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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Wars are often fought only because one side does not see the wisdom in yielding.
Carmon Dagarth, Blood Lord
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The road up the sacred mountain displayed a faint record of hoofprints in its loose soil. A sign that others had come this way only a few days before.
The light gray steed carrying Lord Hedric along the journey was as pale as his skin had been not all that long ago. The Blood Lord's complexion had acquired a more normal tone as of late; the flesh exhibiting a decidedly pinker hue.
Upon the Blood Lord's face, sat an expression most would have found bizarre considering his reputation as a viscous tyrant. Pulling at the corners of his mouth, some might have called it a smile. There was even a slight laugh that accompanied it, speaking of a joy yearning to be let free after a long and tortuous confinement.
The sight and sound drew a comment from the man, his uniform bearing the insignia of his newly bestowed rank of Commander, riding along with him.
"Sir?" Halond asked, his own horse only about two paces behind the Blood Lord's lead. "Did you say something, my Lord?"
Basking in the light of day, Lars had still not gotten used to once again being openly in the presence of others aside from Lady Noranda, his generals, and a few select others. Throughout the tenure of his curse, one that made him cower in the darkness and shadows for so long, his reclusive status caused such idiosyncrasies to seem odd to those who now observed them. He presumed that reality, which had come to play a dominate role in his life for nearly two centuries, only further added to the seeds of fear and mistrust grown in the minds of so many towards him.
People always dreaded what they couldn't see and didn't understand.
Realizing his emotions showed more outwardly than intended, Lars eased any concern there might have been within the soldier accompanying him and fearing he had possibly missed something important. "No," Lars replied, understanding the climb had been a wearing ordeal on his army as the main force lagged behind. His energy, on the other hand, felt limitless. "Just a sense of relief, if I am allowed to indulge in such a thing?"
