One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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Much as Earoni spoke The Word to create life, Descist can speak The Word to end it. This Word of power is old and ancient, a divine breath known only to the gods. And upon which shall transmit their will.
Book of the Gods 12:105
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The ride through the nighttime air did wonders to clear Daphney's thoughts. Something about frigid wind striking the inside of nostrils, all while mingling with the scent of pine, was remarkably efficient at keeping the one's thoughts alert and working.
"I could literally hear the wheels in Gwen's mind grinding around during today's meeting with whatever plot she has in store ." Kilan's signature bitterness reminded the cleric she was not out here alone.
Upon the back of her mare carrying her onward, Daphney ignored him. Instead, she gazed at the night sky through the breaks in leafless branches intermixed with those of evergreens. Above them, watching them, most of Earoni's eye was obscured below the southern horizon. But what remained of the great swirl of stars still shone light upon the world, kindling a spark of hope in the cleric's heart.
And she needed it, for hope was in short supply. A sizable force of Imperial troops was cutting a swath across the land and northward towards their current location while forces from the west were advancing as well. On top of that, word had recently been received that General Nightwing, who now led the armies, had issued a proclamation of no prisoners.
Gwen Havarston had held up her end of the bargain, however. Once Daphney agreed to the demands of the more seasoned rebel leader, and they had begun coordinating with the remaining factions, Gwen's military prowess had paid off.
Despite being severely disadvantaged when it came to troop strength, and the threat of no mercy upon the battlefield, she'd already begun constructing a formidable resistance between them and the Imperial Army. All while being nowhere close to the front lines.
"It bothers you, doesn't it?" Kilan seemed determined to not let her think in peace.
"What?"
"That Gwen's telling lies to try to hold the Rebellion together. And that what aren't lies are definitely exaggerations?"
Daphney continued to stare at the sky. "I guess it probably should."
