They followed the call, winding and dedicating their travels to the mercy of the Tallsun splendor, coaxed and cajoled by the thunderous demands of a new King. In truth, the nymph didn’t know what to think or prosper from the rise of their General, the fall of their Lady. Too silent, too reticent, too stoic and reclusive, she’d never been truly in the presence or mindset of the Reaper’s maelstroms and upheavals, chaotic enthrallments or malicious yearnings – but she’d known of his dedication, his loyalty, his strength and deadly art. How else could he have come into such a role? The Basin, with all its beauty, with all its majesty, with all its wild, vivid spirits, could not be tamed by poison and treachery alone, and as she drifted into the mouths of cataclysms, the distorted resonance of anger and hostility, the sylph and kitsune chose to say nothing at all of the incident. Even as the GildedBlade tore into Deimos’s command, even as Arah offered her support, she remained silent, a nymph ghosting and gliding into the chamber of the valley. Instead of voicing anything, she wondered and prayed. With the nefarious demon in charge, what was to become of them? Would they be led down the road of war again, after this time of peace had passed? Would they entomb their legacies into oubliettes and dungeons, crypts and catacombs, feasting on the ides of their enemies? Would they be laced and woven into their villainous splendor over and over, rolling into the tides of damnation? Would she acquiesce to her charge once more, sing and enthrall into her heart burst from the laments, sonnets and requiems? Would they ever claim the victory they sought? Would they ever emerge from the bulrushes of treachery and deceit, covet the ambitious claims they’d so longed for? And when, after the storm settled, would it all end? Lena</style> |
[OPEN] Be bloody, bold and resolute [Herd Meeting]
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