Daubeny Family/Elizabeth/In Her Name

(Credit to Auru'in for his parts.)

Roleplay from Valian Stone Daubeny Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (12 recipients) - 1 hour, 27 minutes ago Valian limped into Ossmat, thirteen of the Silver Shields behind him, the barricaded the city opened the gates and he passed through he made his way into the Inquisitorial Stronghold.

He walked for a time, the normal thirteen minute walk taking him nearly thiry agonizing minutes, his ribs hurt from where they had been broken, he came into the hallway leading to her office.

He approached the door and knocked "Yxe, it's me, I am back."

Roleplay from Yxevarii Auru'in Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (12 recipients) - 1 hour, 26 minutes ago Yxevarii cocks an eyebrow, motioning for Valian to take a seat before a swath of diagrams detailing the vulnerabilities and manpower of various Mordokian enclaves.

"What in the nether hells happened, boy?"

Roleplay from Valian Stone Daubeny Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (12 recipients) - 1 hour, 10 minutes ago Valian opened the door and limped into the room, he stumbled and collapsed into the chair.

He groaned as a stab of pain went up his chest, he sighed "Sorry Yxe, I went to Mekoter to get scouts, got caught by the rouges, there's so many of them."

He gave a pained smile "Gave as good as I got though and now with the elections, Liz is finally safe from that mad man."

Roleplay from Yxevarii Auru'in Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (12 recipients) - 55 minutes ago Yxevarii merely sighs.

"I'm glad you two managed to not die, for what its worth. What of Vahanian? I've not heard from him since you both fell in battle. What the hell happened, exactly? Don't tell me you fools were arguing and got ambushed... Frankly I wouldn't put it past you two. You, I can understand, but Vahanian? Much as the man infuriates me to no end, he's a damn fine tactician. I've never known him to put himself in a position to be utterly obliterated this way. Old bastard must really want me dead to ride hard for Ossmat and ignore the dangers of the traverse... Which makes me question his state of mind entirely."

Another sigh escapes her lips, this one ragged and deep. The weight of the world has grown heavier of late - her wrinkles more prominent. In rare moments, her telltale stoicism fails - only to reveal... something.

Roleplay from Valian Stone Daubeny Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (12 recipients) - 49 minutes ago Valian shrugged "We just ran across each other, I was about ready to well..." He sighed "We got hit hard, too fast to even realize, we formed up our shield wall but they just broke through, I can't remember much, just the lads dragging me out of there and back to safety.

He lowered his head in shame "I-i don't know what happened to him, I know he's alive but where, I can't say, I don't know his condition but I do know he is still dead set on killing you."

He held up his orders that were given to him "So, Pomatim? Why there, why are we going there of all places?"

Roleplay from Yxevarii Auru'in Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (12 recipients) - 39 minutes ago Rage. That is what spills forth from twin portals when the mask slips for but a moment. Pure, insurmountable rage - for only a moment before calm takes its rightful place once more.

"Elshon. F*ckin'. Geg. Pomatim is his seat of power - the primary enclave of the Mordokian cult within his personal domain. Last I heard, it was under catastrophic assault by rogue hordes. Assuming I could slip in unnoticed, I'll burn the womb of that hellish cult to the ground. Retribution for the men and women they've slain; for those they burned alive and consumed in ritualistic form. An act so reviled, those who once turned a blind eye have begun to act against Mordok. I will burn out their heresy until even the stain of their existence is lost to history. Not even Vahanian can stop me, unless the fool so chooses to attack while I am fulfilling my sacred duties... Thereby aiding heretics and directly counteracting the commandments of Prelate Carstein upon the declaration of holy crusade. A crusade which, I might remind you, has never been retracted nor declared any end to. One which we've simply been too occupied to otherwise pursue."

Roleplay from Valian Stone Daubeny Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (12 recipients) - 29 minutes ago Valian fliched as Yxevarii's tempers flowed through her words that echoed through the room and down out into the hall.

He was shocked his brown eyes showing as much as he blinked before giving Yxevarii a smirk "And they say the Lady of Ossmat has only bark." He nodded, looking at the reports "Now's the best time, only obstacle is Gemke, hmmm, Aye."

He looked back up "Their sins are unforgivable, there will be no mercy, I'm with you." He put out his right hand and rested it on her shoulder "We will make them regret ever existing, I promise, they won't get away with this."

Roleplay from Yxevarii Auru'in Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (12 recipients) - 10 minutes ago Yxevarii nods. "Anger is a tool best wielded at opportune moments... I reserve mine for those undeserving of mercy. Tis a short list, but one I will see wiped clean at the cost of my life - but not those of my brothers and sisters. You may accompany me if you so wish, but... If things spiral out of control... Go home. That is all I ask. Nay; command."

Her glare is harsh but well-meaning; like a mother hoping her child learns the dangers of an open flame without the sacrifice of tender fingertips.

"My time grows thin, Valian - as does Vahanians. All men face a choice - to wither away on their deathbeds, or make something of their final days. You're still young. Elizabeth more-so. I will not see your life sacrificed for the sake of bitter old fools whose time has come and gone. I've made my choice, and so has Vahanian. Whether or not he'll manage to keep up with me as I rampage across Thalmarkin... Well, he's not one to give up, is he. One way or another, this will culminate. I will not strike first, as Grand Prelate commanded - but Vahanian? I fear this embarrassing ordeal of his wounding will only serve to fan the flames of his rage."

The third sigh escapes - this one seemingly of disappointment.

"Somewhere along the line, he lost his sense of self. Somedays I wonder if anger and hate are the only things keeping that shriveled husk of a man alive. Once in a blue moon, you can hear his nightmarish screams clear through his manor door. Wouldn't be surprised if that's how he banishes the demons that dance in the darkest recesses of his mind. Not through tranquil meditation, or prayer, but through battle and the unveiling of primal rage. I'd almost feel pity, if I wasn't in a similar boat myself..."

She chuckles sarcastically, "does he believe that, should he lay down his sword and take the nonviolent route, he'd lose the last vestige of identity and collapse into naught but resentment and ash? Somehow I doubt even he knows."

Her eyes fill with pride, then sadness. Nostalgia through and through.

"He was glorious once, you know? Watching him upon the field of battle not unlike witnessing a living work of art. We were dancers, one and all - weaving death upon all who might threaten Obia'syela. Alas... Time makes parodies of us all."