::The Battle Of Eldaran:: -Semi-Literate-

[Arthur Κirkland]

Arthur considered Erick's question. It was rather uncommon for men to fall in love, at least, for the humans. (I'm guessing this is back when it was pretty hidden and not so open and accepted as it is now) "For men like myself, yes, it would be... Odd. Our kind tend to prefer the opposite gender." He explained, then looked at the ground when Erick gave his decision. "Very well then... But please, know that this is not being done selfishly. If you have killed the one you love, I don't think you'll be able to find happiness any longer in the life you're living." He walked over to the elf, offering a hand to help him up. Yes, Erick had done something horrid, but yet... Arthur felt sympathy towards him. At least he was willing to face his fate like a man, and hadn't run like a criminal.

[lightscales]

Erick sighed as he was helped up, not speaking anymore. He was terrified. What would they sentance him to. Hanging? That seemed to kind a fate. Not only did he kill someone- he used forbidden magic to do it as we'll. surely he would be tortured. He pushed the thoughts away and sighed again. At least when he sided he could be with Beren. If the other didn't hate him for killing him. The thought made his throght go dry and he swallowed thickly.

[Arthur Κirkland]

"Follow me... I know where a group of particular knights like to camp this time of night." Arthur instructed the now silent elf, his words spoken as if he were about to show the other a prime hunting spot. He tried to remain casual, though internally it pained him to be doing such a thing. "You know... You could always run," He told the other, turning back to look at him. "Perhaps it'd be better comitting honorable suicide..." He suggested, not wanting Erick to suffer torture at the hands of the nobles.

[MysterySoul6]

Nightlock slid her hands into her pockets as she followed Arthur and Erick. He did say she could come anyway, She stayed silent, nto really knowing what to say (Mega wb DX whoever came up with wb i wanna kill them so bad DX!)

[Alfred F. Jones]

Beren's eyes followed Blaxton, and he tightened his fists even more; blood began to drip from his whitened knuckles. "Be silent," he growled, his anger growing. Unconsciously, magic began to pulsate a golden color on the border of his irises, his glare now seeming to make the air in the room heavy; which it very well might be.

[lightscales]

Blaxton smirked and his hand shot out to grip the elfs neck as he sneered "In case you did not know, the prisionor does not give orders." He sneered darkly and pushed him back befre continuing his pacing, not noticing the magic increase.
either that or he was not effected.

Erick paused, considering it. "But if i run wiont they catch me? And I will be exicutede either way." He said and felt his breath hitch as a thought came into ghis mind. "I didnt kill him!" He cried and gripped Arthurs shoulders.

[Alfred F. Jones]

Beren grumbled, closing his eyes briefly and extinguishing the flow of magic. "I do not care," he mumbled, calming himself down a little.

[Cap'n Rose]

The Prince had settled quite a few annoying and irking complaints of the day, stretching his half gloved fingertips. They were still damp with blood as he swept over to the dungeons, the quick build up of magic alarming him very slightly. Blaxton could handle it... but... Ahren rather wanted to kill someone intimately right now. To make the die slowly, beautifully...

[lightscales]

Blaxton smirked as he sat down "Do you like your acomidations? Ill leave the skrying portal on so you can watch your pathetic little elf" He said and gave another dark smirk. His eyes were tinted golden around the pupil now, him having absorbed whatever magic lingered. Soon enough it faded and his eyes were once again their milky, grizzly white.

[Cap'n Rose]

Ahren knocked on the door, then opened it, leaning against the door frame. Everything was under control, as expected. He never did doubt, but magic always made him anxious. He never used it conciously, having never been trained to use it in such a way. His green eyes drifted over the room as he smiled thoughtfully. His knight was having fun now, wasn't he? The dark Prince gently put a bloodied finger in his mouth, licking the blood off of it absently. He was comfortable down here, in this dark place...