[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Casey



"If he's half as crafty as you, I'm sure he's doing fine. Just keep your head up and keep tugging on the string of fate - that's all any of us displaced and dispossessed can do, aye?" He smiles.

"I like the cut of your jib, friend. It's nice, meeting another fellow who's not so grand with heavy armor and musty books. If you don't mind a spot of advice, though? Don't let the past weigh on your shoulders too hard - neither of us have the bulk to be carrying such heavy loads around, and it'd be a shame seeing you get stabbed for the weight of a memory. If you need to talk about it though? Get someone to scrape some of the stones of history off your back? I'm your man. Promise."

Mazelina

Her face lights up a bit at the mention of your little moments of worship.



"Oh!! That's-- that's really nice, actually! I do that too. And... I think that idea is very nice -- yes. I would love to try praying together!!" She grins from ear to ear, hands already clasped, both in anticipation and in preparation.

Barnabas

Lain meditates on that for a moment.



"I suppose you're correct. But... I wonder, would it not be better for all if the weight of those choices was not placed on the shoulders of one...?"

She shakes herself out of it.



"Forgive my musings, Barnabas. You've provided me with much to think on. I suppose I can't ask everyone else to try and look past this, yet-- not when so many still bear the scars of my forebears -- but... given the distance between our societies, it would please me greatly if you thought of me simply as Lain, rather than as a noble. No 'lady' Lain, or Lain Altena. Simply Lain. I want nothing more than to be your equal and your friend, if you'd have me."

Milo

Dermid's grin widens, showing big, yellowed teeth.


"Ha! Only two rules t'making a proper knight's oath, laddie: first, it has to be noble and right and decent. Second, it has t'be to somethin' greater than yerself. A cause, or an ideal, or even a person. Then all ye've got to do is mean it. Provided ye can work all that up, I think you'll be right as rain, Milo."

Baylee



"'Course! Can't hardly say I mind having you around, farmgirl. My door's open any time. As for our goals..."

Her smile begins to show a row of fearsome teeth, and she gives you a mischievous wink.



"Think I'd rather keep those close to the chest. Let's just say I'm pretty sure me and the little prince have very different views on how this war should end and what the world should look like once it's over."

Airitech

Lucrezia thinks a moment, then shrugs.



"Not like I'm an active spy right now, so sure. There's the band that just joined us, first and foremost. Hardly think they're going to turn Rev, but they're enemies of the king. Can't really call the terms of our truce air-tight, even if I know how to talk to Adara. Then there's the soldier boy from your little group; he's got the same air as you. Quieter about it, though. It doesn't radiate out of his every pore, or waft off him like a bad stench. Then there's Lain's posse. I don't trust any of them for a minute, except the priestess. That make you feel less alone?"

Logan

A hum rumbles in Alexis's chest.



"...Then they are chained by a foreign power that they cannot understand..." Something clouds their eyes for a moment. Then they snap back to their usual clarity, dreamy as it is.

"...Very well. I swear an oath to you today. This is common in your lands."

They state it matter-of-factly, in spite of the fact that... oaths aren't really all that common where you're from? No more common than any other kind of promise.

"I will fight by your side until your serpent's compatriots are free once more. Should I falter and fail, may my gods and ancestors see me cast down from the greatest height to the lowest pit. This will be my pact."