Efficiency is my specialty."
Orskaf: Orskaf remained un-moving. “No council woman…it’s mine. Just how many subhuman or half breed, if you will, uprisings have you had to deal with? Are you still fully away that Central still has one of the densest half breed populations? How have you controlled them? Has it even worked?”
Kezia: "The only density of half breeds near Central is to the South. Central itself holds only 4, well now 3, half breeds behind its walls. The population on our Southern border is being dealt with and Relocated. As far as uprisings, there has only ever been one severe enough to cause alarm. The retaliation for such was severe enough as to quell any half breed rebellion near this city.” Kezia’s voice grew terse as she spoke.
Orskaf: Orskaf reached down to his side, pulling up a small corked canteen. He popped it open. “Last question” he said, in a tone that indication that he hardly cared about Kezia’s explinations. “Does the name Bluntbone mean anything to you?”
Kezia: "Bluntbone? I would be lying if I told you I knew the name." Kezia clenched her teeth. This man was infuriating.
Orskaf: Orskaf lowered his head. “He was my friend…my only friend. I used to get him into so much trouble…he took the fall for me so many times because it was easy to blame him.” he gave a sad huff. “I was…not so kind in my younger days to the people close to me. He…was a mentally retarded fellow, you know, the kind the Central likes to sweep under the rug. He came to this city one day on a emergency supply run and he saw-” Orskaf cleared his throat. “He loved deer you see, his dream was to touch one and not have it run away…he saw a stag halfbreed…and ran to it,” he slowly shook his head. “He was so excited.”
Orskaf’s fingers tightened around the canteen. “But then your guards took the two of them in for questioning. The subhuman was not where he was supposed to be and by extension…neither was Bluntbone.” he slowly stood, his free palm pressing tight into the table. “You interrogated him and detained him, scaring him half to death in the process!” he spat. “By the time the others were able to drag him out of your damned prisons he was a panicking wreck…” under his helmet, Orskaf’s lip tightened. “And during a storm that would have been avoided if they had departed on scheduled, my friend fell over board…and he couldn’t swim.”  
He raised the canteen up. “And that children…is who Bluntstone…was.” Orskaf tilted back the container, spilling the red wine inside of it into the gaping mouth of his helmet. The liquid spilled over, dribbling onto the table, and suddenly the entire atmosphere in the room became cold, unconformable, and eerie as the man lowered the canteen, setting back down on the table with a hard knock.
Kezia: "You are invited to these halls under the facade of peace, knowing full well you are here to antagonize me. If I had known you to be a sympathizer… Get out, and take your army with you. Ragnarok will come when it may, but I do not need tortured souls ordering my people about." She stood and proceeded out a side door into her private chambers, two honor guards approached Orskav beckoning him to stand and depart.
Orskaf: "A sympathizer? For helfbreeds? Don’t make me sick!" Orskaf said as the two men hoisted him by his arms. "Get off!" He barked, pulling away from them and pointing a finger. "You think I came here just to antagonizing you? Idiocy! Mixing personal bias with business shirks efficiency." he, pulled out a parchment, throwing it down in front of the council members. "Now, sign this document if you wish to enlist…other gods may not be so forgiving upon entering your kingdom. 
Orskaf turned around, beginning to walk towards the door. “I always believed halfbreeds ought to be exterminated. So despite the fact that you’ll be sharing the same rank as them upon singing, they’ll at least be preforming all the frontal charges.”
Kezia: "You will have your papers signed, soon enough, outsider. In the meantime leave us be. We have much to discuss before signing over the souls of our people."
Orskaf: “Oh…” Orskaf turned around, looking at Brison. “But there is probably one other thing you should know.”
Kezia: "And what might that be?" 
Orskaf: Orskaf walked over, holding up his hands to show he was unarmed. “Just something about that contract,” he slowly extended his hands, and then suddenly grabbed Brion around the face. “Ah! Sh sh sh sh sh!” He hushed. “Hold still,” He leaned forward close, the tip of the spike protruding from the mouth of his helmet tickling the inside of his ear dangerously.
"I’m just, gonna, whisper, in, your, ear…"
With a sickening ‘squish’ the short spike shot into Brion’s ear and into his brain as Orskaf pulled his head in close to him. Orskaf stiffened as he covered Brion’s mouth, holding his head tightly as the man struggled briefly before he pulled him away, dropping him to the floor. He turned around quickly, snapping the neck of one of the guards and and smashing a bottle across the other ones head.
Orskaf’s head slowly turned towards Kezia his black eyes haunting as a small drop of blood dripped from the spike. “My bad, what I meant to say…was that it isn’t going to matter whether you sign that contract or not.” 
Kezia: Kezia’s eyes shrank to slits on her face. “So you plan to take my city by force then?”
Orskaf: “I don’t want your city,” Orskaf said tiredly, pacing over to the balcony that overlooked Central. “It’s politics and policies made a mess of something that could have run like a tight ship. Many of them a straight up waste of time…your city is a blot, and I’m getting rid of it. So if I were you…I’d start running now.”
Orskaf threw up a hand, calling in a tongue foreign to Kezia. “Ahi Ahi! Orreeshee!” his voice carried across the area, and after a moments pause, his call was answered by the sound of a horn blast. Then came the rumbling, the terrible rumbling as thousands of soldiers flooded into the city. The army was in amounts that vastly outnumbered anything Central had to offer. Within moment, the cries of battle and slaughter could be heard from down bellow. 
Orskaf turned back around. “The subhumans…the citizens…the guild…and you. You’re all a waste, and I'v been sick of watching you playing politician and thinking you’re actually doing good.”
A building erupted into flames in the background. 
“Oh but I’m sure you’ll be able to fix all of this with a new rule or regulation…now won’t you?” he jibed, and then turned sharply, heading for the door. 
Kezia: "I never believed in the Gods of these lands, and I still don’t, madman. Your actions only further my thoughts. Do whatever you will, my city will return." Kezia spoke with a tight voice, fighting back the urge to scream. 
Orskaf: "Your city isn’t going to return anything…there won’t be anything left to retaliate with." Orskaf replied, and then began walking towards her. "My name is Orskaf Donz, I was murdered three years ago, and now I am a judge of Odin’s army. And you, and all of Central, have proved to be of no worth to my commanding god." he drew his sword.
Kezia: "Kezia backed out onto the bridge connecting her tower and the council chambers. She surveyed the sky and saw… Thaddeus. The esteemed griffin trainer landed himself and his mount on the bridge next to Kezia. “Illuminar, are you alright?”
"I’m alright for now Thaddeus. Their leader, a madman, killed Brion. We must leave."
"Aye milady, we can do that." He reached down his arm and pulled her onto his griffin. Kezia looked back towards Orskaf as she settled herself in front of Thaddeus.
Orskaf: Orskaf snarled, running forward and throwing a wine bottle at them, but missed…they were gone. His eyes narrowed as the doors behind him banged open. “Intruder!” a mage declared. “We are members of the mage guild…we are here to end this!”
Orskaf sighed, slowly turning around and plucking a fork up off the table. “Fine,” he grumbled, walking towards them.
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