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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There have been so many times I could have lost hope. But now, despite my sorrow and my loss, I have more of it than ever before knowing the Child of the Storm has finally come. I always doubted that this day would come until it arrived.
Journal of Daphney Crenst 32nd of Taru Des, 6199
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"Steep discount my ass." Perched in the saddle of her newly procured mount, Sheala swayed back and forth, attempting to find comfort. Leaving the rebel allied farm Lagos Dunn had directed them to, a full day east of Mours Towers and the Sagon Wall now far behind them, the thief who'd grown up on the streets of Catersburg summarized the bluntness of her feelings one more time. "Paid as much for these geldings as a team of top tier stallions would cost. And the tack certainly wasn't a steal either. I don't care what he claimed. Damn stuff's more worn out than the village whore."
"Oh, quit your bellyaching." Reane considered the now lighter purse on her belt. "Not like you were the one shelling out the gold for them."
"I think they handle beautifully," Sayra added. With Sheetah perched on the back of her saddle, wings out and warming in the sun, the elven woman patted the disheveled main of her salt and pepper mount while it trotted along with blissul unawareness. "It beats walking, that's for sure."
Anthony followed the elf with his own assessment. "There isn't much of a selection to be had these days, I'm afraid. Not with the Empire pillaging every able-bodied mount they can lay hands on from anyone who owns one. Citizens have been protesting about the confiscations since they started five years ago. The fact that our new friend had two dozen somewhat respectable, if not less than premium, mounts for us to choose from amazes me."
Brentai took his turn to join in the conversation. "Never really cared much for riding, myself." He shifted in his saddle as though it truly pained him while adjusting the sash of knives across his chest. "We Pelsan's always assumed we were given two good legs for a reason."
"I just hope our other new friend doesn't feel slighted that we didn't buy him one as well."
"Somehow, Anthony?" Reane said with a smile. "I don't think he'll mind,"
