Kingmaker - As the Ravens Gather

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Waving a piece of paper in his hand, the Duke shouted at Marshal Slade “What is this?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know” shouted the dwarf, “you’re smarter than you pretend to be”

“Who am I supposed to replace you with?” countered Yorick, “Topper Red?”

“why don’t you just take justice into your own hands! You seem to have the knack for it”

“Is that what this is about? When have I ever done that?”

“You should know”

“I swear to you, I have never done that”

“I’ll remind you nice more, I can tell when you’re lying. Like now. It’s fine, if you want the job, it’s yours. Give it to the taking bird, if you want, I don’t care. You need to learn that a stable nation is a nation of laws, and not of men”

“It’s in the book, have the bird read it to you” the dwarf spat. Dropping the metal bound book on the floor, he stomped out.

With an indignant shake of his head, Bartelby flew over and looked at the book. “it’s the manual of city-building boss” “Cover says it was written by Abadar himself”

The door slammed.

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I’m formulating a response in my head as we speak . . . and I’ll respect that door slam at the end of the post, though I suspect that Yorick would have been talking and following: he’s nothing if not verbose.

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You’ve got two hands, go ahead and open the door and say something…

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As the sound of the slamming door echoed across the chamber, the shadow ravens roosting above Yorick all began to screech and caw. The duke strode angrily towards the closed door, opening it with an arcane gesture. There was mass fluttering and a rush of air as the ravens all poured out into the hall. The dwarf was striding angrily away.
“Slade, you arrogant, pig-headed, copper-pinching pain in the ass!” Yorick shouted. “You are the Marshal! You are the one who is supposed to handle law and order! What the hell am I supposed to do? I know about as much about this legal shite as you do about having a good time! Stop throwing a tantrum and help me solve this gods-damned mess!”

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Slade stopped, and slowly pivoted around. “It’s not a game of dress-up, young man. Like it or not, the crown is on your head, and that means you have to make hard decisions. Decisions that will not be fun.”

“So, do you weaken what the law means, this early in your reign? Do you tell foreign nations and your own citizens that there is one law for those you like, and another for those you don’t? Or do you go after those who illegally killed Grigori? Torture and murder is a crime, Yorick. The guilty must be made to stand trial. I didn’t think that needed to be explained.”

The dwarf moved closer to Yorick, his solid weight a sharp contrast to the other man’s slender grace. Looking upward, he growled “And if you know who committed this crime, I suggest you share that knowledge. And by Abadar, if you lie to me this time, you can enforce your own damn laws from here on.”

And with the legendary resolve shared by all members of the Ironbeard clan, Slade waited.

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Yorick sighed.
“Korrah killed him, Slade. I assumed you knew.” The duke rubbed his eyes and breathed deeply.
“Apparently the bard was spreading tales that the half orc and I wear having some torrid affair.” Yorick laughed outloud. “Lizvetta almost cut my balls off . . . and she knew it wasn’t true!” He grew silent for a moment.
“I don’t know what to do, friend. Are we to arrest the General’s wife?”

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In the meantime, Corbin and Markoa are down at the brewery clanging mugs together and yapping it up.

“Markoa,” Corbin slurs. “His is the best day ever. We got a good group running this place, the beer flows freely. I got a good wife. You got that ing going on with what’s-her-face. What could possible go wrong!”

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What “thing” does Markoa have going on, and with whom?

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[OOC: I assumed that was a reference to a dalliance with Zhang, which was implied in a recent post when Markoa made it clear to Yorick’s little spymaster that he knew what she was up to.]

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[ooc:Yeah I haven’t thought about it until I was writing up this little post, and thought maybe the thing with Zhang turns into a little “The Spy Who Loved Me.”}

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