Explore The armor he's donned is chosen only because he feels it's better in terms of mobility and a fair balance for defense. He's not here to be a king, but he can't disregard the actions he felt necessary to take. It seemed wrong to sit back and let things play out. They were all a part of what was happening here, and Alfor wanted to do his part, especially for the good of the new paladins, for his daughter and their friends.
Perhaps his actions are reckless. One might say he wears the Red Paladin armor well, but then even before Keith had been chosen, Alfor had been. Still, it's almost a funny thing to consider that the young paladins he's found himself in the company of have had considerably more experience at it. But they'd also already just found two of their rank missing. He can't ask them to accompany him into already dangerous territory. He won't.
The Mother had promised her assistance in exchange for their's. This is also something Alfor feels he needs to fulfill in some form or another, and so it's with the group he finds going to a recently pinpointed area that he now finds himself. Although he tries not to let himself fall back or wander too far, there are things that draw his curiosity. The control room, for one. It seems standard operation to find information you need in such a place. His bayard disappears from his hand as Alfor approaches the console, studying it behind the visor of his red and white helmet. Then he begins to set to work.
Reflect: Protected It's been quiet and unnerving a trip further into the bowels of the facilities. But there are still things left undone, and Alfor goes with the others, preparing for the worst, hoping, perhaps naively, for the best. His bayard is in hand, unactivated but ready.
The glow is a curiosity, but before he can ponder it any further, he finds they're no longer alone. Eyes narrowing, he looks across at the Savrii intermediaries, the ones who have been responsible for everything. He does not raise his weapon immediately, but he does step forward, mouth opening as though to call out. But he isn't given the chance to say a thing.
Below, the light flares, and taking a step back, Alfor shields his eyes. Something's off. Something's wrong. His head swims, but as the brightness fades, it's still obvious to him that there's something at work. A spell of some kind? The Mother had warned them of the danger of intermediaries and their abilities. Even now however, it's difficult to figure out what's going on exactly. Figures around him seem out of focus, as though looking through a dirty glass. Are they comrades or the Savrii? He grips his bayard tighter, unwilling to put it to use, but at the moment he doesn't realize just how bad things could possibly be.
Choices They have done so much. They claim they had only done what they felt right, and yet no repentance touches their voices, no remorse for the pain they've caused.
And yet Alfor cannot agree that eliminating them is the answer. It is a difficult matter to be decided so abruptly, and he knows that his voice, his decision is only one amongst the many that he had accompanied here.
"Executing them will not change nor solve matters. It may not seem like they are willing to understand or capable of seeing how to do things differently, but if they can realize their wrongs, then that will benefit us all. But I know that will need time and work, and unless we can be certain that they won't abuse such abilities as they already have before, we run a great risk. ...and there is still the matter of deciding what will become of things for us in general...."
King Alfor | OTA
The armor he's donned is chosen only because he feels it's better in terms of mobility and a fair balance for defense. He's not here to be a king, but he can't disregard the actions he felt necessary to take. It seemed wrong to sit back and let things play out. They were all a part of what was happening here, and Alfor wanted to do his part, especially for the good of the new paladins, for his daughter and their friends.
Perhaps his actions are reckless. One might say he wears the Red Paladin armor well, but then even before Keith had been chosen, Alfor had been. Still, it's almost a funny thing to consider that the young paladins he's found himself in the company of have had considerably more experience at it. But they'd also already just found two of their rank missing. He can't ask them to accompany him into already dangerous territory. He won't.
The Mother had promised her assistance in exchange for their's. This is also something Alfor feels he needs to fulfill in some form or another, and so it's with the group he finds going to a recently pinpointed area that he now finds himself. Although he tries not to let himself fall back or wander too far, there are things that draw his curiosity. The control room, for one. It seems standard operation to find information you need in such a place. His bayard disappears from his hand as Alfor approaches the console, studying it behind the visor of his red and white helmet. Then he begins to set to work.
Reflect: Protected
It's been quiet and unnerving a trip further into the bowels of the facilities. But there are still things left undone, and Alfor goes with the others, preparing for the worst, hoping, perhaps naively, for the best. His bayard is in hand, unactivated but ready.
The glow is a curiosity, but before he can ponder it any further, he finds they're no longer alone. Eyes narrowing, he looks across at the Savrii intermediaries, the ones who have been responsible for everything. He does not raise his weapon immediately, but he does step forward, mouth opening as though to call out. But he isn't given the chance to say a thing.
Below, the light flares, and taking a step back, Alfor shields his eyes. Something's off. Something's wrong. His head swims, but as the brightness fades, it's still obvious to him that there's something at work. A spell of some kind? The Mother had warned them of the danger of intermediaries and their abilities. Even now however, it's difficult to figure out what's going on exactly. Figures around him seem out of focus, as though looking through a dirty glass. Are they comrades or the Savrii? He grips his bayard tighter, unwilling to put it to use, but at the moment he doesn't realize just how bad things could possibly be.
Choices
They have done so much. They claim they had only done what they felt right, and yet no repentance touches their voices, no remorse for the pain they've caused.
And yet Alfor cannot agree that eliminating them is the answer. It is a difficult matter to be decided so abruptly, and he knows that his voice, his decision is only one amongst the many that he had accompanied here.
"Executing them will not change nor solve matters. It may not seem like they are willing to understand or capable of seeing how to do things differently, but if they can realize their wrongs, then that will benefit us all. But I know that will need time and work, and unless we can be certain that they won't abuse such abilities as they already have before, we run a great risk. ...and there is still the matter of deciding what will become of things for us in general...."