Court of Hearts Pt.1

Broken Father and Broken Son

Year 396

After the feast, and the many cruel displays of violence forced upon the people of Gralkar Valley and the new crew assembled . Fothrolestro disappeared. Though up until this point, Tiro behaved sick and cruel, gladly falling to Fothrolestro time and time again. Now he didn't wish to speak, or cause havoc he'd seek out counsel with Gralkar or Volgor. Yet he seemed to know his past decisions and didn't want to destroy the image of a father that he had already done in his daughter's mind.

Regardless of any new violent disturbances during the three months, Roselyn still despised her father believe it was his sick moral code that twisted him into the atrocities. Her thoughts on the dwarf however...

Volgor and Tiro both felt guilt, depression, and shame. Both had been used by the dwarf, now they had to live with it.

Tiro gripped his journal tightly, breathing heavily he opened it quickly.

Edward was still writing to him.

This message came from a future Edward.

He broke my arm, face and foot. Now all I can do is sit here and think... Hopefully I won't loose my mind in this coma.

Tiro began to write with the faint flicker of his bedside candle provided light.

"I'm here Larak."

Already lost my mind it seems.

"You and me both, well... I just received it back like an old beaten piece of shit..."

Guessing that's you Tiro? Wrote Edward in his future thoughts.

Volgor came into Tiro's room, it was now sunrise as Tiro never wrote back having fallen asleep crying.

"We need to talk."

The crusty eyed elf rolled over to look at Volgor, bringing his left hand to block the sun from outside. "Of what is the subject?" Inquired Tiro.

"Our bloodline..." Volgor spoke sternly.

"The two half elves and the runt every human and Dracon wishes to forget." He was talking about himself.

"General slayer..." Tiro whispered after a pause, his gaze had slowly turned to his black cloth concealing the sun rays through his window.

"We've all done horrible things."

"And more always to come." Tiro was favoring the grim tone.

Volgor pulled a pair of padded leather gloves from a satchel strapped around his duster outfit. "Let us spar and chanel all of this hindering emotion." Speaking in an excited tone, which admittedly got to the grim Tiro Dracon.

Tiro rolled his shoulders, leaning all the way back on his right leg to stretch his left calf. Volgor sat with his legs crossed; meditating.

Both father and son had gold skin and leather padded gloves. Orcs of all colors, roamed to watch the fight, even Gralkar from afar. Roselyn nowhere to be seen, which seemed to hurt Tiro a bit.

'But hey channeling my emotions is better than dwelling...' Tiro thought as he let his anger consume him, he charged at his sitting father.

Volgor's eyes remained closed as he could hear Tiro's rushed advance and unbalanced footsteps, it made him smile.

Placing his left hand down flat against the dry ground and twisting his body in the same motion he lifted up his right leg. His body being used as a whip as Volgor's toes slammed into Tiro's chin as he neared range. Then jumping to his feet he prepared for a response.