Urominiel Family/Nnaoj
Nnoaj
Realms:Sirion, Pian en Luries, Fronen, Astrum, Morek, Aquilegia.
Positions:none
Currently:Retired?
To Escape
Nnaoj felt the sense of urgency as she hurried through the streets of Ashforth. Perhaps she was not too late, she thought. Her unit was already stationed atop the battlements with the Rancaguan troops waiting for the Fontanese attack. She rushed towards the generals quarters in time to catch a glimpse of Elenaraloki and his command staff leaving for the battle. She knew the odds were against them as they prepared to defend the Eleador capital from the combined might of Oligarch and Perdan. The horns and battle cries signaled the onslaught as she climbed to the top of the battlements. The enemies poured over the breached fortifications in a blur passing over her as she drifted through the melee. Finally she saw him, pierced with half a dozen arrows but still valiantly holding the section of wall his unit was to defend. Moving through suspended time she brushed aside the slings and arrows and made her way towards him. But she was too late. Kneeling beside her beloved she kissed his lips in a moment which seems like forever as the warmth faded from them.
she opened her eyes to the cries of an infant and a smell of incense. The air heavy and the room glowed with an orangish hue. The hooded dark figures stood over her, silently, their faces hidden. They motioned for her to rise and chanting an unknown passage led her, as she stumbled away from the bloodied stone pedestal. The next room was much larger with sandstone pillars running up the irregular walls. At the far end rays of light pierced the smoke of the incense that emanated from the black orbs hanging from each pillar. Under each oillet, stood a small figure cloaked in yellow. As she drew closer, one of the figures leaped forward, throwing back her yellow hood and revealing a young girl. Nnoaj knelt down on one knee and brushed the tears from the girls face, looping her hair behind her ears. Leaning her forehead against the child's, Nnaoj whispered, "I know" as she closed her own eyes and let a tear roll down her cheek.
The re-occurring dreams of that battle she hadn't had for many years but having to fight upon those battlements and seeing the complacent Sirion nobility once again had brought them flooding back. Even now as those events are passed and far away they still grip her with their tendrils and remain fresh in her mind.
A Dove
With her purse once again full, Nnaoj felt a little more at ease. The burden of being unable to pay her men lifted and she was glad she did not need to send any more letters grovelling for family gold. The sun peaked over the horizon of the open field. It was warm. She threw off her white hood to let the infant rays caress her face; A face which only hinted at the countless summers it had seen prior. Her thoughts wandered, drifted, aloft as the clouds which dotted the soft sky. The hoof falls of horses gently escorted her mind back to herself. "Hordes of monsters to the west, the way looks impassable today m'lady". Nnaoj dismissed the rider with an elegant wave of her hand. Ahead the architecture grew denser as grassy fields and farmlands became dirt roads and the outskirts of an ill kept township. The peasantry lifelessly went about their daily routine paying little attention to the white cloaked heavily armoured men that made up her entourage. Eying the area, Nnaoj could have guess where the gold have been invested, the pockets of the tax collectors and the loosely held town council. A brief moment later a detachment returned, having located the largest manor within the town. Nnoaj placed three firm knocks on the ornate wooden gates, and politely asked the doorman to direct her to the gold. There was slight resistance at first, and quite a crowd had gathered before an arrow to the throat had fell one of the resistors. The anarchical lords decided to hand over a share of their coffers being faced with two dozen arrows and a man still alive but slowly drowning in his own blood propped up on either side by mysterious cloaked figures.
