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Ayroehl was nearly buzzing with nervous energy, checking over the buckles and straps on Jinx's gear for the sixth time that hour. Jesses, ankle straps, the small cap that helped keep her calm...back and forth between each of her birds, she busied herself with making silent preparation, her artificial halo for once not the angry, spiked ring it had been for the past week. The change was almost jarring.
Remaining neutral had been the plan of both Iphae and Seethe. While both of them had contacts in Ichorrai and did most of their work from the city in question, neither wanted to get involved in the politics of this war. But the talk of a grand battle was tempting. Especially to Seethe.
We should make an exception for this one fight Seethe was quick to suggest once word reached his ears.
What for? Seems like more trouble than it's worth. Iphae wasn't convinced.
The skiving immanu elbowed his leyr companion in the side. To the victor go the spoils. That could be you and I big guy. Send those pesky rodents scurrying back to their dingy hole in the ground and I'm sure Aelius will be quick to hand out rewards.
Hmph. Iphae responded indignantly. And if Ichorrai loses?
Seethe clasped his hands together, a grin spreading across his lips. Ah well, there will be plenty of corpses to pick over nonetheless. We'll gather what we can and take to the wind.
please ignore this I posted in the wrong place.
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even though my character has been going with the ynochrin path in prompts so far, I'm going to support ichorrai!
Veraiddhel is staying out of things, he's very alarmed by what he's heard about the state of Ichorrai but he doesn't want to fight for the chimoraa either. In truth, he really just wishes this wasn't happening at all... but since it is, he's hoping to find safety in Immitheus.
Ruin was ready to fight. He wore an old pauldron over his left shoulder, with matching worn bracers and shin guards. Strapped to his back were a pair of short swords, crafted out of a black metal, and sheathed in red treated leather. Their pommels were shaped like old earth animals whos names were now forgotten.
His tail twitches with anticipation as he moves about with the assembled Aegis. He moves with the same sense of presence as the they do, patrolling the perimeter with the guards, keeping an eye on the horizon. He doesn't speak to anyone who tries to address him, taking everything seriously, which is new for any who know him. His motives are his own, though prior to this event, he has mentioned a love for fighting.
He comes to see the outcome of this battle, and to lay his swords down upon history in the making.