Empires of Ashes Reboot

Ket: "The important conversations were over. Please, report." *he smiles, a action that continues to be odd*

Theresa: Honestly sir, not much to report. We managed to catch the last few runners from that last battle. Silenced em for you sir. No chance the enemy will get any word of what happened for a good while now.

Ket stands up, picks up his helmet, and gestures vaguely at her with it. "That is the first good news 've had in days. Thankyou." he tosses his helmet from hand to hand

Trajan: agreed. Well done, My lady.
Theresa: thankyou sir. *sees Hakon's daggar staring* You want something big boy? I know I aint ugly but I aint exactly a fukin siren.

*an inch of steel is drawn, and ket snaps at him.* "Hakon! Come now, the girl means no harm." Then turns back to theresa. "But i would appreciate you not antagonizing him."

Theresa: aye sir, as ye say. Though I'd appreciate muscles over here not gazin at me assets if ye get my drift.

Ket shakes his head a little, and looks up at the roof, as if to say 'Kids these days' or words to such an effect. "Hakon. Would you oblige?"

With a disgruntled exhale, he turns his head, and fixes his gaze on some point in space

Theresa: Alright alright, I'll keep me gob shut if ye'd rather. *she chuckles* Not used to you kelthrovi lot bein so sensitive.

Ket: "His tan may speak otherwise, but Hakon is not kelthrovi, at least not of birth. In that department, i think he and you have something in common."

she looks at him, then grins
"Aaaah, Thought ye were a bit big fer a desert dweller"

Hakon looks down at her, without daggers in his eyes for once. And in the thengul tongue, somewhat leadenly, as if he had not used it in some time. "And you are short for a daughter of the snows."

Theresa: aye, got some midget genes in me eh?

A single chuckle rumbles up from inside hakon, his shoulders rise about half a foot.

she grins at that
"So yer not all muscle n glaring"

His veil twitches up, a very subtle movement, perhaps indicative of a smile. "Only mostly."

Ket leans on the table, and whispers not so quietly to trajan. "Isn't this cute."

Meanwhile, Diana approaches the dracian camp.

Trajan grins and takes a sip of his drink
Theresa: *still in thengeri* So you work with the desert lads eh?

Guard: Who goes there!

Hakon: "There is much work to be done here. Black work."

Diana: "Yinnuri Diana. I am here to meet with First Spear Justinian."

Theresa: yer not wrong. *she gestures to the teardrop* I know that all too well

Guard: *Nods* Let her through! He's in his tent, third one on the left.

Hakon: He nods slowly. "We bear out burdens, of dark times."

She walks to justins tent, and stands in front of it for a few seconds in indecision.

Theresa: And we all got our ways o' fightin back eh?

Justinian emerges a moment later, almost jumping in surprise upon seeing her. That beaming smile quickly makes its way across his face. "Diana!"

Hakon: "Did you hear of the Khalatta revolt? Perhaps it was before your time."

Diana: "Justinian." Her veil twitches.

Theresa: aye, not familiar with that one

Justin: Sorry*chuckles* Took me by surprise is all.

Hakon: "Glory days. But now is perhaps not the time."

Diana: "Well, i did say i would come by."

Theresa: aye, if ye say so

Justin: You did *smiles* Come in, come in, theres no one else around, and I have some time on my hands.

After a few moments of silence, ket speaks. "Well, i suppose thats that."

Diana: "I have a few spare minutes."

Trajan: Seems so.

Justin shows her in. Theres a table with a few chairs around it, and some wine laid out atop it.

Ket: "A short nap, and on with the march."

Diana: "This is... nice."

Trajan: Aye, should be smooth sailing from here to the city.

Justinian: Would you like a drink?

Ket: "And you jinxed it."

Diana: "Ah... I probably shouldn't drink."

Trajan: Maybe *chuckles* maybe

Justin: not even a little?

Diana: "Alcohol though..."

Ket: "Well, I shall see you tomorrow for our daily chat, then."

Justin: Fair enough. *he offers her a seat*

Trajan: very well then. Farewell.

*She sits, and takes off her helmet.*

*ket leaves i guess*

Justin sits down next to her, putting his own helmet on the table. She can tell he hasn't shaved in a few days. She also remembers that's against regulations.

Diana: "Are You... alright justinian?"

Justin: *he pauses. his smile diminishing as he considers his choice of words* I've... not been sleeping well recently. Bad dreams...memories too.

*When Theresa reaches her tent she notices a man wearing scale armour feeding her direwolf. He’s obviously not Dracian, with nearly black shoulder length hair and an ornate golden torc on his left arm*

theresa: Can I help you mate?

Mordred: “You can actually” *He rubs the wolfs head and stand, turning to her*
“I’d like to know about Dracia’s auxiliaries, if you wouldn’t mind”

Theresa: That so? and who might you be fancy pants?

Mordred: “Prince Mordred of Cymrai, eldest son to the king and heir to his throne”

"Oh shite" she quickly salutes him, snapping to attention

Diana "Do you... do you want to talk about it?"

Mordred: *Chuckles in amusement* “No need to salute me, this is purely a casual conversation”

Justin: I... I've seen things, Diana. Horrible, horrible things. LI was the worst but... there are others. And no matter what I do, I can't forget them. Not a single detail. *he's started trembling a little* And even then... *sighs* They're nothing compared to what my own imagination inflicts upon me.

Theresa: Didn't realise you were actually important

Mordred: “I try not to look too important, assassins like it if you stand out”

Theresa: that so? smart that.

Diana: "hey... Its okay." She puts a hand on his, and takes off her helmet*

Justin: Every time... every single time we failed, every time we couldn't rescue the people who needed us... the thoughts of what they were going through... how they were suffering... they got worse every time. *Diana gets the impression he means someone specific by 'they'*