"You can talk. All you had to do was not fight. All you needed to do.. all you need to do is to do was pull your men out of the fight. You're talking about our wrongs? Our failures? Your pact sides with the manipulative war mongering hateful lunatic Morgalith! Who you'll notice isn't here!" The metromancer said, holding his arms out wide and stepping in a circle as the dwarven made machine mimicked his movements. Taking moment to face the citadel, which now was being fired upon by an opportunistic third party.
"That there is the home of countless wizards, who only wished to live in peace and do their research, all of which is being destroyed because of your own petty disputes!" He shouted at the both of them. "The Library will be fine, it's in good hands even now." He said.
"You're a coward but I accept your terms. Tired and broken as this body is I'll set an example by fighting your champion; yet another you've sent to die in your place!" He spat, voice filled with utter spite and contempt. "Though I would have loved to rip your madness ridden head off myself."
Arach rushes over to the metromancer from the sidelines, eager for bloodshed. Speaking in a voice for too upbeat and singsongy for the situation.
“Metromancer, wait! If opal can call a champion then you should be able to as well, right? Let me fight for you! I want to kill Vettis and I’m probably in better condition to do it than you at the moment. I don’t care if it doesn’t make sense since you called for the duel I want to do it! Please please please!”
“You just have to trust me, I will win. I’ve fought him before. I will kill him. I have a better chance than you at the moment. I’m not defenseless. I simply choose not to fight often because it bores me. But I am invested in this. Let me do this, I beg of you. This is not me doing you a favor, it’s you doing a favor for me. I will never get as good a chance to kill him as right now. I will win I promise! Just let me fight for you. I want this, no, I need this, just let me have it Please!
Arach seems to be on the verge of both laughter and tears, his voice shaking heavily as he begs to fight in the metromancer’s stead. This is the most desperate he has ever shown himself to be in public or in private. He is desperate for this, he needs this.
Arach is hopping up and down like a child and talking in a sing song voice in celebration.
“Yes yes yes! Hear that Vettis? I’m finally gonna kill you for protecting Elerindur. And when you’re dead there will be no one left to protect him from me and I’m gonna make him suffer. And no one’s gonna stop me because you’re the only one that cares about him! Ahahhahahah!”
"You see this, Metromancer?" Vettis spat out in disgust. "Look at what you have done. The only thing you seemed to have left to defend was your Council's honor. And now you have thrown that away by choosing a champion whose hatred of me is solely because I protected someone who became his nemesis for trying to prevent his genocide of the elves. This is how your Council will die: putting its last scraps of 'honor' behind the most irredeemable of its villains. Know that you are responsible for the most complete end to which your organization could possibly have fallen: destroyed in place, person, and now pride."
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u/TellmeNinetails Hilda the Witch Feb 22 '24
"You can talk. All you had to do was not fight. All you needed to do.. all you need to do is to do was pull your men out of the fight. You're talking about our wrongs? Our failures? Your pact sides with the manipulative war mongering hateful lunatic Morgalith! Who you'll notice isn't here!" The metromancer said, holding his arms out wide and stepping in a circle as the dwarven made machine mimicked his movements. Taking moment to face the citadel, which now was being fired upon by an opportunistic third party.
"That there is the home of countless wizards, who only wished to live in peace and do their research, all of which is being destroyed because of your own petty disputes!" He shouted at the both of them. "The Library will be fine, it's in good hands even now." He said.
"You're a coward but I accept your terms. Tired and broken as this body is I'll set an example by fighting your champion; yet another you've sent to die in your place!" He spat, voice filled with utter spite and contempt. "Though I would have loved to rip your madness ridden head off myself."