Tempest Family/Amélie/The Death of a Queen

Roleplay from Amélie Tempest, Queen of Portion

Amelie rallied what remained of her men for the coming battle. The previous clash with the soldiers of Outer Tilog in the hills of Vir el Mari had left only a handful of Frundi’s Finest standing and ready to fight again. Still the Queen of Portion was not hesitant, fully aware she would likely clash with Duke Garm and his Wargs once again in another extremely one sided charge of cavalry. When the horns blew Queen Tempest charged forward straight towards the Tilogian ranks in what could only be described as a brave or foolish endeavour depending on who tells the story. The choice was simple for Amelie, fight or run away; meaning there wasn’t really a choice to be made. Her honour would not let her back down from a fight, any fight regardless of the odds. Barreling down the field Frundi’s Finest spotted their target and Queen Tempest steered her men to face the Wargs head on once more. The clash was spectacularly brief, Amelie’s unit entirely wiped out in a single change with the Queen thrown from her horse landing in the dirt. A lone riderless Warg approached the Lady grasping for her sword but after the short flight and subsequent crash landing on the ground Amelie lacked the strength to wield a blade. Queen Amelie wasn’t a small woman by any standard but it mattered not to the lumbering Warg who quite easily grasped her torso within its mouth. With razor sharp teeth the beast pierced her breastplate with ease. Lady Tempest let out a shrieking cry as the warmth of blood flowed all over her. The beast suspended the woman in a moment of agony, blood running from undeather her armor dripping to the ground below. The Warg attempted to finish her off by tossing the Queen of Portion to and fro like a ragdoll. When the thrashing reached a full forced frenzy the Warg finally released Amelie from its jaws of death flinging her far away to crash upon the ground once more. All consciousness was lost within the battered woman left for dead in the dirt. --- By some miracle the healers had found Amelie and managed to drag the Queen back to her tent. Amelie wouldn’t make a sound or any kind of movement while the healers removed her armour to access the damage. The healers gave each other a solemn look at each other then back to the wound. The teeth of the beast cut deep, and it was clear that ribs were broken in the process; with the addition of the hint of a foul smell The Queen’s outlook was bleak. The healers set to work to save their Queen. --- Consciousness might have left Amelie’s body but not her spirit for she found herself on an entirely new battlefield. Not one of the colonies but some otherworldly dimension. Climbing the nearby ridge would reveal all, two massive armies in the valley below ready for battle. A showdown between good and evil was about to take place. With a flash of blinding light a divine figure descended from the heavens towards Queen Amelie, the godly figure could only be the Highfather himself. “Crusader Amelie, my child, take this sword and join me so we may rid the world of evil.” Amelie knelt before the figure before replying, “My Lord, Mon Dieu, ai live to sairve and if you need mé fair zis divine purpose ai will glady be your swaird.” “Then rise my child the time is nigh.” Crusader Amelie rose and looked to the battlefield, a clash of destiny between all manner of creatures from the heavens and hells. Angels and Daimons would face off this day. When the golden trumpets sounded Amelie would charge without hesitation rushing straight to the front lines to find her piece of the glory. Today was the day she would prove her true valor before the eyes of the Highfather. --- As the battle raged on Queen Amelie traversed the frontline with ease slaying and minor daimon that crossed her path but despite her own effort the initiative was being lost. It was becoming clear to even Crusader Tempest that the daimonic forces would take the day unless something, no someone saved the day. Amelie scanned the battlefield for the Highfather for only his light could ensure the crusaders would triumph in this battle but his radiance remained elusive. Instead the Queen only managed to lock eyes with a greater Daimon who starred into her very soul as the monster starting bowling his way to the Lady. Only a monster such as a Daimon Lord could so easily brush aside all the lesser daimons and crusaders in his path while he hurtled towards Amelie. The Crusader readied her sword as the 10 foot tall monster with claws tougher than steel took finished the gap and took a swipe at Amelie. Attempting to parry the claws was futile as they shattered her sword in one swoop. With a quick follow through of his other hand the Daimon Lord impaled Queen Amelie in her chest then lifted her high above his head only to quickly slam the helpless lady back on the ground. --- Within the tent the healers were taking a moment to rest as they had stabilized the Queen, or so they thought. Amelie suddenly started coughing blood drawing attention from the healers. They studied the wound and came to find it was fresh again, and with even more claw marks then before. They did what they could to stop the bleeding but were no longer confident they could save the Queen. --- With her life leaving Amelie the beaten lifeless crusader laid on the ground not even able to scream in pain for she was drowning in her own blood. Looking down at her and the Daimon Lord spoke, “Y zambuguür nyzzuv bryvgḧul häz grohurrgzyb ryvbügh” Not understanding such speech Amelie watched as the final light was leaving her eyes when she heard a distinct trumpet blast. Has the Highfather finally come to say the day, Queen Tempest thought to herself. As she lay dying in a pool of her own blood Amelie Tempest watched as all the Angels and the Highfather himself ascended from the battlefield leaving all the Crusaders including herself for dead. She had given him her life and he so readily cast her soul to the wind..? The Daimon Lord began chanting some kind of incantation causing one of his claws to give off a heinous red glow. Plunging the claw straight into Amelie’s heart the monster spoke again, “Your immortal soul belongs to me now, prepare the mortal plane for my arrival.” As the Daimon Lord withdrew his claw from the lady she felt a rush of life fill her and lost all vision. --- “GAAAAAAAAAAAAASP” taking a deep breath Princess Amelie sat sitting straight up while her vision slowly returned. She found herself no longer dying in a pool of her own blood but in her tent? She scanned the dull brown canvas to see who was present. Only two healers and a man she could not recall. He was at least wearing the colours of her new banner so she addressed him, “Who are you sair, et whaire are mon councilairs, mon knights?” Alone, left abandoned by everything she held dear was a lone knight standing before her wondering what became of his Queen.

Amélie Tempest, Queen of Portion

Roleplay from Elias Stormreaver, Knight to Queen Tempest

"She's waking up!", Elias overheard one of the healers as he returned from the field of battle against yet another small group of undead-worshiping cultists. Rushing into the tent, ignoring the objection of one of the healers, he watches as she comes back to herself and focuses on them, finally speaking after nearly a week. Elias had heard her 'speaking' while she was unconscious but this was actually coherent, a stark relief to all. Moving to kneel beside her after she addresses him directly, he bows his head a moment before looking back up. "I am Sir Elias Stormreaver, Your Majesty, and quite relieved that you're still with us. You've been knocking on deaths door for almost a week", he informs with a brief relieved smile that fades as he informs her of the fate of her entire unit. "We're still in Vir el Mari heights, you were too wounded to move so we've been keeping the undead and their followers away from you. Much has happened in the recent days but most of it can wait for our trip home... I would like to get you on a cart and headed back to Portion if you feel up to it", he suggests, giving one of the healers a glare knowing he was about to object. After her reply, he begins to fill her in on the more important details of the aftermath of the battle and the goings-on in the realm during her absence, lightening the mood a little with the tale of Lord Rian's 'gossip column' revolving around herself and Lord Erik. "At this rate, he'll be convinced you and I are engaged we've been alone together so long out here", Elias smirks and offers to aid Amélie in getting up from bed.

Elias Stormreaver, Knight to Queen Tempest

Roleplay from Amélie Tempest, Queen of Portion

Amélie studies the man before speaking, “Sir Elias, of course ai just nevair imagined from your lettairs you would be zis devoted. Oui pléasé 'elp me up.” Elias moves to assist Queen Amélie by offering his hand for support while she issues an order to the healers, “Bring me a mirrair at oncé ai need to see zis wound propairly.” While one healer runs to find a mirror Amélie motions for the other to help her undress and remove the bandages. The healer was hesitant at first but did not dare defy her queen. Amélie balanced on Elia while the healer removed the Queen’s robe from her shoulders and then started unwinding the bandages from around her abdomen revealing all. The pain was still quite intense for the currently frail lady though she made her best effort not to reveal the agony. The other healer promptly returns with a cracked but moderately sized mirror for the Queen to examine herself. Unable to look at the wound first Amélie studies her face. Her once raven dark hair was entirely greyed by the fatigue of her injury. Steely grey eyes had faded to a such a cloudy white that one might assume she was blind while glancing at her. Lastly her skin, which had always been alabaster, was somehow even more pale. Contemplating what could have caused such a transformation Queen Tempest resolved to look at her wound for answers despite knowing in her heart the real answer was something else, something more. The Queen’s eyes followed her bosom down to the warg bite, the wound clearly not bleeding or fresh and had not shown any sign of really healing. There was also a peculiar claw mark within the mess of teeth marks. Amélie looks again to her bosem and slowly rubs her hand to touch her heart, where the daimon’s claw pierced her. There is no evident mark or scar but upon touching the site Amélie feels a sharp burning sensation and winces in pain. Masking the trauma as best she can, Queen Amélie addresses her loyal knight once again “Sir Elias Pleasé 'elp me back to la béd zo ai can be bangaéd again.” As Elias helps his Queen to the bed Amélie continues, “Eet seems ai owe you quite a lot Monsieur Elias but fairgivé mé becausé ai must ask maire of you still. Ai must return to Portion as quiklee as possible as eet seems ai 'ave many things to tend to.” Both healers wrap fresh bandages around the pale Lady in between her conversation, “Howevair ai réfuse to ridé back to la capital een a cart as cargo. Find us a horse zat will carry us both or something maire suitable. Ai might not curréntlee bé a Queen but ai am still a Princess.”

Amélie Tempest, Queen of Portion

Roleplay from Elias Stormreaver, Knight to Queen Tempest

Elias blinks a moment as the Queen inspects herself in the mirror, doing his best to do the same without making it obvious he was staring, she hadn't asked him to leave so it must have been alright. The Ladies in Portion certainly were uninhibited it seemed, perhaps the Queen and Lady Sevmia should spend more time togther, he muses to himself before she requests his assistance again. Clearing his throat softly as he steps forward to assist her back to bed so the healers can re-apply bandages. He manages to keep a straight face when she mentions horses, all but one of them had been eaten a while ago (though only the one had survived the battle) and it was supposed to be pulling the Queen in a cart but... "Of course, Your Majesty", he returns in a steady tone and offering another polite bow as he steps back to give the healers some space. He knew better than to argue in this case as well, this was not something any of them could win. "There is a single horse left, I'll have it prepared for you and we shall begin packing up camp right away", he informs, knowing his men were going to be quite relieved to get moving even if it meant they had to carry extra gear that was supposed to be on the cart. Taking a last look back as he moves to the tent flap, both to catch a final glimpse of the Lady's form and speak a final thought, he pauses. "You're still our Queen, Your Majesty. At the very least you never ceased to be mine", he states simply with a smile before ducking out to see to the preparations for their immediate departure from this hell hole.

Elias Stormreaver, Knight to Queen Tempest