- Pronouns
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- TNP Nation
- Prydania
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Norsia, 14th Century
Swords clashed against shields, Harald grinning underneath his helmet and face guard.
"You'll have to kill me first, and if you do I'll know both grace and glory" he called out. He had a frenzied look in his eyes, finding a sense of peace in battle. This...this was his element. His blood flowed hot, his hand gripped the hilt of his blade. The blood, dirt, sweat. It swirled in the air around him.
He clashed with Valis again, their horses colliding and tossing both off. The earth seemed to team under Harald. A sense of closeness, a sense of primal energy running from it through his body. Did Valis sense it? Yes. Yes he must have. He could see it in his eyes.
"We've taken what we can, in the name of our faith!" he called out with a grin.
"Only a fool would expect others to settle for anything less!" he called out, charging the Trien Lord as his army fought with the Horde at the gates of Lusovo, the storm clouds above growing heavy and dark with rain. The roar of thunder beginning in the distance and rolling closer.
Eduard turned his horse from the hill overlooking the the battle. He'd seen enough, and he closed his eyes briefly, to tearfully morn Harald's end. He could see it. He'd fought enough battles to know what would happen. He could curse his lover's stubborn stupidity later, though, as it would be for naught if he didn't act.
"Your Majesty" he called out, dismounting his horse as he entered King Robert's tent.
"We need to turn now, back to the border."
Robert stood, the sword Jægerblað hanging from his hip. Not that he'd know what to do with it if he had to.
"Thane Jórvík tells me that the battle isn't lost" he said, causing Eduard to give the Thane a menacing glance.
"The Trien Horde will overwhelm your brother's army. We could join him in battle, but there is no guarantee it'll be enough. If my men fall? No one will be able to safeguard you, Your Majesty. Or protect the march. We need to turn now, while your brother and his men can still hold the Horde off. And before the rain can slow our retreat. If we leave now Prince Harald and the rain should be our ally, not our obstacle."
"You're asking your King to leave the field of battle while he still has a chance to seize victory! The very notion of it is treasonous. A less privileged man would die from a blood eagle. Then again you are allowed your share of proclivities, are you not?" Thane Jórvík replied with a self-satisfied smirk.
Eduard, however, was not having any of his barbs.
"Your people know a blood eagle better than most, Bayardi" he sneered, "and I will not be accused of treason for protecting my King while his own brother risks his life for him. I'm afraid neither I or Prince Harald have your sense of self-preservation" he finished before turning, leaving the tent to bark orders at his men.
"We move out at once! Back, to the sea and across the border! The Knights of the Storm will protect the King, the rest guard the rear!"
"What are you doing?" Jórvík barked, following him with King Robert in tow. "His Majesty has given no such order!"
Eduard looked to Robert and back to Jórvík.
"I am Lord Commander of the Knights of the Storm. Royal Executor. I speak for the King. And what I say is his law. His command. Unless he says otherwise."
Eduard looked to King Robert. He slowly nodded.
"The Lord Commander's orders should be followed" he said softly, his breath shaking. Jórvík looked on shocked, only to be disregarded by Eduard, who went about ordering the retreat.
Jórvík attempted to get Robert to reconsider, but the Thane's pleas fell on deaf ears. All Robert could do was observe the fighting from Lusovo. He had come so close...
Norsia 21st Century
Tobias nodded. "I'll have Ambassador Kofoed inform General Eiderwig at once. I'm glad to hear he's been a positive force in Dornnitz. I'd say he'll be happy to head home but if I know my elder cousin? He's probably the happiest he's ever been keeping the peace" he chuckled. It was true. Overseeing an occupation with military efficiency was Thane Kresten Eiderwig's idea of heaven. In all likelihood. One could hardly imagine the man truly "happy" in any circumstance.
Tobias' face grew a bit dour as Alycia mentioned the second Harrier.
"I know exactly what you're talking about" he said softly, leaning back in his chair. "General Eiderwig ordered a number of scouting parties to look for the pilot after Dornnitz was secure. They found the wreckage. No body though..." he sighed.
"I was told that it was determined that the pilot probably died of exposure after sustaining an injury. She probably died out in the wilderness..." his voice was heavy.
"I personally called her fiance, to inform him of her MIA status. Lt. Lise Abildgaard..." he looked at Alycia.
"People fought in my name for fifteen years. Many of them died. She was the first though, the first to die in service to Prydania, on my orders..." he paused, only to force himself to smile.
"If you could help, help locate her body. It would mean the world to her family and fiance, I know it would" he added.
"I'm not so naive to be unnerved at the idea that I won't have to send good men and women to die...but I really don't want anyone who dies because of me to do so in vain. That's why this railway network is so important Alycia" he said with a genuine smile.
"The Bergum Pact is one thing, but if we can start the inter-connectivity of Craviter, imagine. It's a greater step towards peace. One day someone might even be able to take a train from Beaconsviði to Lusovo, through Bergum and into Cogoria."
His smile grew a bit as he shared this dream.
"Prydania, Maloria, Kanada, Norsia...even Cogoria. You and I could start it all together."
Swords clashed against shields, Harald grinning underneath his helmet and face guard.
"You'll have to kill me first, and if you do I'll know both grace and glory" he called out. He had a frenzied look in his eyes, finding a sense of peace in battle. This...this was his element. His blood flowed hot, his hand gripped the hilt of his blade. The blood, dirt, sweat. It swirled in the air around him.
He clashed with Valis again, their horses colliding and tossing both off. The earth seemed to team under Harald. A sense of closeness, a sense of primal energy running from it through his body. Did Valis sense it? Yes. Yes he must have. He could see it in his eyes.
"We've taken what we can, in the name of our faith!" he called out with a grin.
"Only a fool would expect others to settle for anything less!" he called out, charging the Trien Lord as his army fought with the Horde at the gates of Lusovo, the storm clouds above growing heavy and dark with rain. The roar of thunder beginning in the distance and rolling closer.
Eduard turned his horse from the hill overlooking the the battle. He'd seen enough, and he closed his eyes briefly, to tearfully morn Harald's end. He could see it. He'd fought enough battles to know what would happen. He could curse his lover's stubborn stupidity later, though, as it would be for naught if he didn't act.
"Your Majesty" he called out, dismounting his horse as he entered King Robert's tent.
"We need to turn now, back to the border."
Robert stood, the sword Jægerblað hanging from his hip. Not that he'd know what to do with it if he had to.
"Thane Jórvík tells me that the battle isn't lost" he said, causing Eduard to give the Thane a menacing glance.
"The Trien Horde will overwhelm your brother's army. We could join him in battle, but there is no guarantee it'll be enough. If my men fall? No one will be able to safeguard you, Your Majesty. Or protect the march. We need to turn now, while your brother and his men can still hold the Horde off. And before the rain can slow our retreat. If we leave now Prince Harald and the rain should be our ally, not our obstacle."
"You're asking your King to leave the field of battle while he still has a chance to seize victory! The very notion of it is treasonous. A less privileged man would die from a blood eagle. Then again you are allowed your share of proclivities, are you not?" Thane Jórvík replied with a self-satisfied smirk.
Eduard, however, was not having any of his barbs.
"Your people know a blood eagle better than most, Bayardi" he sneered, "and I will not be accused of treason for protecting my King while his own brother risks his life for him. I'm afraid neither I or Prince Harald have your sense of self-preservation" he finished before turning, leaving the tent to bark orders at his men.
"We move out at once! Back, to the sea and across the border! The Knights of the Storm will protect the King, the rest guard the rear!"
"What are you doing?" Jórvík barked, following him with King Robert in tow. "His Majesty has given no such order!"
Eduard looked to Robert and back to Jórvík.
"I am Lord Commander of the Knights of the Storm. Royal Executor. I speak for the King. And what I say is his law. His command. Unless he says otherwise."
Eduard looked to King Robert. He slowly nodded.
"The Lord Commander's orders should be followed" he said softly, his breath shaking. Jórvík looked on shocked, only to be disregarded by Eduard, who went about ordering the retreat.
Jórvík attempted to get Robert to reconsider, but the Thane's pleas fell on deaf ears. All Robert could do was observe the fighting from Lusovo. He had come so close...
Norsia 21st Century
Tobias nodded. "I'll have Ambassador Kofoed inform General Eiderwig at once. I'm glad to hear he's been a positive force in Dornnitz. I'd say he'll be happy to head home but if I know my elder cousin? He's probably the happiest he's ever been keeping the peace" he chuckled. It was true. Overseeing an occupation with military efficiency was Thane Kresten Eiderwig's idea of heaven. In all likelihood. One could hardly imagine the man truly "happy" in any circumstance.
Tobias' face grew a bit dour as Alycia mentioned the second Harrier.
"I know exactly what you're talking about" he said softly, leaning back in his chair. "General Eiderwig ordered a number of scouting parties to look for the pilot after Dornnitz was secure. They found the wreckage. No body though..." he sighed.
"I was told that it was determined that the pilot probably died of exposure after sustaining an injury. She probably died out in the wilderness..." his voice was heavy.
"I personally called her fiance, to inform him of her MIA status. Lt. Lise Abildgaard..." he looked at Alycia.
"People fought in my name for fifteen years. Many of them died. She was the first though, the first to die in service to Prydania, on my orders..." he paused, only to force himself to smile.
"If you could help, help locate her body. It would mean the world to her family and fiance, I know it would" he added.
"I'm not so naive to be unnerved at the idea that I won't have to send good men and women to die...but I really don't want anyone who dies because of me to do so in vain. That's why this railway network is so important Alycia" he said with a genuine smile.
"The Bergum Pact is one thing, but if we can start the inter-connectivity of Craviter, imagine. It's a greater step towards peace. One day someone might even be able to take a train from Beaconsviði to Lusovo, through Bergum and into Cogoria."
His smile grew a bit as he shared this dream.
"Prydania, Maloria, Kanada, Norsia...even Cogoria. You and I could start it all together."
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