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Author Topic: Does The Lion Inside Of You Sleep?  (Read 316 times)

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Offline Vengeance Elessar

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Does The Lion Inside Of You Sleep?
« on: Jan 04, 19, 01:44:05 PM »
Her courier duties were complete and Vengeance was on her way back to Glory Glade to continue her duties as warrior and guard. She did not rush back to that forest, however. She, instead, took a leisurely pace upon her horse through the woodland paths back to her destination, taking those hours and days to reflect.

Since the attack upon the Black Castle, it seemed as though Vengeance did little more than that – reflect.

Her cousin, Tempest, had led them to Glory Glade, to route the Brood incursion there, but there had hardly been a whisper of the monsters since their squad had arrived. Restless, Vengeance found herself doubling down on practicing, testing out new techniques and keeping her skills sharp. But practice only went so far in smoothing away that itch for battle, that craving for blood. And while the sex with Sparrow satiated her on some levels, there were other facets of Vengeance that were left wanting.

It was nearing sunset. Vengeance knew that Celarith was not far ahead on the path and decided to stay the night there. As she approached the perimeter of the city, she hailed the Red Cloak and Ebon Guard protectors, seen and unseen, introducing herself with a simple, “Vengeance Elessar, of the Omega Company, traveling through to Glory Glade and seeking shelter for the night.” She did not miss a few of the surprised looks of recognition. Vengeance had a carved a bloody reputation for herself and, even without her warpaint on, she still held herself like the force of nature that she was.

Her mount was handed over to another’s care and she was shown simple quarters within the barracks for her night’s stay. After instructions regarding routine and where to find sustenance, Vengeance took a moment to mostly disarm herself, deciding to rely on others for more of her safety that night in favor of indulging herself in the hospitality of the Court there. Perhaps she would share stories and gather news from the Red Cloaks stationed here. Something to occupy her restless mind.

She was unstrapping her wrist guards when a knock sounded on her doorframe. She turned to see a younger witch, her scarlet cloak shiny and untested, looking at her expectantly. “You are requested,” the witch said. “By Prince Ancalima. He wishes to welcome you.”

Vengeance returned to her armaments but replied, “I will attend to him shortly.” She heard the whispering footfalls of the recruit leaving. A few moments later, Vengeance began making her way towards the Court estate. After a brief inquiry, she was directed towards his location.

She knew very little about Prince Ancalima, aside from his ranking in the Court. But one other tidbit she knew was that his daughter was Virtuosa, a fierce Queen that Vengeance longed to meet, perhaps even test in battle. How did that work, a Queen fighting? The glory of it, Vengeance could only imagine. Queens, being the heart of Blood society, never joined combat, but they were the fiercest of the fighters because they had the most to lose. This duality had to be beautiful and terrible to behold. Unfortunately, Queens were not allowed to unleash that aspect of themselves.

Vengeance made note to ask Prince Ancalima how he felt about that.

Offline Ardent Ancalima

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Re: Does The Lion Inside Of You Sleep?
« Reply #1 on: Feb 04, 19, 11:33:36 PM »
Sometimes Ardent missed the Ebon Guard and all that it had offered to him. It meant that he particularly enjoyed the conversations that came from his daughter and Queen, Virtuosa, when she returned from her missions further south. Today, however, it seemed as if Ardent might have someone else to speak with.

Vengeance Elessar had a reputation, a bloody one that both followed and cut a path before her all the same. She held no love for the Brood, had struck down many of them, and was a Shieldwoman of more than a little renown. So when he heard that she was within the city, he sent a runner for her.

It was within a small sitting room, one that seemed to be styled as if it could be within the forest with all the greenery within it, that the witch found Ardent within.

"Shieldwoman Elessar," greeted Ardent, rising to stand as she entered the room. He carried himself well, despite his age, and moved as if he were still a man within the Ebon Guard for all the years it had been. Had he still been part of the Ebon Guard their ranks would have been comparable. It was no matter, his greeting proper as befitting both Protocol and Etiquette. (Save for his position as Consort, they were of the same standing in rank and jewel. So they were, in Ardent's mind, equals.)

"I thank you for joining me on such short notice." A gesture was made for her to sit down should she wish it. "Have you had time to eat yet? If not, I can have a meal brought for you." With that taken question taken care of, he moved along. Ardent was always straightforward and to the point.

Subterfuge had its place but not between warriors.

"I was hoping that we might discuss your recent experiences with the Brood and your insight into how the fight is going." Given the position of the city, how much the Brood were pushing of late, it was not entirely a surprise that the Prince wanted to hear of such things.

Offline Vengeance Elessar

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Re: Does The Lion Inside Of You Sleep?
« Reply #2 on: Feb 28, 19, 02:49:31 PM »
She arrived at a sitting room styled from entwined trees, as though a quiet little grove had been carved out of the forest just for this purpose. A table, some seating, nothing fancy. Vengeance instantly approved. Her gaze swept the room quickly, noting, as it always did in unfamiliar places, exits and ambush points, before settling firmly upon the Prince stepping forward to greet her.

Ardent was an older male, near leaving his prime, but he moved with a grace that came from years of military service. Time had only polished that, though Vengeance wondered if it had also slowed him down. “Prince Ancalima,” she returned his greeting evenly. When he motioned for her to sit, she did so. Disarmed physically, she forced herself to disarm mentally as well. This was not meant to be a difficult conversation. “Food that is not rations would be welcomed,” she told him, forcing a grateful smile on her face that was more a crinkling of her eyes rather than a turning of lips.

A fierce light entered her eyes when he asked if he could pick her brain over recent Brood activity. Her blood, forever heated from the attack upon the Black Castle, stirred, an old response to any older enemy. Her fingers itched to clench something -- her sword preferably -- but she willed them still.

Her time in Glory Glade and on the quiet road had only made her thirsty for a fight.

“After the attack upon the Black Castle, they retreated to their borders,” she said derisively. Cowards! “Whatever they came for, they got, and have not pushed nearly as boldly since.” A pity. Vengeance had gone to Glory Glade expecting a fight. None had come and now, revenge sat unquenched in her heart.

“But even from that attack we have learned things,” she said. “They are more organized now. More...intelligent.” Still half-crazed beasts, a shadow of their former Dea al Mon self, but powerful in other ways. “There is one that commands many,” she said. She pointed to her eye and then spread her hand over it. “They wear his mark, branded on their skin,” she explained, and then retracted her hand. “My guess is that the thralls are the captured from small raids and skirmishes.” But she had yet to engage him in battle and test the strength of his command.

Vengeance wrinkled her nose in a restrained snarl. “I do not like how they hide now. It gives off the feeling of...waiting. Waiting for something to happen,” she admitted. And what would it be then? What grander scheme did they have than to attack the capital of the Dea al Mon? What horrors were they plotting? “What of here? Any attacks?” she asked.

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Re: Does The Lion Inside Of You Sleep?
« Reply #3 on: Jul 02, 19, 04:18:09 PM »
"Rations are an acquired taste and one, I admit, I was quite glad to be rid of." As they always tasted not quite right. The Prince called for food, a full meal for the Shieldwoman before him and himself, and then turned his attention back to the topics at hand. When he saw the glint in her eyes, one he recognized far too well, he knew that the need to fight was strong within her.

Ardent rubbed at his jaw, contemplating what she had said and what was revealed. It aligned with what he had already heard and had reported back to him. None of it he liked. None of it boded well for the future. "I have not heard of such a Brood with a marking but I will keep my ear to the ground so to speak." Just in case someone heard something.

"We have not had attacks upon the city itself but there have been ..." He trailed off before he sighed and called it what it was. "Tests. Trying the edges, seeing where we are weak and not paying attention. As you said, they are more organized and their intelligence grows." Which was--at the end of the day--more concerning than their numbers. If their tactics improved, if they became something more than just mindless beasts that attacked over and over, then they would have to rework a great deal of strategy.

Not that that would be an issue for Ardent and those within the Esgarth Province Court but for others ... "Other than that, it's as you have said. Quiet, too quiet, and it gives the feeling of the calm before a great storm." Their conversation was briefly interrupted by a servant bringing in food for Prince and witch. Once it all spread out--a good selection of things to choose from, even if Vengeance had a particular taste for certain things--Ardent spoke once more.

"The only thing of note, aside from the occasional altercation, was that one of my daughter's friends was chased from Esgarth to Eddersea; to Glory Glade as I've been told." He shook his head. "It gives rise to concerns that they are perhaps beginning to fix upon individuals that might serve some nefarious purpose."

Offline Vengeance Elessar

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Re: Does The Lion Inside Of You Sleep?
« Reply #4 on: Jul 08, 19, 10:54:41 AM »
As Vengeance sat, listening to the Prince confirm her own suspicions about Brood activity, she felt that simmering brew of unrequited retribution churning within her, urging her to act. She slowly took a mindful breath – in through her nose, one, two, three, out through her slightly parted mouth, one, two, three – and again, until she felt it banked once more. As the servant arranged a fair spread of food, Vengeance nodded her thanks, waited for the servant to leave, and then began serving herself at Prince Ancalima’s motion.

As he spoke about how one of his daughter’s friends was chased from Esgarth to Eddersea, Vengeance paused, tilting her head to the side as she listened. “Chased?” she echoed softly. Her brow furrowed in deep thought. “To Glory Glade? When was this? And who?”

As much as it perturbed her, maybe even struck a note of jealousy for missing out on the action, it unnerved her more to hear what Prince Ancalima said next: that maybe the Brood were beginning to fixate on individuals that might serve purpose.

Immediately, Vengeance thought of her cousin, Tempest, who was a Sapphire Jeweled Priestess. Priestesses in the Territory were rare and for Tempest to be both Priestess and Sapphire in rank painted a very large target on her. That she served as a Holy Matron and did not allow herself to be kept hidden away in an Altar somewhere would have been another point of concern to some but not Vengeance. Tempest was aptly named – a storm gathering to unleash its fury upon all in its path – and she would not be caged. She lacked Vengeance’s ruthlessness and recklessness but she was deadly just the same.

“If it is as you say…” Vengeance said softly, still piecing together her thoughts. “Then that would explain why they so rapidly retreated after breeching the Black Castle. They found what they wanted – a person – and left with their prize. But what other persons could they be after and why?”

Oddly, in that moment, Vengeance felt more concern towards her cousin Tempest than towards her lover Sparrow, who also wore the Sapphire, though it was not out of lack of care. Sparrow could handle herself as easily as Vengeance. Then, what about the Queen of Glory Glade? And what of Prince Ancalima’s own Queen daughter? Did the Court of the Dea al Mon have the same suspicions?

The food rested in her hands, forgotten for the moment, as she tried to think back to their last good battle and the tactics used then. There had to be a piece of the puzzle somewhere to be found that could answer these questions and allow the Dea al Mon to thwart the Brood further.