you were bringing on the end, you do so well -- Straia & Killdare

[Straia]

i am the violence in the pouring rain

i am a hurricane

This was, of course, the question. She had gone to the Valley in hopes of formulating a plan and therefore, an attack. Instead she had gotten little at all, besides mock’s from Warship. Useful, yes, but they needed a plan. They needed to move. Gallows might be ready for a fight, but Fennick was slightly more reserved. She understands why, of course, because they’d be facing most of Beqanna as their enemy. The odds were not, as it turns out, in their favor.

Not that it would stop her. But she couldn’t move without the Valley at her side. The Chamber alone stood no chance. And so she waits, impatiently, while their enemies prepare. It’s a fools move, but she doesn’t know if she has a choice.

And then, an old friend finds his way to her home. She grins at the sound of his voice in her head. Well well. They’d always be on the same team, wouldn’t they? At least when it mattered.

She moves through the pine forest with ease until she finds him. Killdare is already there, and she’s please that she’s made the right decision for her Lord. The Chamber would need someone steady one of these day, and Killdare was nothing if not steady. Steady and loyal and still the best recruit she ever found lurking in the field.

“Eight, Killdare” she says, coming to a stop in the small group. He gets right to the point, and she doesn’t mind. No use wasting more time then they already have. “When I know for certain the Valley is coming with us. I didn’t get much out of your rulers when I came. We can’t attack alone.” She may be willing to plunge Beqanna into war, but she is not willing to destroy the Chamber. She will do the best she can for a home that longs to send the world into chaos.

“Besides, we do need a plan. We’ll be facing all of Beqanna, or nearly. The Tundra may or may not come, but they hardly matter anyway. How can we slow the rest of Beqanna down?”

straia

the raven queen of the chamber