KillerClowns
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I recently received a whupping courtesy of Tasunke (the forum-goer, not the Hippus leader) in my first online game. Fun, in a painful way. Anyways, this story is very loosely inspired by the events of that game.
Spoiler :
Jubilee was burning. Fire rained down upon its carnivals and tents, called forth by Lanun mages, while citizens and ill-armed militia fought their would-be conquerors in the street. In the center of the maelstrom, a single massive beast, one of the legendary War Tortoises, plodded towards the palace. Within the carriage atop the beast sat Falamar, still handsome despite his gray hair and world-weary eyes, flanked by a pair of Vicars. The creature crushed the wall that separated the palace from the teeming masses of Jubilee, and easily tore through the doors into the palace antechamber.
Falamar and his escort dismounted and strode purposefully into the great hall, only to be greeted by a massive balor, a red bow atop its head. “Ah, Giggles,” Falamar said. “I don't suppose you'd be willing to step aside?” Giggles roared, and in response, the Vicars cast a simple incantation to blind the beast with holy light. Falamar took advantage of that moment to sink his blade into the balor's heart. “I didn't think so,” he said, as the beast crumbled into ash.
Falamar kicked open the door, and his escorts quietly disposed of the guardsmen posted there. Sitting upon the great throne in the center of the room was Keelyn. She was a woman now, even though she still had the mind of a child. But it was a very clever mind indeed, and Falamar knew she'd been expecting them. He drew his sword and strode towards Keelyn.
“I used to call you friend,” Falamar said. “When the rest of Erebus declared you a lunatic, little better than the hellspawn you manipulate or the psychopathic father you never really met, I believed in you. When your father was slain, I convinced the Overcouncil that rather than take advantage of the anarchy in the Balseraph nation, they should trust that you would bring your people to a new golden age.”
“I remember that,” Keelyn said. “Basium wanted to kill me. But you stopped him. That was nice of you. I knew, then, you'd be my friend.” Falamar said. “I remember, you came right up and hugged me.” He smiled, despite himself, at the memory. Keelyn said, “so, can we be friends again?”
Falamar stopped smiling. “After all the things you did? You... betrayed me. You betrayed my trust. I stood up for you, when everybody else thought you were a monster... and what did you do? Prove them right. You summoned forth the vilest of hell spawn to spread mayhem, not even caring that they ravaged your people as much as any other. It was... madness. And... why? For what?”
Keelyn laughed, a high, childish laugh, oddly infectious and without anything that could be recognized as malice. “Because it was fun.” “Fun?” Falamar said, aghast. “You thought watching your own people die in droves of plagues and blight was fun?” “No. That was messy. But the world is full of people. All the other leaders, leading their little people, dividing up the world between them. There wasn't room for me at that table. Most of them hated me, or saw me as a toy to be manipulated. I knew I could never rule this world. So I decided, if I couldn't have it, nobody else would either!”
“You... did all this... because you were... jealous?” “I wanted everything. I saw the Bannor cities, so perfect, so ordered. The Kuriotate metropolises, their golden sprawl so great they could swallow Jubilee up like a fish swallows a worm. The Elohim's monasteries, the only places I ever really felt at peace. And, of course, your precious ports, so alive, so full of wonders from across Erebus. I wanted them all, I wanted to tie them all up and put them in a little box, so they'd be mine, and mine alone. But I couldn't do that. So it was either share these little wonders... or smash them!”
“Then why not share? There's plenty for everyone...” “You don't understand. It's not the same. I wanted them to be my little secrets, my little doll houses, my toys, mine, mine, all mine and nobody else's.” She paused, reflecting upon this, before changing the subject. “You're going to kill me, aren't you?” Falamar nodded, and said, “we've offered you redemption a hundred times over, and every time, you used it to stab us in the back. I'm afraid you've left me no choice.” Keelyn said, “I don't want to die.” Tears began to run down her cheeks. Falamar said, “neither did all the people you killed.” Keelyn's sadness turned to anger, and she said, “they didn't matter! They didn't understand!” With that, she drew a dagger hidden somewhere in the folds of her dress and charged, slitting a Vicar's throat before he could react. She next went for Falamar, who parried her blow, then skewered Keelyn through. “I'm sorry,” he said, as she died.
Falamar and his escort dismounted and strode purposefully into the great hall, only to be greeted by a massive balor, a red bow atop its head. “Ah, Giggles,” Falamar said. “I don't suppose you'd be willing to step aside?” Giggles roared, and in response, the Vicars cast a simple incantation to blind the beast with holy light. Falamar took advantage of that moment to sink his blade into the balor's heart. “I didn't think so,” he said, as the beast crumbled into ash.
Falamar kicked open the door, and his escorts quietly disposed of the guardsmen posted there. Sitting upon the great throne in the center of the room was Keelyn. She was a woman now, even though she still had the mind of a child. But it was a very clever mind indeed, and Falamar knew she'd been expecting them. He drew his sword and strode towards Keelyn.
“I used to call you friend,” Falamar said. “When the rest of Erebus declared you a lunatic, little better than the hellspawn you manipulate or the psychopathic father you never really met, I believed in you. When your father was slain, I convinced the Overcouncil that rather than take advantage of the anarchy in the Balseraph nation, they should trust that you would bring your people to a new golden age.”
“I remember that,” Keelyn said. “Basium wanted to kill me. But you stopped him. That was nice of you. I knew, then, you'd be my friend.” Falamar said. “I remember, you came right up and hugged me.” He smiled, despite himself, at the memory. Keelyn said, “so, can we be friends again?”
Falamar stopped smiling. “After all the things you did? You... betrayed me. You betrayed my trust. I stood up for you, when everybody else thought you were a monster... and what did you do? Prove them right. You summoned forth the vilest of hell spawn to spread mayhem, not even caring that they ravaged your people as much as any other. It was... madness. And... why? For what?”
Keelyn laughed, a high, childish laugh, oddly infectious and without anything that could be recognized as malice. “Because it was fun.” “Fun?” Falamar said, aghast. “You thought watching your own people die in droves of plagues and blight was fun?” “No. That was messy. But the world is full of people. All the other leaders, leading their little people, dividing up the world between them. There wasn't room for me at that table. Most of them hated me, or saw me as a toy to be manipulated. I knew I could never rule this world. So I decided, if I couldn't have it, nobody else would either!”
“You... did all this... because you were... jealous?” “I wanted everything. I saw the Bannor cities, so perfect, so ordered. The Kuriotate metropolises, their golden sprawl so great they could swallow Jubilee up like a fish swallows a worm. The Elohim's monasteries, the only places I ever really felt at peace. And, of course, your precious ports, so alive, so full of wonders from across Erebus. I wanted them all, I wanted to tie them all up and put them in a little box, so they'd be mine, and mine alone. But I couldn't do that. So it was either share these little wonders... or smash them!”
“Then why not share? There's plenty for everyone...” “You don't understand. It's not the same. I wanted them to be my little secrets, my little doll houses, my toys, mine, mine, all mine and nobody else's.” She paused, reflecting upon this, before changing the subject. “You're going to kill me, aren't you?” Falamar nodded, and said, “we've offered you redemption a hundred times over, and every time, you used it to stab us in the back. I'm afraid you've left me no choice.” Keelyn said, “I don't want to die.” Tears began to run down her cheeks. Falamar said, “neither did all the people you killed.” Keelyn's sadness turned to anger, and she said, “they didn't matter! They didn't understand!” With that, she drew a dagger hidden somewhere in the folds of her dress and charged, slitting a Vicar's throat before he could react. She next went for Falamar, who parried her blow, then skewered Keelyn through. “I'm sorry,” he said, as she died.