The Blame, Part I
(Continued from B’andtherion Attacks)
Outside, Evan and Vixxy stared at Aman’thil and Goldie. “He’s unconscious. Get your asses inside,” Evan called out. The gnome didn’t release her bow, and she kept an eye on them. Goldie rolled her eyes and gripped Aman’thil’s arm tightly.
Meanwhile, inside, the Flea was about to walk out when Mora mentioned Kelah. It seemed like a good idea considering that he didn’t know where Sarinna’s salts were. Teriaan didn’t say anything. He stared at the fallen King and he rubbed the back of his neck. When Mora mentioned questioning someone from that house, the Champion rolled his eyes.
However, it was the Flea who smirked as he gazed down. “Rumor has it that Sarinna went over to the bordello earlier and shot Aman’thil in the ear. At least that’s what the whores said.” He turned to Teriaan and Mora. “Something about blaming him for the last invasion.”
Lazy eyes looked over the Flea as he spoke. She smiled and couldn't help but laugh some when he said Sarinna shot Aman'thil's ear. "Sarinna don't fuck around. He must have earned it.." a hand reaching up and stroking her kings face which she leaned up and nuzzled her own into "So, Sarinna thinks he has something to do with it before, and NOW, she's gone" her nose wrinkled some with a glare she shot Teriaan, angry brows relaxed just as quickly and she snuggled back close to the kings chest listening to his heartbeat, it was the only thing keeping her calm.
Aman'thil looked at Vixxy and sighed, noticing the look at the gnome was giving them. He didn't object or voice his opinion as Evan's bellow was a welcome distraction. He moved inside, placing a hand over Goldie's as they arrived at the home. It was just at that moment that he heard Mora speak and then looked at the woman. "What.." he started, realizing that she was clearly different. However, he knew that his defense had to come first before he started questioning others. He glanced at Teriaan, sparing the man a momentary non-verbal thanks as he knew that there was probably a back and forth going on. "She did shoot me in the ear" Amanthil confirmed, gesturing to the lack of ear that he now had "and that was the end of it. She did not want to pursue it further, it was a warning.. a needless warning but a warning." He then looked at the King and then Mora and then over towards the others. "I'm sure there are doubts here... it makes sense - How- did they get here? Who could have told them? And yes, I'm probably the one you would blame... hell I would." He ran his hand through his hair and then glanced briefly at Goldie. "Yet I'm still here. If I were a traitor I doubt the B'andtherions would take up arms against me... you saw how I was tossed about... you saw how they all disdain me." He pointed to himself and then to the R on his chest "I'm no traitor. I'm not responsible for this... “
Teriaan looked at Aman’thil and nodded once. “It wasn’t him.” He then looked at Mora and began to pace about the room. That was when the King began to stir. He groaned softly and tried to move his head.
Mora had rolled her eyes, of course, Teriaan wasn't going to even try. Aman'thil was already pleading his case and it was done to the other champion but Mora was not satisfied with that. She was about to protest but she felt the king moving and she sat up. She made a face of concern when he started to move his head, "Wait, Melaeth, you are hurt.." she tried to whisper.
The Flea and Goldie watched carefully while Teriaan walked toward he throne. “Melaeth?” He asked softly.
The King opened his eyes and his fingers gripped at Mora. “What... what happened?” His vision cleared and he saw Mora and Teriaan. “Sarinna... WHERES SARINNA!” He screamed and tensed up, his body hurting. He wasn’t sure if it was his nerve pain or the pain from being thrown back.
He was already yelling and holding on to her sides. trying to get up, to give him some space she looked at Teriaan "Tell him!” but then quickly looked to Flea. Mora knew there was going to be hell spewed all over them all and she was powerless to save anyone, not even herself right now.
Everyone was frightened, that much was true. Teriaan stepped toward the throne and said, “They took Sarinna.”
The Rat King stopped, his eyes widening. “They what?” His words were almost a whisper that seemed to quickly fade. Leaning back, ignoring the pain he felt, he was in a daze. The Flea and Evan stepped back. He was volatile. They had no idea how he would respond. Teriaan remained where he stood. He knew what the King was capable of doing, but he remained. “We will get her back somehow.” He turned to Flea. “Where is she?”
The Flea opened his black leather bag and withdrew her vial. A few moments later, he sighed, “She’s alive, but I cannot seem to see a location.” He gazed up at Teriaan. “They must have wards up.” He turned to Aman’thil for verification.
Teriaan turned to Aman’thil as well. “Would you know where they are? I doubt anyone else would have information that could help us.” Goldie squeezed Aman’thil’s arm as she hid from the King. The King slowly turned to glare at Aman’thil.
Aman'thil looked at the King and went pale-faced at the reaction, though it was to be expected. When the King looked at him he seemed to hesitate in his response. "There are three places that come to mind, my King... The first would be the dungeons beneath the city. She IS of the Alliance just by her blood but I doubt they would do that... the second is the estate. And I say this with an honest tongue: there is little hope for her if she is there, it is impenetrable." He glanced at Goldie briefly before looking back to the king. "The third... is the brothers' tower. I don't know where it is but I do know that its where the death knight takes up home. He experiments, tortures, collects souls..." he trailed off, not wanting to really continue with the description. "That... that is all I know.”
She could feel his grip going tighter and she tried to shrink in his grasp not saying a word. Mora was very much aware of how rage filled her king was. She worried about his head but knew that now trying to get him to be careful with it was moot. "There has to be a way," she said softly after the elf had spoken, she knew where the tower was. Where Laz's tower was; she had been there many times before. It would make no difference if the night elf was not there. She took a breath and looked cautiously back up to her king.
The King’s breathing was harder and his body tensed up. He looked at Aman’thil and then at Mora when she looked at him. He moved as he made his way off the chair, not caring if Mora fell or not. “No one knows where she could be? NO ONE?”
“We’ll have to find a way to find her. As long as she’s alive, there’s a chance,” Teriaan said, running his hand through his hair.
“She’s fucking gone and no one knows where to find her!” The King growled. Teriaan glances at him.
“Calm the fuck down, Melaeth. We’ll find a way. We all want her back safely.” Teriaan said gently.
“And I want them dead. Both of them. Even the one who was interested in talking. He’s just as useless as the other.” The King gripped the chair and seethed with rage. He looked down at Mora, madness in his eyes.
(Co-written with @loveherdekay & @allasticus )
