"In Harga death is a blessing cloaked from society. A secret soon seen by those who were once blinded by the false hope of love, life, and peace. Hope doesn't exist anymore. Like the king... We will all soon go mad under his rule. His thirst for pow...
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"You told me such lies? How bold of you!" Kalïgar laughed. Cleaning his sword well as he looked to his younger brother. His stern look never leaving him as Kalïgar placed his unique sword next to him and stud up as quickly as his brother stepped aside." Why lie? I'm very curious of why.." He said as he leaned in close. Eager to hear the reasoning for his brothers lie involving Daera. The secret that he had kept from him for the sake of keeping everyone from getting sick.
"I gave the boy a day off yes.. Ever since the day he collapsed his sickness had gotten oddly worse. He did however manage to completely clean the meeting room." He stated as he picked up his brothers sword. Examining it's hilt that seemingly merged into the blade. As if he were to hold the blade itself. It's dark look and skinny look proved lights high compared to his brothers mighty hammer that never disappointed him in battle.
"Oddly worse huh? How worse?" He asked.
"Fluctuations in nausea, constant vomiting, splitting headache. The slightest noise with him causes him immense pain." He said as he placed his brothers sword down." He suffers."
"Good..allow him to suffer.. Have you tried anything?" He asked Kałïki. Wishing to know more of the situation as he wiped his forehead free of sweat. The way his words mixed together gave Kałïki the intention that his brother was ecstatic for the boys sickly condition.
"Indeed I did.. Sadly no ounce of magic I hold seemed to even help the boy. This must be a battle the boy must face on his own.." He stated. Moving his hair back behind his shoulder before taking the handle to the door.
"The time is coming to greet those who pester us so." Kalïgar sneered as he tossed the cloth aside and stud. Throwing his arms up into a stretch as he yawned. A bruise on his forearm from the other night thanks to the impact and force he put into pinning Kałïki. Yet the mere sight of it didn't in the least phase him as he began to slip into his armor. Slowly pulling out his long, wavy, ashy grey hair from within the armor. Through the neck his hair revealed itself as Kałïki kept his arms crossed.
"I have some apparent duties to attend to my lord. I trust you are capable of keeping your hands free of blood while I'm tending to them." Uncrossing his arms as he once again took ahold of the knob to the door opening it as he looked back to his brother.
"Of corse. I'm no savage brother. I'm sadistic not murderous.." He said as he cracked a sarcastic smirk showing that he was joking about the statement he had just made about his personality all together as he pulled his boots on. As well as his gauntlets. Pulling out the red pendant that he had hung around his neck removing it as he eyed to almost in a loving manor." Don't worry.." He said to it as he looked to his sword. Sheathing it as soon as his hand met the blade." This will be quite the eventful day will it not?" He asked it. Yet the glow remained almost silent. No longer pulsating as it once did before." You were always the sleepy one.." He said as he put the pendent back around his neck.
