He finds himself watching the tail end of the dog leave, to fetch the King or bring back his brothers he’d find out soon enough. Rhonan It’s all the shadow-maker gives, looking thoroughly uninterested in Killdare’s presence, which was fine by him, he’s never been the sort to entertain or make small talk. It’s not his thing, he likes discussing topics that matter, laying the facts out and planning. Well, when it came to battle he did, otherwise treaties and fancy words were useless to him.
Without the accompaniment of shadow-spun animals another appears, one he assumes is the King. He dips his rather large head in greeting and respect, he’d come for help, not hostilities. He makes no qualms with the discussion taking place in front of his, greeter was it?
“As you say, and yes indeed War is come, the Chamber is ready. We’ve sat still long enough and with the passing of the Gates spotted queen we no longer have promises to keep.” They had mostly left the Godly Kingdom be, just as they said they would, and the Chamber had not harmed her. Not a single hair on her head, well, not after the initial incident with Gryffen. No, as fate would have it she had brought about her own demise, in the form of a son.
“I’m glad to hear you will support our past alliances, we welcome you to the fight. I may go as far as to speak for them all and say, we’re glad to have you.” They were sorely opposed, the realms likely to take up arms against them, they would be wise to welcome any aide. It's then that his sea-green eyes look around, lingering at their position and relative closeness to the borders. Easy pickings for those that would drop in unwanted or at the very least listen in where their ears did not belong.
It’s not that he doesn’t trust the Valley, but there are eyes and ears everywhere of late. “Is there somewhere or somehow we might speak…more privately, borders have a funny way of harboring eavesdroppers.” It was time they all played the secrets game.
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
And the cards all fold [Demian]
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And the cards all fold [Demian] - by Killdare - 02-22-2016, 05:34 PM
RE: And the cards all fold [Demian] - by Rhonan - 02-23-2016, 11:31 AM
RE: And the cards all fold [Demian] - by Killdare - 02-23-2016, 01:58 PM
RE: And the cards all fold [Demian] - by demian - 02-23-2016, 07:10 PM
RE: And the cards all fold [Demian] - by Rhonan - 02-24-2016, 10:28 AM
RE: And the cards all fold [Demian] - by Killdare - 02-24-2016, 10:58 AM
RE: And the cards all fold [Demian] - by Eight - 02-24-2016, 12:47 PM
RE: And the cards all fold [Demian] - by Evrae - 02-24-2016, 01:17 PM
RE: And the cards all fold [Demian] - by Killdare - 02-24-2016, 01:57 PM
RE: And the cards all fold [Demian] - by Eight - 02-25-2016, 02:38 PM
RE: And the cards all fold [Demian] - by demian - 02-25-2016, 04:53 PM
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