10-15-2015, 09:03 PM
I am iron and I forge myself
Had Erebor shown even an iota of disrespect, she might have kept him. Luckily for him (or unluckily, depending on who thinks about it), he neatly avoided giving the Chamber a reason to go to war. If Gryffen had his druthers, Lagertha is sure they would have been knocking at their door long ago, clamoring for Anguisette back. Lagertha would have stood in their way then, and she certainly would do the same now. No one knows it, but she does have a secret affinity for children. Unfortunately for her, that affinity doesn’t always translate into being a good parent, especially for boys.
If Sette could turn out the way Erebor turned out, Lagertha would go to war over her to. Rhy was right in her council and her meaningful stares. That’s what she’s there for, and she does a damn good job.
The horned Khaleesi stays vigilant for a couple of days after Erebor departs, but lets the rest of the guards return to their normal activities after a week or so, leaving just her to do some extra rounds. She’ll ask them to double again in a month or so, but until then, life as usual. Her eyes are not trained to the sky, so she doesn’t immediately notice the vine-wrought bird weaving through the canopy until it calls out to her, a harsh dissonance against the other noises of the Jungle. Her ears fly back against her skull and instinctively, she lowers her horns. Lagertha freezes and listens, and there is… nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until the plant raven comes closer and a feminine voice comes out of its beak.
Those fucking magicians and their fucking voices! At least this one wasn’t planted in her head, but it still takes her back to when Eight came a-calling. So is it a trap? She’d just given Straia her son back, and after he spoke of innocents, would the Chamber Queen really go back on her word and risk the wrath of at least the Jungle and the Dale, and probably the (negligible) Falls? Probably not. And Lagertha’s reputation on and off the battlefield is nothing to sneeze at. Add in her personal arsenal (which she imagines Straia doesn’t know about, as she hasn’t used her abilities recently), and if they keep within a certain distance of the trees, Lagertha finally comes to the conclusion that if it is some sort of trap, she will be ok.
You don’t get to be General without weighing all your options and keeping an exit strategy available.
Would she join Straia? Yes, yes she will. Lagertha gives a curt nod to the raven and follows it to the border, stepping out of the protection of the overgrowth without of a hint of her previous reluctance. This is a meeting of equals. It could be a very… interesting conversation and a potential turning point. When there is no horse waiting for her, she turns her gaze to the smaller, less dense smattering of trees that precede the wall of greenery. Of course, she’s probably in raven form. Her women would not hurt her, even if she were to arrive in horse form and with full fanfare.
No, Straia is safe and Lagertha is sure in her confidence that she could take on anything they could throw that her. So with boldness in her blood, the iron lady calls out to the empty air, “Straia. How unexpected.” It is. There’s no use hiding it. Nevertheless, Lagertha’s here, and willing to talk. Rhy would be so proud of her.
If Sette could turn out the way Erebor turned out, Lagertha would go to war over her to. Rhy was right in her council and her meaningful stares. That’s what she’s there for, and she does a damn good job.
The horned Khaleesi stays vigilant for a couple of days after Erebor departs, but lets the rest of the guards return to their normal activities after a week or so, leaving just her to do some extra rounds. She’ll ask them to double again in a month or so, but until then, life as usual. Her eyes are not trained to the sky, so she doesn’t immediately notice the vine-wrought bird weaving through the canopy until it calls out to her, a harsh dissonance against the other noises of the Jungle. Her ears fly back against her skull and instinctively, she lowers her horns. Lagertha freezes and listens, and there is… nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until the plant raven comes closer and a feminine voice comes out of its beak.
Those fucking magicians and their fucking voices! At least this one wasn’t planted in her head, but it still takes her back to when Eight came a-calling. So is it a trap? She’d just given Straia her son back, and after he spoke of innocents, would the Chamber Queen really go back on her word and risk the wrath of at least the Jungle and the Dale, and probably the (negligible) Falls? Probably not. And Lagertha’s reputation on and off the battlefield is nothing to sneeze at. Add in her personal arsenal (which she imagines Straia doesn’t know about, as she hasn’t used her abilities recently), and if they keep within a certain distance of the trees, Lagertha finally comes to the conclusion that if it is some sort of trap, she will be ok.
You don’t get to be General without weighing all your options and keeping an exit strategy available.
Would she join Straia? Yes, yes she will. Lagertha gives a curt nod to the raven and follows it to the border, stepping out of the protection of the overgrowth without of a hint of her previous reluctance. This is a meeting of equals. It could be a very… interesting conversation and a potential turning point. When there is no horse waiting for her, she turns her gaze to the smaller, less dense smattering of trees that precede the wall of greenery. Of course, she’s probably in raven form. Her women would not hurt her, even if she were to arrive in horse form and with full fanfare.
No, Straia is safe and Lagertha is sure in her confidence that she could take on anything they could throw that her. So with boldness in her blood, the iron lady calls out to the empty air, “Straia. How unexpected.” It is. There’s no use hiding it. Nevertheless, Lagertha’s here, and willing to talk. Rhy would be so proud of her.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons