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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And darkness comes from the light and light from the darkness. A shattered mirror bearing two faces such that all is asunder and undone at the hands of the Fates.
Dwarven prophecy
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Wiping clean her blade, Cassandra returned the now blood-free graysteel saber to its sheath at her side. "Apology accepted," she said with an unemotional chill. Spinning on her heel, she removed herself from the presence of the lifeless soldier while the pool of red upon the ground continued to spread out around him. As she left the scene, the general proceeded with a subsequent order. "I want my sister found. Am I clear?
Matching her steps as though he were a well-trained dog, Halond absorbed her request like a sponge, even as he glanced back at the dead soldier.
His failure to respond with any semblance of promptness caused Cassandra to turn her head to find out why. There was an immediate recognition on her part as to what was distracting his attention. "Do you have a problem, Major?" Her demeanor was pure business, never breaking stride as a guard posted at the entrance to her command tent pulled back the flap for the general to enter.
Following her in, there was a distinct dodge in Halond's reply. "Far be it from me to ever question your success or your methods, General."
Cassandra walked around her table until she stood at the side opposite the entrance and facing the once more closed flap. Dragging her eyes across the stacks of maps before her, she resumed studying them with the same intensity as she had before the latest distraction. "But you don't entirely agree with them?" She looked up, recognizing that her subordinate had not come too close. He'd stopped a significant distance away from her, and the sight of this man keeping his cautious distance drew a smile as biting as any words.
"I'm all for strict discipline, Ma'am." He tugged on the cuffs of his sleeves, stretching them out over his wrists in a nervous twitch. "I don't disagree with your philosophy on that aspect."
"Then on what aspect do you disagree?"
Halond added another pause to the conversation before proceeding to say anything. "Are you giving me permission to speak freely, General?"
