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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Sometimes, that which is promised comes true, but not in the way we desire it to do so.
Dwarven Proverb
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"You've found something?" The harsh annoyance contained within that question could not be unheard once Lord Hedric had given it a voice. As the mountains reached skyward above them, he his posture and tone demanded an answer.
As Lady Noranda allowed her fingers to caress the hard stone surface before her, his skin bristled with the dawning of a new day. He did not weaken as he once would have under its force; his recently strengthened bond with General Nightwing and now the renewed connection with Lady Noranda's demon granting him the strength to endure the sun's stare. Hood drawn back, he allowed his golden hair and pale skin to bathe in the burgeoning sunlight despite his minor discomfort. The red glow behind the blue of his eyes was significantly less pronounced in the light of day.
"Perhaps," Noranda replied to his question. She stopped at one particular section and lingered, sensing something about how the magic in this place differed from the surroundings. "The illusion here has recently been disturbed. That disruption has created a weakness. One, I believe, we can exploit to our advantage."
"Are you saying that you found the way through? That you can break the spell?" he growled.
There was an entire legion of soldiers from his armies standing at the ready, although silently and several hundred yards back among the foothills. They were waiting for orders as Cassandra galloped up to where the Blood Lord and the Fallen Angel discussed the latest discovery. "Is there any news I can deliver to the troops?" the general asked, circling her mount in a tight rotation as it hesitated to get too close to either of them. Like it could sense their inhuman auras.
Noranda grinned. "I think so. We should be marching soon on the Mount of Carnak. Go. Ready your soldiers. Inform the riders to get their dragons aloft and to move swiftly. We must reach the shrine before your sister and her rebellious companions."
"As you wish." The general wheeled and headed back to the soldiers under her command while her own eagerness at the news remained caged and well hidden behind a business-like facade.
