02-11-2016, 09:30 AM
I am iron and I forge myself
Their last meeting had been informative, but nothing had truly come of it; the radio silence from the Gates ever since then has been more than a little unnerving for someone who has thrown all their stones into one bucket. This time should have been spent planning and training and strategizing. Preferably in the safety of the Jungle, which was refreshingly raven-free, thanks to their own magician (who has since disappeared, but that is another thing to worry about, entirely…).
Without someone to request their presence in the Jungle, Lagertha has no choice but to seek the Gates King instead. Luckily for her, she finds him easily enough (and with a familiar dragon-winged figure to boot!) at the edge of his Kingdom. “Just the Kings I’m looking for,” she says with a brief chuckle, moving to make the duo a trio. She's about to unapologetically become the battering ram that most of her sisters are familiar with. “I don’t mean to interrupt your meeting or step on any toes, but we need to talk about this so-called war we plan on waging. We can do it now, if your General is around, or we could go back to the Jungle or the Desert, where magic can protect our conversation. Either way, I think we need to get a move on, or we risk some sort of revival in the Valley.” Lagertha is tired of waiting. She’s tired of guessing who will side with whom, tired of the non-response from the Dale, tired of wondering where her daughter is. Non-action drives Lagertha up and over the proverbial wall, and she's ready with her grappling hooks and rope.
The steel-gray warrior has never been one to bluff. She isn’t about to start now.
Without someone to request their presence in the Jungle, Lagertha has no choice but to seek the Gates King instead. Luckily for her, she finds him easily enough (and with a familiar dragon-winged figure to boot!) at the edge of his Kingdom. “Just the Kings I’m looking for,” she says with a brief chuckle, moving to make the duo a trio. She's about to unapologetically become the battering ram that most of her sisters are familiar with. “I don’t mean to interrupt your meeting or step on any toes, but we need to talk about this so-called war we plan on waging. We can do it now, if your General is around, or we could go back to the Jungle or the Desert, where magic can protect our conversation. Either way, I think we need to get a move on, or we risk some sort of revival in the Valley.” Lagertha is tired of waiting. She’s tired of guessing who will side with whom, tired of the non-response from the Dale, tired of wondering where her daughter is. Non-action drives Lagertha up and over the proverbial wall, and she's ready with her grappling hooks and rope.
The steel-gray warrior has never been one to bluff. She isn’t about to start now.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons