Post by farin on Jan 10, 2007 18:53:29 GMT -5
"I've had ENOUGH of this!" Farin curled his lip in a snarl and swept his hand across the table, as if pushing invisible enemies away. This was ridiculous! They all tiptoed around the real situation so carefully... was there NO ONE who would address it straight out?! Was there NO ONE who would give a damn and help him do something?
His anger was not well placed, since he, too, had been avoiding the real problem, the real issue, but he was too angry and too frustrated to even care. Something HAD to be done, NOW. And that was FINAL.
"Now look!" he said, in a more calm, but commanding, voice. He looked around the room, eyeing his advisors who had all but pressed themselves against the wall, probably painfully aware of the fact that execution was far from beyond Farin's power. "I need help. I know I like to play hero, but I'm not one. The problem is, this situation requires a hero - something no one in this room is. However." He straightened his back, lifted his chin, and stared at them evenly. "If we put our brains in a bowl and mix them all together, maybe we'll have half of a good hero's brain, and that might be enough. Yes?'
The advisors murmured in agreement - wether it be because they truly agreed or just wanted to make him happy, Farin would never know, but either way, they got to work.
Eventually, they decided that there was no easy way out of this.
Even more eventually, they decided that the best thing to do would be to strike back. If another attack like this happened, Arania might be wiped off the map for good. Previous (multiple) attempts at treaties were always fruitless and worsened the relationship between the two countries, and all other options seemed useless.
It was nearly five hours later that an exhausted Farin sat heavily down in his chair, sighed, and said, "Well then. Get the recuiting sites ready, then. We'll need one hell of an army for this to even begin to work."
"Yes, sir," the advisors had each replied, all sounding somewhat numb, and Farin was sure that he felt even more worried than before.
"That's that, then," he murmured, once they were gone, and stayed sitting in that chair for a long time afterwards.
His anger was not well placed, since he, too, had been avoiding the real problem, the real issue, but he was too angry and too frustrated to even care. Something HAD to be done, NOW. And that was FINAL.
"Now look!" he said, in a more calm, but commanding, voice. He looked around the room, eyeing his advisors who had all but pressed themselves against the wall, probably painfully aware of the fact that execution was far from beyond Farin's power. "I need help. I know I like to play hero, but I'm not one. The problem is, this situation requires a hero - something no one in this room is. However." He straightened his back, lifted his chin, and stared at them evenly. "If we put our brains in a bowl and mix them all together, maybe we'll have half of a good hero's brain, and that might be enough. Yes?'
The advisors murmured in agreement - wether it be because they truly agreed or just wanted to make him happy, Farin would never know, but either way, they got to work.
Eventually, they decided that there was no easy way out of this.
Even more eventually, they decided that the best thing to do would be to strike back. If another attack like this happened, Arania might be wiped off the map for good. Previous (multiple) attempts at treaties were always fruitless and worsened the relationship between the two countries, and all other options seemed useless.
It was nearly five hours later that an exhausted Farin sat heavily down in his chair, sighed, and said, "Well then. Get the recuiting sites ready, then. We'll need one hell of an army for this to even begin to work."
"Yes, sir," the advisors had each replied, all sounding somewhat numb, and Farin was sure that he felt even more worried than before.
"That's that, then," he murmured, once they were gone, and stayed sitting in that chair for a long time afterwards.