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avalononline2021-04-23 07:08 pm
raven_sage) wrote in avalononline2021-04-23 07:08 pm
Entry tags:
- assassin's creed valhalla: eivor,
- avatar: the last airbender: sokka,
- avatar: the last airbender: zuko,
- fate/go: gareth,
- fire emblem awakening: olivia,
- ikemen sengoku: oda nobunaga,
- original: klaudia,
- resident evil: claire redfield,
- suikoden: yuber,
- tales of symphonia: kratos aurion,
- tokyo ghoul: re: juuzou suzuya
video, un: wolfkissed
[A panning shot of the outdoors; it appears to be a meadow by the river to the west of Camelot. Eivor speaks from off-screen]
Yes...this will do.
[The screen turns to Eivor's face; she appears to be walking as she speaks.]
The Fae Queen makes her demands and Arthur would have us mired in endless debate, but I know my course of action. Our worlds are frozen in a moment without end; I have seen this calamity for myself thanks to Ardenbury-thegn's boon. I will not waste time on debate, or to submit to these demands of trials and trade.
In my world, the kings of Christian lands pay the Danegeld, tribute offered to raiders such as our own to keep their lands from becoming our hunting grounds. Even the great emperor of Miklagard who supposedly stands above those kings pays us our due. Those who do not, we overrun and take what we wish from them ourselves. As with them, so will this Queen Mab.
Here, in this field I will build a longship, with oars to row up-river, to Celliwig. I will have warriors with me. We will find a village, or some other gathering of Mab's Fae, and we will burn it. We will burn their homes, we will burn their fields and we shall take anything of value that we like. We will send a message to Queen Mab that she will pay our Danegeld; whatever relic, knowledge or power that she possesses that will help undo this calamity, she will surrender...or all of Celliwig becomes our hunting ground.
I need warriors for this raid, and to assist in the building of the longship. We must transport the materials from Camelot to this location to build the ship. The Fae are said to possess illusions, and I will need people with the ability to dispel this magic. I know such power exists, and we will need it for this venture to succeed.
Come with me, and your reward will be this; whatever you take, you keep. Your spoils will be your own. If any Fae draw their blades against you, deal with them as you like, as warriors, and take from them what you will. But know this, any Fae who flee or cower before us, they are to be left alone. Anyone who takes a life in such dishonour will forfeit their spoils and will answer to me, besides. This is about sending a message to Queen Mab that we will not submit to her demands or dance to her song. And we will need someone to deliver that message to her.
If you would join me, come to the docks at New Camelot. That is where the materials we will need for our longship are. And we will make ready to go a-viking.
Yes...this will do.
[The screen turns to Eivor's face; she appears to be walking as she speaks.]
The Fae Queen makes her demands and Arthur would have us mired in endless debate, but I know my course of action. Our worlds are frozen in a moment without end; I have seen this calamity for myself thanks to Ardenbury-thegn's boon. I will not waste time on debate, or to submit to these demands of trials and trade.
In my world, the kings of Christian lands pay the Danegeld, tribute offered to raiders such as our own to keep their lands from becoming our hunting grounds. Even the great emperor of Miklagard who supposedly stands above those kings pays us our due. Those who do not, we overrun and take what we wish from them ourselves. As with them, so will this Queen Mab.
Here, in this field I will build a longship, with oars to row up-river, to Celliwig. I will have warriors with me. We will find a village, or some other gathering of Mab's Fae, and we will burn it. We will burn their homes, we will burn their fields and we shall take anything of value that we like. We will send a message to Queen Mab that she will pay our Danegeld; whatever relic, knowledge or power that she possesses that will help undo this calamity, she will surrender...or all of Celliwig becomes our hunting ground.
I need warriors for this raid, and to assist in the building of the longship. We must transport the materials from Camelot to this location to build the ship. The Fae are said to possess illusions, and I will need people with the ability to dispel this magic. I know such power exists, and we will need it for this venture to succeed.
Come with me, and your reward will be this; whatever you take, you keep. Your spoils will be your own. If any Fae draw their blades against you, deal with them as you like, as warriors, and take from them what you will. But know this, any Fae who flee or cower before us, they are to be left alone. Anyone who takes a life in such dishonour will forfeit their spoils and will answer to me, besides. This is about sending a message to Queen Mab that we will not submit to her demands or dance to her song. And we will need someone to deliver that message to her.
If you would join me, come to the docks at New Camelot. That is where the materials we will need for our longship are. And we will make ready to go a-viking.
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My King is a good King, I can say with confidence. You won't find a better, more honorable group of warriors than the Knights of the Round Table.
[ So she goes with something that was, at least, true when she was still around to account for it. ]
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The Jotun were tricksters and sorcerers, but it was Odin and the Aesir who bested them, time and again. The Fae's illusions can be shattered, and together, we can bring your King Arthur the secret Mab guards so jealously. A worthy prize, eh? What say you?
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Truth was, she did love questing, the thrill of fighting someone who challenged her skills. She itched for adventure and being Out There And Doing Stuff...
... But it still didn't feel right. And Gareth, heart on her sleeve as always, hid none of that in how her expression shifted away from that smile, once more. She sighs, shaking her head. ]
I know my King well... and they wouldn't approve of me doing any of that. And no amount of glory in a thrilling, fleeting moment can ease away the sting of seeing the look of disappointment they'd give me for breaking from chivalry to do so.
[ Artoria, after all, wasn't just her King, she was... family. And family mattered above all else, to her. ]
What's more, I'm not sure I'd be very proud of myself, in the end. Forsaking chivalry, something I've dedicated my entire life to upholding, for this, even if I understand why you're doing it... I wouldn't be able to look at myself with any kind of pride.
[ Another sigh, she at least manages to pinch her eyes for a moment, and turn them towards the other woman. ]
It's not my way. I hope you understand.
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I do not know this chivalry of which you speak, but I know of loyalty to one's jarl and kin, and of sworn oaths. It is those same principles that compel to me to sail to Celliwig.
I understand, Gareth Lotsdottir, and we part as friends. Should you ever wish to hear tales of your ancestors however, feel free to seek me out, and I will share what I know over roaring fire and tankards of ale. You shall walk in the company of heroes that night!
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I'll bake you something from an old Northern recipe, too. A bit of home, as much as I can help with, anyways.
[ But, another note... ]
And... please be patient with some of the others replying. They're not cowards, they're just... a lot of them have lived in worlds where their survival wasn't tied to raiding, like yours was. They haven't walked in your boots, so to speak. And in turn, you haven't walked in theirs.
Extend a hand as friend to them, even if you disagree on this method. Try to see where they're coming from. Give them the same chance you gave me, to explain themselves.
[ Mostly because, she could tell, just from this conversation, that Eivor was capable of that much. She listened to Gareth, after all, and understood and even respected, her disagreement. That spoke volumes about this woman she just met, as far as Gareth was concerned. ]
The wardrum doesn't beat in everyone's heart, and even if it does, the beat may be different.