OOC: This thread is a part of the mini-event here that plays into the larger, Connlaothian Civil War event here. Please post in the plotting thread for said event if interested in joining. This is an open thread with approval only- you can not just join this thread unless you've already discussed your character's position with me :) Thanks!
There is no posting order in this particular thread- just be respectful and I ask you to be at least active enough to post once a week so we can keep this thread moving so it doesn't go stagnant.
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THIS THREAD IS A PRE-ATTACK MEET AND GREET THREAD PRIOR TO WHEN THE MAJOR FORT FIGHTING BEGINS. Only soldiers/mercenaries and characters that would be supportive of Duke Harmond prior to the attack would post here :)
The thread will start at the Harmond Castle, but Blaith's forces will be quickly moving north. This is just to help establish character development and plot points needed prior to the major blood shed. Keep in mind, there will be a major attack happening in this thread that is not Fort related, but plot driven so keep your swords sharp and your fingers moving for posts 8D
*SPOILER* This thread is devoted to the killing of the current Duke of Ahjfeld and it's inevitable conquering by Blaith Harmond as he makes his way North to the Fort. BlOOOoOooOod and Chaos.--------
Waters fell, and then froze with time, turning into daggers of ice that clung to the edges and outter walls of the great stone castle that housed the quiet and estranged Duke,
Blaith Harmond. It was known fact that his
twin sister had gone on the run; and rumors speculated it was due to the fact she was an unmarked mage- though publicly, nothing was said about it. Duke Harmond neither confirmed nor denied it, only gave a cold smirk at any questions about it before moving onward- and this was several years ago...
And the more time ticked on, the more lives and powers Blaith stole- the longer he found himself falling into a hole of himself that wasn't there. Who was the face he wore today? Who's mind would rise up and control his own? And when would the real mind of Blaith Harmond be in control? Was he the coy and sultry whore? Or the quiet man who had once lusted for his sister? There were too many voices inside his head now, too many whispers through the cracks that at night, he found himself barely sleeping, and barely aware of who he even was.
He peered into the long mirrors, his face equally long- but the image that stared back at him appeared hollow and unfitting. He was more mature now, perhaps even greying- but even he could not tell as he fell into a lull, staring deeply at his reflection for what appeared like an eternity- that was, until there was a knock at the door.
His blue eyes refocused as he called over his shoulder.
"I'll be there shortly." BUt the man at the door didn't hesitate before coming in-
ad though everyone knew not to disturb the duke in his room- the news this man bore sent Blaith Harmond into a frenzy, and he smashed all of the mirrors inside his room, threw down all the statues to the floor as he roared in rage.
After his room was thoroughly destroyed, he turned back to the man who presented him with this piece of information, and on a hesitant breath, he inquired, "Are you sure?"
"Yes. They've taken her North. To Fort Dhagh. More than one scout has confirmed it."
And after a cold moment of quiet, Blaith pointed to the door.
"Get out."
It would be several hours later before he'd show his face outside of his room, and barely twenty four hours into the next day that he was already sending out posts in the seedier sides of town.
Any man who could wield a sword was to be hired: the more merciless the better. And when his men asked him what was this about- Blaith only laughed coldly and told them simply-
"This was war."
So it was on that day, the coldest autumn day in anyone's recollection; where snow had fallen and ice clung to buildings in sheets and most of the rivers were already beginning to solidify- yes, it was this day he asked for both soldiers and mercenaries alike to join him in a gathering just outside his castle walls. There was a great fountain there- no longer did it flow with water that late autumn day, but it remained timeless in it's motion as the waters that once danced in it froze and sparkled in the sun. It was this fountain that caught
Igna Martisse's attention as she stepped across the cobblestone way. She was surprised at the turn out- both soldiers and townfolks alike were there. Word had gotten around that their Duke was going to be making an important announcement- and seeing so many soldiers in one place- she could only deduce it was about the war.
Igna herself was no veteran soldier, and had yet to really see the true blood shed of this war, but she was eager to help, eager to see an end to this all- and if the rumors were true, that Blaith might be announcing here today that he will no longer support this war and the Grand Duke- well, she would be there along with him. It had been nearly a decade of blood shed, and she was tired of seeing so many countless men die. Though it was ironic, for a man who was so reserved in handling his small military, why he opened the door to female soldiers in the last few years- she wasn't one to complain. She wanted to help- she had gone through the training. And now she was here.
OOC: Just a side note- Blaith is sort of 'off screen' here, so PM me if you want to interact with him before his big announcement- other wise, Igna is open in the streets for Blaith supporters to interact with her :)