[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Airitech:



"...You don't really know how to put it lightly, do you?"

He chuckles. It's joyless.

"...Here's hoping he was wearing his good shoes, then. And that Ossory's mud isn't too deep this time of year."

Milo, Mazelina, Casey, Sunny:



"Unless you can bring back the dead... no, I don't think so. Just keep us in yer prayers. It's... a long, hard road, from here. Don't know what we're going t'do - submit, or flee - but whatever yer folks choose, I wish ye the best. Do the same for us, and I figure all's square. And... thank you. For telling me the truth of things."

Saya, Barnabas:



"Oh! You don't need to pray for him. He's one of Saedore's chosen! A personal guard to--"

She receives a sharp stare from Lien. She wilts; it seems as if she's going to crumple to ash, for a moment.

"To... important people!!! He'll be safe. I'm certain of it."

EVERYONE:

...as if on cue, an absolute hulk of a man rides forth. He's covered in tremendous plates of armor from the neck down, his eyes bloodshot and bulging. On his back he carries a massive lance, an axe, and a sword, all spattered with blood - presumably Revotrian in origin. His black horse is huge, full of bulging muscle - an absolute beast of a creature. On his shield, he bears a sigil - the sigil of House Altena, which Mazelina, Casey, Logan and Airitech recognize as the ruling house of Achaim.



"AH, LAD N' LASSIES! I'VE RETURNED! NAE A SCRATCH ON ME! REVOTRIAN BRAGGARTS HAD NARY A CHANCE 'GAINST MY BLADE! AN' WHATS THIS I SEE?! A BUNCH MORE LITTLUNS GATHERED ON YER HIP? INTRODUCE YAERSELVES, EACH AN' EVERY! YOU HAVEN'T GOT A THING TA BE FEARIN' SO LONG AS OLD DERMID'S AROUND!"