| As the dawn rose among the cold inhabidence of the Tyrusin continent, deep underground, under the city of Xol were two dark figures talking. The first dark figure tall and big stood up and spoke. "So it will be tonight, when the party to honor the winner of the tournament of Might serves the food we shall put enough poison to kill Xol and put an end to his rule. Yes! I am so tired of Xol's rule! He has ruled too long for an atriarch! I shall see for it that he nor his family shall ever even think of being atriarch. But it shall be me! I shall make it so that all bow down before me! Under m.. Then the other tyrusin interupted You? Ha! You think you shall rule? I am the one that shall become atriarch!!!!! How dare you say you shall be! Then the tall Tyrusin took out a small bladed weapon and stabbed it into his partners head. I will do this by my self! I will take all for my own. I dont need your services anymore. And so he planned all night and day for 5 days. Finaly the party came. Xol stood up and spoke, We are here to celebrate the winner of the tournament! One of the most honorable, strong, and loyal Warrior i have ever met. He deserves a great welcome! I raise my drink to The Champion! All cheered for the great champion and after hours of story telling, chatting, and drink came the great feast! Meanwhile in the kitchen the assasin was preparing the Special Elixer for the champion and Xol to toast to. Only the most honored drank this special drink. He then put a poison smuggled in by an evil cavalon scientist, The poison makes the victim slowly die painfully and horrible, each day worse and worse, and the last day the most agonizing they usually kill themselves before they reach it. He added the poison in and served it to Xol and the champion. Xol then spoke again As this royal wine is served to the ones that we honor most, but today i wish to honor someone that is never honored for his great food or his making of this wine, The chef of our town. Drink up chef and let us all honor the Champion as with you!. what irony Well the assassin knew if he drank it Xol would definetly so he drank every drop and cheered. Great! Now we shall toast the champion! Right then the murderer yelled out it was poisoned and he needed the cure and explained what happened. As everyone gasped in shock Xol spoke again Well a criminal we have amung us....Champion go find the cure for him. The champion was shocked at Xol's response but went off to find it. Then his advisor spoke, "Xol why not let him die in his own agony? Xol responded, It is called mercy. Everyone cheered at Xol's Answer. From then on mercy was one of the great honors that the Tyrusin used. |