03-07-2016, 07:44 PM
I am iron and I forge myself
Well. This is… a clusterfuck. To say the least.
This battle is not what she had imagined, and while Lagertha is fully aware that war is messy and violent and unpredictable, the addition of magic makes everything even more so. They all come crawling out of the woodwork to claim their piece of glory, when they couldn’t be bothered with anything leading up to it. Let the magicians have their pissing contest - there are too many impervious creatures running around for anyone to get anything done. And who is winning? Can anyone actually tell? In theory, four kingdoms versus two should have the numbers squarely on their side, but when dragons and all other sorts of unnatural shapes take to the sky, all bets are off. Enough of this. She would go straight to the source of the conflict.
A howling, biting wind roars to life and whips her long, tangled mane into a frenzy, making her ears ache and her eyes water. Fuck the cold. There’s a reason she lives in the Jungle. After attempting to simultaneously barrel into Cress and poison her, she moves on, looking for her next target. She may have singed hair at this point, if Cress has retaliated, but who knows, she’s too busy looking for the bay and white Queen of the Chamber, or some raven to call down from the sky and get her a message. While she takes a moment to scan the skies, a (large) bright white streak grabs her attention, and Lexa’s horrified scream soon follows. Lagertha couldn’t have told you where Lyris was in the fight, but she knows her women’s voices. Goddamn it. Motherfuckingbitch GODDAMN IT. She bites her tongue and chooses to hope that it isn’t what she thinks it is. The comet - the streak was only large and shapeless. So many of them have wings, any one of them could be up in the air. It’s not Lyris. Right now, she says it isn’t Lyris. So it isn’t.
Lexa, however, is another story. The iron Queen wheels around and finds the screaming girl. Draconis has somehow ended up on the ground, but she’s not the mare’s target. Lexa is. She trades in her iron armor for something far more unusual - water - and keeps it flowing, falling off her body before it has time to freeze. She has no idea whether or not her idea will work and will probably regret literally giving herself frostbite or pneumonia, but this might actually be fortuitous if she can get Lexa (and her copycat) to slip and be unable to get up. She gallops in a circle around the spotted warrior, and then turns off the water, shivering from a drenched coat. Horses’ hooves were not made for ice. It should keep the berserker down until someone else can take care of her. They were too closely confined for her to go crazy.
Lagertha doesn’t have to wait long before the shadow creatures come waltzing into their midst. She seems to forever have one eye on her surroundings, dodging and striking out when necessary, and one eye on the sky, looking for ravens. Finally, she sees one and calls out to it, telling it to find Straia and tell her that Lagertha has a proposal for her. But that’s grabbed her attention for too long, and seemingly out of nowhere (it isn’t, but when you stop moving, that’s what happens) and it touches her for a moment, before she can raise her armor again. She doesn’t falter, but all of a sudden, the day seems to catch up to her, as if her adrenaline has stopped pumping and it’s after the battle, instead of during it. The Gates to the Desert, the run to the Chamber, the fighting - all of it.
Immortality is only so useful. It’s kept the ache and pain of her numerous years at bay, but anyone would be tired by the day she’s had. God, sleep would be so nice right now - except she can’t. And she won’t. She’d rather drop dead (which might happen, because apparently Straia can kill from afar - go fucking figure) than abandon her post, than lose any more Sisters. This isn’t the war she wanted. This is chaos. Her war would have been on the Plains. It would have been far more civilized.
Luckily, her reflexes kick in and her usual iron armor sheathes her body, keeping out the Shadow’s negative influence. The poisonous spikes are useless here, but she dons them anyway, because you never know. And a light-form (literally) swoops down to tackle the Shadow and get it away from her, freeing Lagertha to stay on the lookout for the Queen. She’s just in time, because an elemental raven dives and then flaps around her head, drawing her out of the fighting and towards the edges, where Straia waits. Lagertha’s breathing hard, she’s shivering, and she’s sweating.
There’s some sort of black, flaming bird in the sky, and she doesn’t know why but it gives her a little added strength. It’s all imagined, of course. But she is confident that if she looks behind her, she’ll see that her side is winning - that they outnumber the Chamberlings and Valley dwellers (if they’ve come to their allies aid) and that both sides are starting to get casualties. She’s seen the crack of lighting that means Kratos and Rhy are around, and she’s heard the bellows of Vanquish, and though the winter storm has lessened, it is still going. Physical manifestations of light fight the dark. And then there was whatever Yael was doing before she arrived. It must have caused quite a ruckus, for the rest of the magicians to take to the skies like that.
She doesn’t bother with pleasantries. “If you step down, I’ll withdraw our forces. We will vet your replacement, but the Chamber will be its own. Do we have a deal?” It’s a shot in the dark, but she knows Straia wanted war too. They got it. Now they should end it before everyone fucking dies.
This battle is not what she had imagined, and while Lagertha is fully aware that war is messy and violent and unpredictable, the addition of magic makes everything even more so. They all come crawling out of the woodwork to claim their piece of glory, when they couldn’t be bothered with anything leading up to it. Let the magicians have their pissing contest - there are too many impervious creatures running around for anyone to get anything done. And who is winning? Can anyone actually tell? In theory, four kingdoms versus two should have the numbers squarely on their side, but when dragons and all other sorts of unnatural shapes take to the sky, all bets are off. Enough of this. She would go straight to the source of the conflict.
A howling, biting wind roars to life and whips her long, tangled mane into a frenzy, making her ears ache and her eyes water. Fuck the cold. There’s a reason she lives in the Jungle. After attempting to simultaneously barrel into Cress and poison her, she moves on, looking for her next target. She may have singed hair at this point, if Cress has retaliated, but who knows, she’s too busy looking for the bay and white Queen of the Chamber, or some raven to call down from the sky and get her a message. While she takes a moment to scan the skies, a (large) bright white streak grabs her attention, and Lexa’s horrified scream soon follows. Lagertha couldn’t have told you where Lyris was in the fight, but she knows her women’s voices. Goddamn it. Motherfuckingbitch GODDAMN IT. She bites her tongue and chooses to hope that it isn’t what she thinks it is. The comet - the streak was only large and shapeless. So many of them have wings, any one of them could be up in the air. It’s not Lyris. Right now, she says it isn’t Lyris. So it isn’t.
Lexa, however, is another story. The iron Queen wheels around and finds the screaming girl. Draconis has somehow ended up on the ground, but she’s not the mare’s target. Lexa is. She trades in her iron armor for something far more unusual - water - and keeps it flowing, falling off her body before it has time to freeze. She has no idea whether or not her idea will work and will probably regret literally giving herself frostbite or pneumonia, but this might actually be fortuitous if she can get Lexa (and her copycat) to slip and be unable to get up. She gallops in a circle around the spotted warrior, and then turns off the water, shivering from a drenched coat. Horses’ hooves were not made for ice. It should keep the berserker down until someone else can take care of her. They were too closely confined for her to go crazy.
Lagertha doesn’t have to wait long before the shadow creatures come waltzing into their midst. She seems to forever have one eye on her surroundings, dodging and striking out when necessary, and one eye on the sky, looking for ravens. Finally, she sees one and calls out to it, telling it to find Straia and tell her that Lagertha has a proposal for her. But that’s grabbed her attention for too long, and seemingly out of nowhere (it isn’t, but when you stop moving, that’s what happens) and it touches her for a moment, before she can raise her armor again. She doesn’t falter, but all of a sudden, the day seems to catch up to her, as if her adrenaline has stopped pumping and it’s after the battle, instead of during it. The Gates to the Desert, the run to the Chamber, the fighting - all of it.
Immortality is only so useful. It’s kept the ache and pain of her numerous years at bay, but anyone would be tired by the day she’s had. God, sleep would be so nice right now - except she can’t. And she won’t. She’d rather drop dead (which might happen, because apparently Straia can kill from afar - go fucking figure) than abandon her post, than lose any more Sisters. This isn’t the war she wanted. This is chaos. Her war would have been on the Plains. It would have been far more civilized.
Luckily, her reflexes kick in and her usual iron armor sheathes her body, keeping out the Shadow’s negative influence. The poisonous spikes are useless here, but she dons them anyway, because you never know. And a light-form (literally) swoops down to tackle the Shadow and get it away from her, freeing Lagertha to stay on the lookout for the Queen. She’s just in time, because an elemental raven dives and then flaps around her head, drawing her out of the fighting and towards the edges, where Straia waits. Lagertha’s breathing hard, she’s shivering, and she’s sweating.
There’s some sort of black, flaming bird in the sky, and she doesn’t know why but it gives her a little added strength. It’s all imagined, of course. But she is confident that if she looks behind her, she’ll see that her side is winning - that they outnumber the Chamberlings and Valley dwellers (if they’ve come to their allies aid) and that both sides are starting to get casualties. She’s seen the crack of lighting that means Kratos and Rhy are around, and she’s heard the bellows of Vanquish, and though the winter storm has lessened, it is still going. Physical manifestations of light fight the dark. And then there was whatever Yael was doing before she arrived. It must have caused quite a ruckus, for the rest of the magicians to take to the skies like that.
She doesn’t bother with pleasantries. “If you step down, I’ll withdraw our forces. We will vet your replacement, but the Chamber will be its own. Do we have a deal?” It’s a shot in the dark, but she knows Straia wanted war too. They got it. Now they should end it before everyone fucking dies.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons
[idk where that idea came from tins, but you can go with it or not! Just trying to end this whole thing quickly now
If everyone could please wait until Straia replies, that would be great. Kyra, let me know if you want me to change anything.]