Empires of Ashes Reboot

"Yeah... See you later." She turns, and starts walking away

he stands up straight and gives his Dracian salute as she goes.

As diana approaches, Denya Hakon Leif, stands, without shield or spear, hand on his sword hilt. He calls out. "Yinur!"

A large, bearded and moustachio'd Immortal is nearby, whittling something with his knife. Upon seeing Diana is approaching, he walks over. He's not wearing his veil.

Diana: "Belgute. Veil." She hisses as she passes him, walking towards the towering figure of Hakon Leif, with clavae knocked off the top of her list of things to be feared, Hakon Leif sat just below dragons.

Hakon: "Back from your... excursion." His voice is deep, and seems to rumble from deep in his chest, even speaking kelthrovi, he is obviously Thengulli.

Belgute sighs and puts his veil on. Unlike his commander, he is not even slightly frightened of the thengul. "Aye ma'am, How'd it go?"

Mord: “Hmm, also you can return to the dracian camp. You don’t have to sta with us if you don’t want to”

Appius: It aint so bad here.

Mordred: *Chuckles* “Suit yourself, I think I’ll pay a visit to your father”

Appius: Fair enough.

Diana: "One of my... Old comrades. Survived the battle on the bridge. I saw him when i escorted Prince Ket'Verahi... I was... Curious."

Hakon: "You should have asked leave, before quitting your patrol."
*Convinced, as he is that the dracians will turn upon them at any moment, Hakon's eyes are daubed with khol, further darkening his face beneath the helmet. And, known to the entire camp, due to the well known ritual he and a few other Thengulli perform before battle, his chest is painted in warpaint.

Mord: “Keep yourself safe” *Mordred sods off toward the Dracian camp, stopping off at his tent to change into soemthing sligtly less burnt before continuing onwards*

Belgute: *She can tell he's smiling under the veil* Good for you, ma'am! Damned lucky you got to re-unite like that.

The guards at the palisade let him into the camp, no questions asked

Hakon sighs heavily, and gives Belgute a hard look. "Do you ever shut up?"

Belgute: Only if I feel like it. I'd kill to reunite with my old lot back home. Hell, I did kill trying to reunite with my old lot.

*He walks up to Trajans tent and assuming no one stops him, politely calls for trajan, before waiting a few seconds to enter*

Hakon: "Go and ask Prince Ket'Verahi about it, He might make you ambassador to there when he sits on the throne." Sarcasm drips like rain.

Trajan's sat at the table, a drink in hand, in simple non combat dress.
Trajan: ah, nephew, good to see you.

Belgute: nah you know me, no good at that ambassador, politics shite. Anyway, How'd it go ma'am? He remember you?

Mordred: *Smiles* It’s good to see you too, doing well?

Diana: "Yes... he... he did. He is high ranking with the dracians, has the consul's ear, arranged that we met, and he offered me to return to dracia."

Hakon: "He... hmn." With that the hulking man turns and walks away, towards ket'verahi's tent.

Belgute: Let me guess. You stupid enough to turn 'im down eh?...Ma'am *he says the last word as if half heartedly trying to correct himself for speaking so casually*

Trajan: very well indeed. Just had a very enlightening conversation with one of the immortals. Former legionary, Very close with my first spear centurion.

Mordred: “How so?” *He leans against one of the wooden supports*

Trajan: you are familiar with the compositon of a century? Ten teams of 8, with everyone in an 8 doing everything together, building bonds of fellowship and comradery between them. They usually think of themselves as family. Well, She and my centurion were in the same 8.

Mordred: “And I’m guessing she was captured”

Trajan: she was... I will not go into the details, but she has suffered greatly. My centurion has been rather... driven by trying to find her. Frankly, some of the displays he's shown in battle shouldn't be possible, But I suppose rage is a hell of a painkiller.

Mordred: “That it is, atleast he stuck with your legion instead of going alone”

Trajan: it's why he joined my legion after his was devastated, actually. The 4th tends to go out of its way to free those enslaved by kelthro.

Meanwhile, Justin goes back to his cohort's command tent, where presumably his optio is

Mordred: “That sounds like a nightmare considering the stories”

Trajan: aye. But justin's strong. And I've not seen him this happy in years.

Diana: She sighs. "Shut the fuck up belgute... Not in the mood."

His optio is indeed there, a large man, with the complexion of those from the mountains, hardy folk used to dealing with the men from the unknown lands. He is at present giving a stern talking to a legionary.
"There'll be no more of this. You hear me? Bloody immortals on our doorstep and you're brawling in the road? You're in the 4th boy! Set an example to the savages, not act like one!"

Belgute: Sorry ma'am. *he nods* But.. I'm happy for you.

Justin: Indeed soldier. Now get back to your post, I need the room.

Mordred: “And that’s good to hear”

Diana: Looks at him surprised, a genuine gesture from belgute, stranger things. "..Thankyou, Belgute... lets... lets find the others, walk a patrol. I need to clear my head."

Janus: "And a new latrine pit, boy. And count yourself lucky."

The legionary salutes, and leaves swiftly. Most likely thanking the gods for the lenient punishment.

once he's gone Justin finally lets himself smile. "I found her, Janus"

Belgute: aye ma'am. Don't worry about the big guy. He'll have to go through me first.

Trajan: indeed. So how are you, nephew?

Mordred: “I am well thankyou, I made your son a new sword and we showed him to to fight should the shield wall be breached.”

Janus: "Her? As in, The her?"

Diana: "Ah yes, because the shrapnel of your spine will help me."

Justin: the Her

Belgute: *laughs* Don't sell me so short ma'am! I think I'd do a bit better than that!

Trajan: good, good. Glad to hear he's learning from you.

Mordred: *Chuckles* “May I?” *Gestures to a chair*

Trajan: of course.

Janus: "Bloody hell. How, i mean..." He pulls out a chair "sit down, tell me about it. you look like you've seen a ghost."

Mord: *sits* “What do you know of Voldamia?”

Justin: *sits* Well.. she found me to be honest. Turns out the immortals picked her up.

Trajan: Is this about your betrothed?

Janus: "Bloody hell" He sits down and leans on the table. "She's a tough girl this one, just like you said."

Mordred: “A little, I’m not too good on their culture. Been there lots, met her several times but I’m not too well acquainted with the culture”

Justin: yeah... *sighs, his tone lowering* She spoke of what she went through though... Gods I'll never forgive myself for not finding her first.

Trajan: don't want to cause a scene, I take it *chuckles*

Justin: "You fought like a dragon to find that girl. Maybe the gods sent those heathen savages to her, for you."

Justin: Maybe. It's a damn miracle we've found eachother now.

MoRdred: “Kinda, I want to know what to expect mostly”