04-08-2016, 11:36 AM
Patchouli
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
Oh right, a name! He should definitely have started with that somewhere huh? He was too busy listening to her words sounding through his mind and the sudden appearance she made from the shadows. What a creeptastic place!
Luckily for Patchouli, Brynmor easily takes the speaking field, giving the new Queen both of their names and somewhat saving him from the embarrassment of his own surprise. Good, he wasn't the only one that had been caught off guard. Taking a moment to let it really sink in she speaks again, another bunch of words tumbling into his mind but this time he is still. Still, save for the way his eyes widen and his ears fall flat to his skull. It was all so disconcerting, he meant her no harm but he hardly had control over the way it was not a normal way to share conversation. It made him uneasy.
The only voice she has. Well now, that was sad and he felt like a jerk. Here he was acting a plain rabbit among wolves when the girl had no others means to speak to them. Nice, Patch. Real nice.
"Forgive me your Majesty. It is...unsettling the way in which you speak, I'm sorry to react the way I have." His blazed face hangs for a moment, eyes to the ground as he contemplates her next words, her ideas on ruling and the questions she has for them both. The King, what did he want? Of that Patchouli knew very little.
"I do know that he seeks to rebuild the brotherhood, to restore us to the numbers and strength we once held. He is a fair King an seeks to make ties with those that are also both formidable friends as well as foe."
Really that's about as far as Patch's knowledge of the King's ideas go, the very basic ideas for alliances between the Kingdoms.
it is better to conquer yourself, than to win a thousand battles
this is junk. im sorry :|