06-09-2015, 04:00 PM
Atrox had been special. The Chamber had stripped him of his heart and so it did not strip him on his power. But then again, he hadn’t stayed that long. Perhaps it hadn’t been long enough to strip him of anything, though his title as Rodrik’s advisor should have been enough. Not that Atrox had really been around long enough for that title, either. Atrox and Nera. Powerful, with old names in this kingdom. But neither had served Rodrik all that well. Straia would not make that mistake. Old or not, everyone would earn the title again.
In the silence between, she cannot help but notice the silence of the kingdom as well. The Chamber has never been known for its wildlife. There aren’t flocks of birds singing in the trees or flashes of deer in the brush. But still, when the trees were alive, there was always some noise. The chittering of her squirrels, certainly, though she has no idea what has become of her friends. The stray raven and crow, a few birds here and there. Now though, there was nowhere for those creatures to live. Perhaps many had perished in the lava and the fires, and the rest had certainly fled.
Only the few loyal Chamberlings remained. It was a very good way to test loyalty, that is certain. They would weather this without the aid of magic to rebuild, without a sudden and speedy recover. Not many could do what they had all silently agreed to do. But none of them left at the sight of the dead kingdom. Rather, every one of them seemed more resolved to rebuild. She loved them for that.
His question is not stupid. Rodrik had his own powers, none of which he could use during his time in the Chamber. Straia could have her own brand of magic that Erebor would never know about since the Chamber would have stripped it. But she is plain and simple and she doesn’t mind. She needs no traits to be herself. Not that they wouldn’t make like easier, sometimes. Her electric cousin comes to mind. The ability to kill with a thought does seem tempting. “Not a lick of it,” she says. “Rodrik does though. Immortality, I know. I believe a few somewhat devilish traits, though he’s never told me exactly what. I suppose if you meet him you will find out. They should be back since he lives in the Valley now.”
In the silence between, she cannot help but notice the silence of the kingdom as well. The Chamber has never been known for its wildlife. There aren’t flocks of birds singing in the trees or flashes of deer in the brush. But still, when the trees were alive, there was always some noise. The chittering of her squirrels, certainly, though she has no idea what has become of her friends. The stray raven and crow, a few birds here and there. Now though, there was nowhere for those creatures to live. Perhaps many had perished in the lava and the fires, and the rest had certainly fled.
Only the few loyal Chamberlings remained. It was a very good way to test loyalty, that is certain. They would weather this without the aid of magic to rebuild, without a sudden and speedy recover. Not many could do what they had all silently agreed to do. But none of them left at the sight of the dead kingdom. Rather, every one of them seemed more resolved to rebuild. She loved them for that.
His question is not stupid. Rodrik had his own powers, none of which he could use during his time in the Chamber. Straia could have her own brand of magic that Erebor would never know about since the Chamber would have stripped it. But she is plain and simple and she doesn’t mind. She needs no traits to be herself. Not that they wouldn’t make like easier, sometimes. Her electric cousin comes to mind. The ability to kill with a thought does seem tempting. “Not a lick of it,” she says. “Rodrik does though. Immortality, I know. I believe a few somewhat devilish traits, though he’s never told me exactly what. I suppose if you meet him you will find out. They should be back since he lives in the Valley now.”
straia
queen of the chamber
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