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[August 15, 2008][Original] Jiiru's Reasons
Title: Jiiru's Reasons
Day/Theme: Aug. 15, 2008 "As I break this chair..."
Series: Original (Messina)
Character/Pairing: Jiiru, Horgan
Rating: PG
"General, if you don't mind my asking," Horgan spoke up, "Why are you so obsessed with conquering this particular swath of territory? I know Kansa is in it for the king's sake and perhaps to receive the necessary accolades to marry a princess, and Miomar is in it for the spoils and his anti-Cambrian agenda, but what brought you this far in the troubles with Messina?"
"Fine questions, Horgan," Jiiru chuckled, "Hoping to follow in my footsteps, are you?"
"Hopefully not, Sir," the ruddy-faced captain replied, "With the best of luck, this campaign will be the one that pushes us past our best previous achievements and allows us to subjugate Messina forever." Horgan sighed dreamily, his eyes sparkling with unspoken dreams of the future.
"I like your attitude!" Jiiru encouraged his subordinate, "You're thin king like a good patriot! So, you want to know my story, well, I'll tell you. I don't know if you're old enough to recall when the border was at the Shabird, but that's where it was when I was growing up. My father was at the head of the settlement movement where we built towns close to Messina to keep an eye on them and discourage their heading back east. He was appointed mayor of our town and my family became quite well-established. The Messinans didn't stay back long through, they regrouped and burned down our town after twelve years and my father was forced to run back east with his family, losing all his worldly possession. The Pohscratt name has never recovered. My poor father was shunned by old friends and died of shame."
"What a story," Horgan agreed, looking at the general sympathetically. "A lot of people from the border region must feel the same as you do."
"It gets worse," Pohscratt growled, "My youngest sister, barely more than a baby, was lost in the fuss and smoke. And you know what the Messinans do with parent-less children? They take them back to the capital and raise them as goddess-worshippers and Messinans! My own poor sister is somewhere in Messina!" Jiiru slammed his fist n the rough wooden table, shaking the empty dishes.
"For shame!" Horgan echoed, brown-nosing a bit.
"It's those Holy Knights," Jiiru raged, "It's Alywin Leseuth-Kelyano! I want his head!"
Day/Theme: Aug. 15, 2008 "As I break this chair..."
Series: Original (Messina)
Character/Pairing: Jiiru, Horgan
Rating: PG
"General, if you don't mind my asking," Horgan spoke up, "Why are you so obsessed with conquering this particular swath of territory? I know Kansa is in it for the king's sake and perhaps to receive the necessary accolades to marry a princess, and Miomar is in it for the spoils and his anti-Cambrian agenda, but what brought you this far in the troubles with Messina?"
"Fine questions, Horgan," Jiiru chuckled, "Hoping to follow in my footsteps, are you?"
"Hopefully not, Sir," the ruddy-faced captain replied, "With the best of luck, this campaign will be the one that pushes us past our best previous achievements and allows us to subjugate Messina forever." Horgan sighed dreamily, his eyes sparkling with unspoken dreams of the future.
"I like your attitude!" Jiiru encouraged his subordinate, "You're thin king like a good patriot! So, you want to know my story, well, I'll tell you. I don't know if you're old enough to recall when the border was at the Shabird, but that's where it was when I was growing up. My father was at the head of the settlement movement where we built towns close to Messina to keep an eye on them and discourage their heading back east. He was appointed mayor of our town and my family became quite well-established. The Messinans didn't stay back long through, they regrouped and burned down our town after twelve years and my father was forced to run back east with his family, losing all his worldly possession. The Pohscratt name has never recovered. My poor father was shunned by old friends and died of shame."
"What a story," Horgan agreed, looking at the general sympathetically. "A lot of people from the border region must feel the same as you do."
"It gets worse," Pohscratt growled, "My youngest sister, barely more than a baby, was lost in the fuss and smoke. And you know what the Messinans do with parent-less children? They take them back to the capital and raise them as goddess-worshippers and Messinans! My own poor sister is somewhere in Messina!" Jiiru slammed his fist n the rough wooden table, shaking the empty dishes.
"For shame!" Horgan echoed, brown-nosing a bit.
"It's those Holy Knights," Jiiru raged, "It's Alywin Leseuth-Kelyano! I want his head!"