Itor Boss: Perdan v. Yssrgard Conflict: Difference between revisions

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 All taking place the day after Perdan's defender victory.
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 The last bit was a lie. In truth, what Amelara said had some truth to it. But none could know that words were all it took to penetrate the armor she had built up over a decade. It was nothing a few bottles and smashing some furniture could not fix.
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+|Content=With the battle coming to a decisive end, her unit and her charged forward to see what they could scavenge off of the battlefield. Suddenly, there was a shout from one them, calling for her attention. Walking over, a huge grin crossed her face as they pulled out a Perdanese noble trying to avoid capture. By the sigil, it looked to be Oliver. "Excellent work! This will make a glorious prize! Bring him back to the encampment and lock him up. Perhaps we will tie him in the center of camp to watch our celebrations." She paused as she cupped his chin in her hands. "Or maybe back to my personal tent." Inspecting him over, she shook her head. "Or maybe not. He is more suited for the sacrifice pyre." She stated sarcastically. If they were going to spread falsehoods about them, might as well make sure they are fearful at least.
+As they marched back into camp, her demeanor was drastically different compared to the last battle. Now, men and women came up to her with drinks as she chugged one after another down, toasting with each. As she reached her tent, Hadronia appeared with a special bottle of wine. "Mistress, I saved this last bottle of Sirion wine away from your sights so you might enjoy it for such an occassion." Taking it, Adrianna clapped her on the back.
+"Hadronia, did I ever tell you that you are too kind for how I treat you sometimes." She laughed as she went into her tent to change out of her armor. While most did not do so, Adrianna did always like to dress up a bit more for such occasions. Which led to quite a situation as Patriacc came bumbling in. Hearing the cask slam on the table, Adrianna turned around, rather angry even if it was him. For she was in the middle of slipping on her favorite blood red dress she liked to wear for nights like this, and Patriacc had caught her still just in undergarments.
+As he embraced her in a hug, she shimmered in fury for a second before pushing him away. "Yes, victory is ours! And how many times have I told you to knock before just walking in. I get you like the view, but you have your own pup now for that." She huffed as she finished putting on the dress, though her warpaint was still on, making for quite the look. Inspecting his axe, she grinned. "I had heard reports that you met her in battle! A glorious day indeed for you to have felled her. Tell me, do you also have her head to accompany it?"
+Picking up the wine, she toasted Patriacc after asking, "Why yes! Must be embarrassing to be captured by archers, but my troops had something to prove after yesterday. It's some Oliver who rots alone in our prison tent. I've yet to decide what to do with him. Though I did jokingly suggest sacrifice. Ya know, gotta keep up appearances to them!"
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