Ebrahim's spirit turns to face Zyvian as she translates. "Yes, that is fine. I appreciate the company."
When she finishes the question, he almost seems to sigh. "I explained it to Theron a long time ago. I did not use her. Rothe was in the tavern, and I was angry. It must have been obvious, because Rowan asked me if I wanted her to kill him, and I said yes, please. He should have never been allowed to live as long as he did. All I did was answer truthfully. She attempted to kill him of her own will." After he finishes, he pauses, then adds. "I am speaking truthfully."
"Yes you told Theron, but I can to hear the answer from you not second hand"
"But my question was why did you use her? Why allow her to do it, you are or were not a dumb man, you could have not let her take on the burden but you did and when she failed, as you had to know she would, you condemned her for it. I am not here to hold a trial for your crimes, it is a little late now for that, I just want to understand why you choose a dark path and what broke you so much."
Taking a breath to collect himself after realizing he had gotten louder than intended, Kordruk would begin again, "Why did you not stop her from what is a dark path? Why did you not see the evil that it was to allow her to be your weapon when there are so many weapons to choose from in the town. There are so many that wanted Rothe dead why not choose one of them?" The dwarf would sit back and wait for an answer.
Another ghostly sigh. "I did not know what would happen. She asked, and I answered. There is nothing dark or evil about death, and she made the choice herself. I was disappointed that she failed, yes, because everyone else who tried, including myself, had failed, and I continued to have hope. Rothe was evil, not me. I was trying to help everyone."
With a sigh the dwarf would hang his head, "Then let us talk about Katesh, You drugged her and led her down your twisted path as well. Why did you not let her live a life free of you and your plans. She is also a victim of this place and a broken soul, that you broke further and tried to use for your ends. How do you explain that one, Ebrahim?"
Torben opens an eye and observes the Knights speaking to the empty air before letting out an angry huff as he stands with the aid of his greataxe. He shuffles towards the kitchen but stops just before entering the back area of the Smoking Boar. “Because Kordruck, if you are speaking with Ebrahim, which I assume you are, he clearly does not understand the concept of evil. If he did, the town would not be in the state it is, our brothers and sisters would not have left their lifeblood amongst the sand, and Baph would still be here. If he understood evil, he’d have halted his actions. He’d not have put innocents in harm’s way."
Torben stands straighter, the strength of his anger seeping into his wounded leg, his voice growing louder.
"If he had the smallest, faintest, infinitesimal glimpse of what evil was, he would not have harmed Katesh, someone who has endured so much in their life and one of the few souls that actually care for him. But he chose to do so regardless. In his vain existence, in the empty chasm where his soul and conscience should dwell, these decisions were made. So either he cannot fathom of what evil is or he fully understands and you are not in the presence of a good spirit but a profoundly wicked one. Regardless, in life or death, he is welcome in my presence no longer.”
Torben stumbles through the door to the kitchen, turning his anger on his errant drink. "ALE!" he demands as his voice begins to be muffled by the commotion in the back of The Boar.
Kannoth absent-mindedly sips the froth from the mug, shifting his eyes to make note of Torben's shifting movement and demeanor. While he couldn't overhear Kodrick's discussion, he didn't hide his overt nosiness.
As soon as Zyvian brings up Katesh, Ebrahim shouts, a silent scream "I would never harm Katesh! I gave her medicine! I kept her safe! I'm the only one who helped her when Rothe and Thorniir scarred her! I'm the only one who tried to make them answer for it! I locked her in the grove because she was the only one worth saving!" His ghostly face twists, almost as if he was crying as the sudden wave of anger leaves, and his voice returns to a near whisper. "I never hurt her."
Knowing that he had found a sore spot Kordruk would lean in to where the spirit sits.
"You did more harm to her than anyone else ever could, you did not let her recover from the events, you took advantage of her mental state, you used her like a pawn in a game of chess, something that could be sacrificed. You took advantage of her weak state of mind, how the trauma in her life."
Kordruk would take a second to check on Zyvian, making sure she was up for this to continue. With a simple nob she lets him know that she can keep going. "Ebrahim, you speak to Thorniir and what he did to Katesh, a crime that must be answered for I agree, but a few moons ago you tried to poison him and managed to poison Wren. I am going to say that you only lived since that night because others forbid me from killing you. I was going to come to you in the middle of town and remove you personally, not send a broken soul to fight my battle for me." Taking a breath and letting Zyvian translate to the ghost, "But my personal feelings are not what matter here, what matters is that you were willing to let her die form your poison and not save her or even admit to the poison. Was it worth her life to make a poorly planned attempt of Thorniir's life? Was she just another thing you were willing to use up and throw away in your quest for revenge or what ever you were seeking?"
Katesh, still clearing away the last remnants of Aleena’s wrath, bristles when her name comes up. “I’m not some besotted idiot, Kordruk. Whatever else you want to blame him for, Ebrahim never ‘led’ me anywhere. He only ever walked beside me.”
"I am sorry if you took my words as an attack Katesh, they were not meant that way. I merely worry that his influence was not the best for you. He seems to have not had your best interest at heart, but that could be merely what it looked like from the outside. I would have thought that not constantly facing things that had so attacked you would have been a better course so that you could recover mentally for the attacks. Will you please accept my deepest apologies if I am wrong about things?"
The spirit barely seems to register Zyvian's words. "I didn't harm her! I helped her recover! No one else cared!" He begins pacing back and force in a small area. "You never cared about her! You never tried to understand! You all let this happen! You would have let Rothe kill her!"
"You have no idea about what I care about Ebrahim. I care about Katesh, I care about Wren, I care about Rowan, I care about Kannoth and Torben. I cared about Baph may his soul find peace where ever it may be."
" I am trying to understand now, I am asking you questions and letting you try and explain your actions."
"As for letting Rothe kill her, I am not the one that let her go after him repeatedly while thinking he was going to kill her. If you truly though that Rothe was going to kill her then why did you let her go and if you did not think we was going to kill her then why are you accusing me of that now?"
"I know that you want to see things one way, and I want to see them from your point of view so I can understand, but you are not doing a good job of explaining it to me."
Silas enters through the backdoor, as he always had. Stumbling, he finds the nearest chair and sits, staying as silent as he was when he first entered the lands. He watched the others as they performed their rituals, unknowing whom they had been speaking to. The news of what had transpired still seemingly echoed through his mind. Silas took out his water skin and poured the wine he brought into a cup and just began to drink as he watched everyone else. Every now and again a sniffle could be heard from behind his feathery mask.
“”Let’ me...?” Katesh mutters, puzzled. “Kordruk, he BEGGED me not to fight Rothe! Baph had to tackle him to keep him from jumping into the duel himself!”
Kannoth frowns sadly at Katesh's mention of Baph. He mutters something about how "The one who is fallen had now fell at the fallout of a friend he earlier helped."
He shakes his face, and with it the look, and returns to sipping beer suds.
Turning around to face Katesh, "Yes I saw him get tackled by Baph. I also, saw you fight Rothe a number of times and not dying even once. My issue is with the idea that he was the only one that cared about you or your safety, which is flat untrue. Katesh, you and I do not know each other well and thus I do not feel it was my place to stop you from taking actions, but since he wants to make that accusation that I did not do enough to protect you, I am going to ask him to defend the statement. Again I am sorry that you have to hear this line of questions, but everything I am saying is what I have seen with my own eyes. I will not speak of you again with Ebrahim and if you wish to have words later I will be at your request, if you wish to strike me for my words I will take the blow with all humility and will not resist or strike you back."
Turning back to Ebrahim or at least where Kordruk thinks he is, "Sorry, but Katesh will not longer be our topic, as she disagrees with my thoughts on the matter and I am going to show her the respect she deserves and move on."
"Tell me about the night Wren was poisoned, I am trying to listen and understand."
Ebrahim's spirit takes another couple ghostly breaths. "I was trying to end Rothe's life when Wren, Thorniir, and Torrin stopped me, my brother, and all the others who attempted. They defended him. I had poisoned myself with a salve on my hand and was willing to die to see him sent to Noktal. Thorniir was just as guilty, and I attempted to poison him since I could not get to Rothe, and I did not have much time. Torrin touched my hand to attempt to prove it was safe, and Wren unknowingly forced me to wipe the poison on a scarf that she took back and touched. I never planned to harm them, but they insisted on protecting Rothe, and I was too ill myself to help them when the poison took effect."
"Thank you for explaining your side of that night, I had not heard it and it does bring more light to events."
"ow for the big one, why did you bring a troll to town? Did you think that everyone need to die or was this your attempt to make town come together against a common foe, yourself, and learn to fight together? Go on I will again listen and try to understand, but do keep in mind that Zy was put in danger by your actions and thus I will be less than receptive to word games."
The spirit sits down, crossing his legs and looking at Zyvian.
"Too many people did too many things that helped the Drow that it did not make sense that they were not doing it intentionally. And everyone else defended them. I just wanted to help everyone who came after us. I wanted to get rid of those people, the wicked people that Noktal asked for. I wanted everyone else to be safer, and I couldn't do it myself. I... I just wanted the voice to be quieter."
Ebrahim's spirit turns to face Zyvian as she translates. "Yes, that is fine. I appreciate the company."
When she finishes the question, he almost seems to sigh. "I explained it to Theron a long time ago. I did not use her. Rothe was in the tavern, and I was angry. It must have been obvious, because Rowan asked me if I wanted her to kill him, and I said yes, please. He should have never been allowed to live as long as he did. All I did was answer truthfully. She attempted to kill him of her own will." After he finishes, he pauses, then adds. "I am speaking truthfully."
"Yes you told Theron, but I can to hear the answer from you not second hand"
"But my question was why did you use her? Why allow her to do it, you are or were not a dumb man, you could have not let her take on the burden but you did and when she failed, as you had to know she would, you condemned her for it. I am not here to hold a trial for your crimes, it is a little late now for that, I just want to understand why you choose a dark path and what broke you so much."
Taking a breath to collect himself after realizing he had gotten louder than intended, Kordruk would begin again, "Why did you not stop her from what is a dark path? Why did you not see the evil that it was to allow her to be your weapon when there are so many weapons to choose from in the town. There are so many that wanted Rothe dead why not choose one of them?" The dwarf would sit back and wait for an answer.
Another ghostly sigh. "I did not know what would happen. She asked, and I answered. There is nothing dark or evil about death, and she made the choice herself. I was disappointed that she failed, yes, because everyone else who tried, including myself, had failed, and I continued to have hope. Rothe was evil, not me. I was trying to help everyone."
With a sigh the dwarf would hang his head, "Then let us talk about Katesh, You drugged her and led her down your twisted path as well. Why did you not let her live a life free of you and your plans. She is also a victim of this place and a broken soul, that you broke further and tried to use for your ends. How do you explain that one, Ebrahim?"
Torben opens an eye and observes the Knights speaking to the empty air before letting out an angry huff as he stands with the aid of his greataxe. He shuffles towards the kitchen but stops just before entering the back area of the Smoking Boar. “Because Kordruck, if you are speaking with Ebrahim, which I assume you are, he clearly does not understand the concept of evil. If he did, the town would not be in the state it is, our brothers and sisters would not have left their lifeblood amongst the sand, and Baph would still be here. If he understood evil, he’d have halted his actions. He’d not have put innocents in harm’s way." Torben stands straighter, the strength of his anger seeping into his wounded leg, his voice growing louder. "If he had the smallest, faintest, infinitesimal glimpse of what evil was, he would not have harmed Katesh, someone who has endured so much in their life and one of the few souls that actually care for him. But he chose to do so regardless. In his vain existence, in the empty chasm where his soul and conscience should dwell, these decisions were made. So either he cannot fathom of what evil is or he fully understands and you are not in the presence of a good spirit but a profoundly wicked one. Regardless, in life or death, he is welcome in my presence no longer.” Torben stumbles through the door to the kitchen, turning his anger on his errant drink. "ALE!" he demands as his voice begins to be muffled by the commotion in the back of The Boar.
Kannoth absent-mindedly sips the froth from the mug, shifting his eyes to make note of Torben's shifting movement and demeanor. While he couldn't overhear Kodrick's discussion, he didn't hide his overt nosiness.
As soon as Zyvian brings up Katesh, Ebrahim shouts, a silent scream "I would never harm Katesh! I gave her medicine! I kept her safe! I'm the only one who helped her when Rothe and Thorniir scarred her! I'm the only one who tried to make them answer for it! I locked her in the grove because she was the only one worth saving!" His ghostly face twists, almost as if he was crying as the sudden wave of anger leaves, and his voice returns to a near whisper. "I never hurt her."
Knowing that he had found a sore spot Kordruk would lean in to where the spirit sits.
"You did more harm to her than anyone else ever could, you did not let her recover from the events, you took advantage of her mental state, you used her like a pawn in a game of chess, something that could be sacrificed. You took advantage of her weak state of mind, how the trauma in her life."
Kordruk would take a second to check on Zyvian, making sure she was up for this to continue. With a simple nob she lets him know that she can keep going. "Ebrahim, you speak to Thorniir and what he did to Katesh, a crime that must be answered for I agree, but a few moons ago you tried to poison him and managed to poison Wren. I am going to say that you only lived since that night because others forbid me from killing you. I was going to come to you in the middle of town and remove you personally, not send a broken soul to fight my battle for me." Taking a breath and letting Zyvian translate to the ghost, "But my personal feelings are not what matter here, what matters is that you were willing to let her die form your poison and not save her or even admit to the poison. Was it worth her life to make a poorly planned attempt of Thorniir's life? Was she just another thing you were willing to use up and throw away in your quest for revenge or what ever you were seeking?"
Katesh, still clearing away the last remnants of Aleena’s wrath, bristles when her name comes up. “I’m not some besotted idiot, Kordruk. Whatever else you want to blame him for, Ebrahim never ‘led’ me anywhere. He only ever walked beside me.”
"I am sorry if you took my words as an attack Katesh, they were not meant that way. I merely worry that his influence was not the best for you. He seems to have not had your best interest at heart, but that could be merely what it looked like from the outside. I would have thought that not constantly facing things that had so attacked you would have been a better course so that you could recover mentally for the attacks. Will you please accept my deepest apologies if I am wrong about things?"
The spirit barely seems to register Zyvian's words. "I didn't harm her! I helped her recover! No one else cared!" He begins pacing back and force in a small area. "You never cared about her! You never tried to understand! You all let this happen! You would have let Rothe kill her!"
"You have no idea about what I care about Ebrahim. I care about Katesh, I care about Wren, I care about Rowan, I care about Kannoth and Torben. I cared about Baph may his soul find peace where ever it may be."
" I am trying to understand now, I am asking you questions and letting you try and explain your actions."
"As for letting Rothe kill her, I am not the one that let her go after him repeatedly while thinking he was going to kill her. If you truly though that Rothe was going to kill her then why did you let her go and if you did not think we was going to kill her then why are you accusing me of that now?"
"I know that you want to see things one way, and I want to see them from your point of view so I can understand, but you are not doing a good job of explaining it to me."
Silas enters through the backdoor, as he always had. Stumbling, he finds the nearest chair and sits, staying as silent as he was when he first entered the lands. He watched the others as they performed their rituals, unknowing whom they had been speaking to. The news of what had transpired still seemingly echoed through his mind. Silas took out his water skin and poured the wine he brought into a cup and just began to drink as he watched everyone else. Every now and again a sniffle could be heard from behind his feathery mask.
“”Let’ me...?” Katesh mutters, puzzled. “Kordruk, he BEGGED me not to fight Rothe! Baph had to tackle him to keep him from jumping into the duel himself!”
Kannoth frowns sadly at Katesh's mention of Baph. He mutters something about how "The one who is fallen had now fell at the fallout of a friend he earlier helped." He shakes his face, and with it the look, and returns to sipping beer suds.
The ghost takes what might have once been deep breathes, trying to control their emotions. "You don't understand, and you aren't listening."
Turning around to face Katesh, "Yes I saw him get tackled by Baph. I also, saw you fight Rothe a number of times and not dying even once. My issue is with the idea that he was the only one that cared about you or your safety, which is flat untrue. Katesh, you and I do not know each other well and thus I do not feel it was my place to stop you from taking actions, but since he wants to make that accusation that I did not do enough to protect you, I am going to ask him to defend the statement. Again I am sorry that you have to hear this line of questions, but everything I am saying is what I have seen with my own eyes. I will not speak of you again with Ebrahim and if you wish to have words later I will be at your request, if you wish to strike me for my words I will take the blow with all humility and will not resist or strike you back."
Turning back to Ebrahim or at least where Kordruk thinks he is, "Sorry, but Katesh will not longer be our topic, as she disagrees with my thoughts on the matter and I am going to show her the respect she deserves and move on."
"Tell me about the night Wren was poisoned, I am trying to listen and understand."
Ebrahim's spirit takes another couple ghostly breaths. "I was trying to end Rothe's life when Wren, Thorniir, and Torrin stopped me, my brother, and all the others who attempted. They defended him. I had poisoned myself with a salve on my hand and was willing to die to see him sent to Noktal. Thorniir was just as guilty, and I attempted to poison him since I could not get to Rothe, and I did not have much time. Torrin touched my hand to attempt to prove it was safe, and Wren unknowingly forced me to wipe the poison on a scarf that she took back and touched. I never planned to harm them, but they insisted on protecting Rothe, and I was too ill myself to help them when the poison took effect."
"Thank you for explaining your side of that night, I had not heard it and it does bring more light to events."
"ow for the big one, why did you bring a troll to town? Did you think that everyone need to die or was this your attempt to make town come together against a common foe, yourself, and learn to fight together? Go on I will again listen and try to understand, but do keep in mind that Zy was put in danger by your actions and thus I will be less than receptive to word games."
"I don't like word games. I don't like lying."
The spirit sits down, crossing his legs and looking at Zyvian.
"Too many people did too many things that helped the Drow that it did not make sense that they were not doing it intentionally. And everyone else defended them. I just wanted to help everyone who came after us. I wanted to get rid of those people, the wicked people that Noktal asked for. I wanted everyone else to be safer, and I couldn't do it myself. I... I just wanted the voice to be quieter."