Abelain Narv'uk
The Bloodseeker
[member="Blazing Eye"]
The curiosity only hit a peak when the prisoner knelt before him in proper regal fashion. He had a sudden idea as to what the discussion would be, but he kept it to himself lest he be incorrect. Could it be that the species of the prisoner valued the ideas of debts of life and blood? His own people had not held such ideals for a very long time, not since the Ascendant War, but there was still enough knowledge on the subject for it to be understandable. The rescued or defeated commonly felt as if though they owed their allegiance to the victor, and Abelain had no mind to refuse. He allowed for the sentient to speak, taking heed of it's titles and quickly discerning that Esh-Kah was it's race. That was useful information that would have been difficult to find in other circumstances, and he made a mental note to determine whatever he could of their culture at a later date.
His suspicions on the warrior's age were confirmed as well when he spoke of conflicts that the Arue'tii had never heard conversation of, as well as the reference to battles that time itself had forgotten. Abelain listened intently to the rite offered to him, the service of a powerful and ancient warrior to do his bidding, bound to his orders. There was usefulness in that, even if it did come with the stipulation that the service would be rendered null should the Esh-kah ever defeat him in single combat. He was a superior being, and he knew that it would be unlikely the warrior would win such a conflict, at least not until it had grown significantly in power. The only problem to that plan was that Abelain would be growing stronger as well, already he had begun to learn and intensify his strength.
"I accept your service." He spoke, his tone attempting to match the formality oozing off of the Esh-Kah, with only slight success. His arm outstretched towards the ex-prisoner, palm open in a symbol of peace, "Arise, Blazing Eye. You shall be given quarter upon the Paladin, and any equipment or service that you require shall be granted. I will that my trust not be betrayed." He doubted that the warrior would sabotage anything of his, or under his command. Honor would simply not allow for such treachery, and that type of code transcended species.
The curiosity only hit a peak when the prisoner knelt before him in proper regal fashion. He had a sudden idea as to what the discussion would be, but he kept it to himself lest he be incorrect. Could it be that the species of the prisoner valued the ideas of debts of life and blood? His own people had not held such ideals for a very long time, not since the Ascendant War, but there was still enough knowledge on the subject for it to be understandable. The rescued or defeated commonly felt as if though they owed their allegiance to the victor, and Abelain had no mind to refuse. He allowed for the sentient to speak, taking heed of it's titles and quickly discerning that Esh-Kah was it's race. That was useful information that would have been difficult to find in other circumstances, and he made a mental note to determine whatever he could of their culture at a later date.
His suspicions on the warrior's age were confirmed as well when he spoke of conflicts that the Arue'tii had never heard conversation of, as well as the reference to battles that time itself had forgotten. Abelain listened intently to the rite offered to him, the service of a powerful and ancient warrior to do his bidding, bound to his orders. There was usefulness in that, even if it did come with the stipulation that the service would be rendered null should the Esh-kah ever defeat him in single combat. He was a superior being, and he knew that it would be unlikely the warrior would win such a conflict, at least not until it had grown significantly in power. The only problem to that plan was that Abelain would be growing stronger as well, already he had begun to learn and intensify his strength.
"I accept your service." He spoke, his tone attempting to match the formality oozing off of the Esh-Kah, with only slight success. His arm outstretched towards the ex-prisoner, palm open in a symbol of peace, "Arise, Blazing Eye. You shall be given quarter upon the Paladin, and any equipment or service that you require shall be granted. I will that my trust not be betrayed." He doubted that the warrior would sabotage anything of his, or under his command. Honor would simply not allow for such treachery, and that type of code transcended species.
