[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

And so night falls, and the calming dark brings sleep to your weary heads. Your aching bones mend themselves, your bruised bodies collapse under the weight of exhaustion, and your ragged breath finally grows gentle and placid. May slumber heal your broken hearts...

True to his word, Madoc provides you protection as you journey over the mountains of the Bird Kingdoms. During your journey you encounter the occasional Bird Tribe merchant caravan. They seem friendly enough, but you can't help but feel you're being picked apart by their eyes.

In due time, you find yourselves stationed in a castle bordering the Kingdom of the Beasts. Madoc assures you time and time again that this is merely a pit-stop; he is waiting for supplies for the rest of your journey, and for permission to enter from the Lion King's court.

Some members of your party are taking this better than others. While most take this opportunity to relax, Lain seems anxious to get on the road. If her anxiety is quiet, though, Abner and Adara are louder than the bastardly donkey who's been carrying your water.


"I fear we're in the midst of gravest folly, my friends! For each day we sit about waiting for word, the fire of our names grows dimmer! Our shimmering star will soon fade from the common folks' minds entirely, and all we've done will be for naught!"



"No idea what he's rambling about, but I think I agree. Gods only know what the Revs are doing to the common folk and the Laguz back home."

Taras (otherwise known as Carlyle) rolls his eyes.


"Right. So we should charge forward, abandon our host, and spark a war with another kingdom. Don't get me wrong, I'm hardly comfortable in these lands either, but we've got to keep our heads cool for as long as we can."



"Pah! How can they declare war on us if we haven't got countries to declare war on? Besides, I've a feeling this Lion King could use a humbling if they're the type to bring war to refugees."



"...I'm inclined to agree, though perhaps not to the same extent. I fear that if we stay still waiting for the wheels of bureaucracy to turn, we might find our cause already lost."

Roland shakes his head.


"These lands aren't ours. If this is how things are done here, I say we respect that. We're guests; It would be foolish to spit in our hosts' faces."

Lain bites her lip and turns toward the rest of you.


"...What do all of you think? I'm rather torn on the matter myself."