RE: [IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight
06-07-2020, 12:14 PM
Mazelina and Lain
Lain simply smiles and nods.
"I'll take it under consideration, ma'am. Thank you."
Sunny and Roland
Roland gives you a gentle smile and a nod.
"An ally is never something to turn down. I simply hope I don't disappoint you. I look forward to interrogating you more - but for now, I need to resume my work. I bid your leave."
He bows before turning back to direct Abner away from causing trouble...
FREE TIME COMPLETE.
After a few hours pass, the looting and recovering part of the battle has finished. Lady Lain and Prince Roland finally manage to meet as your team regroups.
"Your Highness - it is my pleasure to meet you. I am--"
"Lady Lain Altena? Apologies for the interruption - I gathered as much from your comrade's shield." He nods towards Dermid. "No knight worth his salt would fail to recognize the brand of your house, nor the equipment of its mighty guard. You have my condolences regarding the fall of Achaim. I know your pain, and will endeavor to see your city liberated."
"...I appreciate your kind words, Your Highness. I am here on a mission given to me by my father before the city fell. He... He wished that I would grant you the blade of the Goddess. It was his will to see it reach your hands, that the liberation of the continent might be guided by Her divine strength. I wish to fight by your side, and to see this continent liberated by the strength of Renault. Above all, I hope to see peace restored."
There's a brief pause as the prince stares at the sword. His mouth goes agape as he considers what she's saying. First there's surprise, wonder, much the same as you all experienced. Then... something grim passes over it.
"...I'm sorry to disappoint you, ma'am, but... I have no training with swords. My father was famed for his proficiency in them, and I was stubborn about carving my own path in life, forging my own reputation. I never spent a day learning the basics of swordplay. Only ever the axe, and the basics of the lance. A blade of this caliber would be misplaced in my hands."
The silence is tense. There's a palpable tension in the air as Lain processes exactly what he just said. She breaks it momentarily with only a single word.
"...Ah."
It returns, thick and solid. He clears his throat.
"...It is of no matter. We have a whole band of warriors; surely one of them will prove a better candidate than I have in due time. Your companions have shown their valor, and I have nothing but the utmost confidence in them. If you still wish fight by my side, I warn you that the road before us is treacherous. We plan on plunging straight into the heart of the Laguz kingdoms, where few Beorc have been granted passage. I hope we might take to bargaining with the kings there for support. Lucrezia has arranged a guide and diplomat for us. It is our intention to meet with them at the edge of Ilya's former territory. There is no guarantee that the Laguz will grant us safe passage, but such danger is necessary if we hope to win."
He turns to all of you.
"Will you join me? Our chances get much better with such a stalwart band at our backs."
Lain simply smiles and nods.
"I'll take it under consideration, ma'am. Thank you."
Sunny and Roland
Roland gives you a gentle smile and a nod.
"An ally is never something to turn down. I simply hope I don't disappoint you. I look forward to interrogating you more - but for now, I need to resume my work. I bid your leave."
He bows before turning back to direct Abner away from causing trouble...
FREE TIME COMPLETE.
After a few hours pass, the looting and recovering part of the battle has finished. Lady Lain and Prince Roland finally manage to meet as your team regroups.
"Your Highness - it is my pleasure to meet you. I am--"
"Lady Lain Altena? Apologies for the interruption - I gathered as much from your comrade's shield." He nods towards Dermid. "No knight worth his salt would fail to recognize the brand of your house, nor the equipment of its mighty guard. You have my condolences regarding the fall of Achaim. I know your pain, and will endeavor to see your city liberated."
"...I appreciate your kind words, Your Highness. I am here on a mission given to me by my father before the city fell. He... He wished that I would grant you the blade of the Goddess. It was his will to see it reach your hands, that the liberation of the continent might be guided by Her divine strength. I wish to fight by your side, and to see this continent liberated by the strength of Renault. Above all, I hope to see peace restored."
There's a brief pause as the prince stares at the sword. His mouth goes agape as he considers what she's saying. First there's surprise, wonder, much the same as you all experienced. Then... something grim passes over it.
"...I'm sorry to disappoint you, ma'am, but... I have no training with swords. My father was famed for his proficiency in them, and I was stubborn about carving my own path in life, forging my own reputation. I never spent a day learning the basics of swordplay. Only ever the axe, and the basics of the lance. A blade of this caliber would be misplaced in my hands."
The silence is tense. There's a palpable tension in the air as Lain processes exactly what he just said. She breaks it momentarily with only a single word.
"...Ah."
It returns, thick and solid. He clears his throat.
"...It is of no matter. We have a whole band of warriors; surely one of them will prove a better candidate than I have in due time. Your companions have shown their valor, and I have nothing but the utmost confidence in them. If you still wish fight by my side, I warn you that the road before us is treacherous. We plan on plunging straight into the heart of the Laguz kingdoms, where few Beorc have been granted passage. I hope we might take to bargaining with the kings there for support. Lucrezia has arranged a guide and diplomat for us. It is our intention to meet with them at the edge of Ilya's former territory. There is no guarantee that the Laguz will grant us safe passage, but such danger is necessary if we hope to win."
He turns to all of you.
"Will you join me? Our chances get much better with such a stalwart band at our backs."