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❛ Lady of Maelúir Síocháin❜
turn 4: winter
Soft footprints were made as the Lady of Maelúir Síocháin made her way down the aisle underneath the canopy of the arching branches of the trees. White frost covered the leaves, while the twinkling of crystallized icicles decorated the archway as she moved away from the council that was held in Tírféach.
Her eyes gazed at the icicles for a moment longer, a small amused smile making its way towards her lip, remembering Nerisse's attempt to create an ice sculpture of the glittery Lord Montague. The memory brought back the image of Nerisse's expectant face, her delicate features contorted with a mix of hope and apprehension as she presented her masterpiece to Lord Montague. Siofra recalled the split second of realization in Nerisse's eyes, a fleeting moment of disbelief and wounded pride when Lord Montague politely declined the tribute. The fae's reaction was a mosaic of emotions—surprise at the unexpected rejection, a hint of indignation at the implication that her creation wasn't perfect, and a subtle pang of vulnerability that briefly shattered her haughty facade. It was a moment she wouldn't forget, a glimpse behind the veil of fae pride and perfectionism.
Siofra rarely liked spending her days with her kin, finding more enthusiasm learning from those living in Gloine Luí (Amberglow) and An Baile Cruach (Crescentborough).
The council was fraught with discussions about the fate of the First City, the neighboring nation devastated by an ancient dragon. Siofra discussed possible outcomes and plans, weighing the options and responsibilities that came with assisting in such dire circumstances. As she distanced herself from the council chambers, Siofra's mind returned and lingered on the letter from Tarlius Tribune Diana. The contents detailed a local trade syndicate's humanitarian mission, seeking support in rebuilding and dealing with the survivors of the city's destruction. The letter spoke of a new government rising from the ruins and the harsh fate awaiting the nefarious survivors. Siofra felt conflicted, knowing that most would not exit alive under such circumstances and knew her days of peace were numbered. Her duty is to the people of her land, the ones who looked upon her for guidance. But, insecurity weighed in her mind, not confident in her ability to lead with strength.
"Don't be so lost in thought, deirfiúrín. We wouldn't want unwanted visitors in your mind,"
At the sound of her sisters' voices echoing in her ears, Siofra's muscles tensed involuntarily, a subtle reaction that she quickly masked with a composed facade. She couldn't fathom why she was different from her kin, often lost in her thoughts and feeling disconnected.
"At it again, Bebhinn?"
"Indeed, Medb. But remember, curiosity can lead to unexpected discoveries."
A sharp pang pierced her chest, a quiet whimper escaping her. It had been a year since she was unwillingly taken back to the Feywilds after facing the Gorgon last spring. She had recovered fully but not before her sisters had their grasp on her. It wasn't until a few weeks later that she returned to Maeluir Siochain, where Golfrax was still found in the grove. She found comfort in seeing him there, steadfast and unwavering.
Upon her return to Maelúir Síocháin, Isadari's debt to Siofra was paid, taking her under her wing, their training sessions finished quickly as it started. Grimtoof became her trusted aide, his loyalty evident in every protective gesture he made towards her and her dragons.
As the seasons passed and winter descended upon Maelúir Síocháin, Lord Montague's arrival brought a burst of theatrical energy to the already enchanting land. The Over the Mountain Theatre Troupe's performance echoed through the forest, drawing interest and understanding to Siofra. The sparkling aftermath of the play created an atmosphere of warmth and joy amidst the winter chill.
Moreover, she was impressed by Lord Han’s calm demeanor and countenance, aiding her in freeing more of those who had been stoned. His presence symbolised a beacon of hope in the darkest corners of the forest, radiating the sun’s light, melting away the pain of yesteryears. His hand worked to undo the ancient spells that had trapped innocent souls and Siofra wondered if he knew how truly grateful she was.
Siofra treasured the time with Lord Montague and Lord Han, though the former’s behavior was something she had to get used to. His friendliness and nicknames for her and her dragons felt intimate, but not mocking or harmful as her sisters. However, Siofra did note Lord Montague's affection towards her dragons, especially Golfrax. To her, their presence was more than just meetings and discussions. Her memories of them, gathering by the fire and exchanging tales of distant lands and daring adventures, made the winter chill fill with warmth. Them meeting melted away the icy grip of loneliness that she never knew in her heart. She marveled at their kindness and understanding, finding solace in their company and the care they showed for her dragons, treating them as cherished companions rather than mere beasts.
However, the dream would not last forever. Upon Lord Han and Lord Montague's departure, the news of impending danger cast a shadow over Maelúir Síocháin. The threat to their land and hers reminded her of the weight of her responsibilities as Lady of Maelúir Síocháin. The happiness she had experienced felt fragile now, overshadowed by the harsh realities of the world outside their enchanted borders.
As she descended the intertwining staircase to the grounded level, Siofra willed herself to rid her mind of the memories and focused her attention on the impending issues in her home. "Home?" It was a troubling and intricate thought. However, where was "home" to those who had escaped from the ancient dragon's wrath? Had the emissary she met in the fall managed to escape? Was the hobbit who joined the wizard still alive? Many questions raced through her mind, causing her heart to hum lightly. It was a fleeting feeling, a reminder of her identity. Siofra ignored the calls of the Dairgéadach, keeping herself at a distance but maintaining a watchful eye on the gateway. She felt herself torn between two worlds, standing at the crossroads of where she was born and where she had forged a new nation, asserting her independence from Mother.
Amidst her thoughts, a flicker of movement caught her attention. Bea, the large orange cat, approached cautiously, her golden eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and wariness. Siofra noticed the subtle signs of hesitation in Bea's body language—ears twitching, eyes darting between Siofra's hand and her face, tail flicking in uncertainty. It reminded Siofra of her own moments of uncertainty, the way she used to question every touch, every gesture, wondering if she had inadvertently caused offense or if she was about to face reprimand.
Siofra's lips curled into a small, understanding smile as she extended her hand towards Bea, maintaining a gentle and non-threatening posture. She wanted to convey reassurance, to let Bea know that there was no need for fear or worry.
Bea paused, her golden eyes searching Siofra's face for any hint of danger or displeasure. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension.
Siofra immediately shook her head, the movement gentle and reassuring. "No, not at all," she replied softly, her tone soothing. "If you do not have plans, will you accompany me on a walk?"
Bea's hesitation lingered for a moment longer, her body language still cautious as she assessed the situation. However, after a brief pause, she nodded in acceptance. "Yes," she said, her voice a little more relaxed now.
With careful movements, Siofra knelt down to Bea's level, ensuring that her actions were slow and deliberate, devoid of any sudden movements that might startle the cat. "Is this comfortable?" she asked, adjusting her posture to accommodate Bea's comfort.
Bea regarded Siofra's question with a curious gaze, trying to discern if there was any hidden agenda or danger in her offer. After a moment of contemplation, she shook her head, a silent indication that everything seemed fine to her.
With a nod and a soft murmur of gratitude, Siofra gently lifted Bea into her arms, making sure to support her weight properly. "Thank you, Bea. It'll be just for a little while," she whispered, her voice warm and comforting.
As Siofra made her way back to her sanctuary, walking through her winter wonderland, she felt Bea gradually relax in her embrace, the initial tension melting away as they enjoyed the tranquility of the surroundings together.
As Siofra entered her sanctuary, a sense of serenity washed over her. The familiar sights and sounds enveloped her, but her attention was immediately drawn to Grimtoof the Orc who had dozed off in the rocking chair. His large frame seemed amusingly wedged into the wooden seat, his legs sprawling out in a rather awkward manner, as if searching for a more comfortable position. Despite his deep slumber, his face bore a tranquil expression, a stark contrast to his usual gruff demeanor.
Siofra couldn't help but smile at the sight of her dragonlings fast asleep on the bed, their small forms huddled together, their scales shimmering softly in the firelight. They had taken up most of the bed space, leaving little room for anyone else.
With Bea nestled in her arms, Siofra carefully lowered her onto a cushioned pillow near the crackling fire. "Rest well, Bea," she whispered softly, running her fingers through the cat's fur. Bea responded with a contented purr, her eyes closing as she savored the warmth of the hearth.
Glancing back at Grimtoof, Siofra couldn't help but smile at his unconventional sleeping posture. Despite the cramped quarters and Grimtoof's unwittingly humorous moments, Siofra felt a profound sense of appreciation for his steadfast loyalty and commitment to their little "family". It was instances like these that made her sanctuary truly feel like a haven.
"Nightmare," she called out in her thoughts. She wondered if she was doing it right, or if she had to be in a half-waking state or dream state. Regardless of her doubts, she reached out to him, her eyes fluttering closed.
"I have more questions that may come unanswered. But, if you wouldn't mind hearing these worries. A battle is approaching, one I don't know if we can win. But, in the far distant future, another threat will come to pass in these lands. While you are not obligated to, would you consider coming to our aid?"
It wasn't her first time calling out to him. She had previously asked if they could get to know each other more.
"Would you like sugar cubes?" she had asked before.
Her connection to Nightmare briefly reminded her of Lord Han, wondering how he was faring with the curse he had been given. Had he found a way to subdue his urges? Regardless of whether she had an answer or not, her attention was drawn to the snow falling outside, the wisps of snowflakes dancing in the air. Not expecting to get any sleep anytime soon, Siofra quietly made her way outside, where four pairs of eyes gazed back at her.
"Zazu, Zira, Zulu, and Zeke," she greeted them, approaching as their tails wagged slightly by their sides.
The winter wolves had kept her company during the late hours, sometimes approaching, sometimes keeping their distance unless called upon. She would have been surprised to see them, if not for them trailing behind her the past season. Though it was the first time they had approached her on their own, without her calling for them.
She wondered if her emotions were going haywire, finding it strange yet soothing to be checked upon as they sensed the swirl of storm within her. Nevertheless, she motioned for them to come closer before kneeling in the snow as they gathered around her.
"Watch," she mouthed as she extended her hand, palm up, and a small incantation escaped her lips. A soft, warm glow emanated from her palm, gradually intensifying until a small flame appeared, dancing delicately above her skin. With a gentle breath, she directed the flame, shaping it into the form of a bird that fluttered and soared in the air. The wolves jumped in amazement, their eyes widening, and their mouths forming 'o's and 'a's as they observed the mesmerizing display of magic.
Siofra watched their expressions with a gentle smile, feeling a sense of connection and wonder in the shared moment. The flames flickered and swirled, casting a warm glow on the surrounding snow, creating a magical ambiance in the quiet winter night.
Her thoughts soon drifted to Sylvi, the lioness of Crescentborough, who had taken in the stranger, a survivor against an ancient dragon. Siofra trusted the beastkin, knowing Sylvi would not make decisions lightly, especially taking in someone who could be a threat to their home. Sylvi's boldness and unwavering courage often echoed in her mind, a reminder of the lioness's influence on her.
Sylvi's words echoed in her memory, urging her to take action, to believe in herself, and to face challenges head-on. The lioness's guidance had pushed Siofra out of her comfort zone many times, teaching her the value of courage and resilience. As their meeting approached, Siofra felt a surge of determination, fueled by Sylvi's unwavering belief in her abilities. She hoped that their collaboration would bring new insights and solutions to the challenges they faced.
Action 1) Ritual/Crafting
- Siofra spends a water, fire, and nature gem to summon 3 more dragon kiddos.
[ Bonuses: Fire 2, Water 4, Nature 3, Dragon Marked, Magically Adept ]
- Siofra also spends this time taking the last of the dried herbs and winter foliage to create some potions. She will be bringing Sylvi with her to teach her more about potion and herb making. Also, she’ll add in some Cerulean Dust (courtesy of Lord Montague) into the potion.
[ Bonuses: Nature 3, Astral 1, Air 1, Fire 2, Water 4, Earth 2 ]
Action 2) Training, learning from Lord Montague, Grimtoof, and Tribune Diana
- Siofra and Golfrax learn Air magic from the one and only Montague Navarro.
[ Bonuses: Montague is Air 5 and has Leadership ]
- The mud pit sees further usage, as Grimtoof continues working with the Beastkin, teaching them how to put real power behind their strikes. Sylvi and Artasia will train with Grimtoof.
[ Bonuses: Grimtoof has Slayer, Juggernaut, Brutal Blows, Leadership, and Martial 6. Siofra has Water 4 to keep tempers cool. ]
- Siofra and Grimtoof will be training under heroic unit tribune Diana Carina
[ Bonues: Diana is a heroic unit that has Blademaster, Commanding Presence, Tactician ]
Free Action:
Siofra will go door-to-door, rallying the Dryads, Sylphs, Nymphs, Ents, and Beastkin within her land, urging them to join forces in the upcoming battle for the First City. She'll convey the urgency of the situation and the need for unity, wanting garner their support and commitment.
Her eyes gazed at the icicles for a moment longer, a small amused smile making its way towards her lip, remembering Nerisse's attempt to create an ice sculpture of the glittery Lord Montague. The memory brought back the image of Nerisse's expectant face, her delicate features contorted with a mix of hope and apprehension as she presented her masterpiece to Lord Montague. Siofra recalled the split second of realization in Nerisse's eyes, a fleeting moment of disbelief and wounded pride when Lord Montague politely declined the tribute. The fae's reaction was a mosaic of emotions—surprise at the unexpected rejection, a hint of indignation at the implication that her creation wasn't perfect, and a subtle pang of vulnerability that briefly shattered her haughty facade. It was a moment she wouldn't forget, a glimpse behind the veil of fae pride and perfectionism.
Siofra rarely liked spending her days with her kin, finding more enthusiasm learning from those living in Gloine Luí (Amberglow) and An Baile Cruach (Crescentborough).
The council was fraught with discussions about the fate of the First City, the neighboring nation devastated by an ancient dragon. Siofra discussed possible outcomes and plans, weighing the options and responsibilities that came with assisting in such dire circumstances. As she distanced herself from the council chambers, Siofra's mind returned and lingered on the letter from Tarlius Tribune Diana. The contents detailed a local trade syndicate's humanitarian mission, seeking support in rebuilding and dealing with the survivors of the city's destruction. The letter spoke of a new government rising from the ruins and the harsh fate awaiting the nefarious survivors. Siofra felt conflicted, knowing that most would not exit alive under such circumstances and knew her days of peace were numbered. Her duty is to the people of her land, the ones who looked upon her for guidance. But, insecurity weighed in her mind, not confident in her ability to lead with strength.
"Don't be so lost in thought, deirfiúrín. We wouldn't want unwanted visitors in your mind,"
At the sound of her sisters' voices echoing in her ears, Siofra's muscles tensed involuntarily, a subtle reaction that she quickly masked with a composed facade. She couldn't fathom why she was different from her kin, often lost in her thoughts and feeling disconnected.
"At it again, Bebhinn?"
"Indeed, Medb. But remember, curiosity can lead to unexpected discoveries."
A sharp pang pierced her chest, a quiet whimper escaping her. It had been a year since she was unwillingly taken back to the Feywilds after facing the Gorgon last spring. She had recovered fully but not before her sisters had their grasp on her. It wasn't until a few weeks later that she returned to Maeluir Siochain, where Golfrax was still found in the grove. She found comfort in seeing him there, steadfast and unwavering.
Upon her return to Maelúir Síocháin, Isadari's debt to Siofra was paid, taking her under her wing, their training sessions finished quickly as it started. Grimtoof became her trusted aide, his loyalty evident in every protective gesture he made towards her and her dragons.
As the seasons passed and winter descended upon Maelúir Síocháin, Lord Montague's arrival brought a burst of theatrical energy to the already enchanting land. The Over the Mountain Theatre Troupe's performance echoed through the forest, drawing interest and understanding to Siofra. The sparkling aftermath of the play created an atmosphere of warmth and joy amidst the winter chill.
Moreover, she was impressed by Lord Han’s calm demeanor and countenance, aiding her in freeing more of those who had been stoned. His presence symbolised a beacon of hope in the darkest corners of the forest, radiating the sun’s light, melting away the pain of yesteryears. His hand worked to undo the ancient spells that had trapped innocent souls and Siofra wondered if he knew how truly grateful she was.
Siofra treasured the time with Lord Montague and Lord Han, though the former’s behavior was something she had to get used to. His friendliness and nicknames for her and her dragons felt intimate, but not mocking or harmful as her sisters. However, Siofra did note Lord Montague's affection towards her dragons, especially Golfrax. To her, their presence was more than just meetings and discussions. Her memories of them, gathering by the fire and exchanging tales of distant lands and daring adventures, made the winter chill fill with warmth. Them meeting melted away the icy grip of loneliness that she never knew in her heart. She marveled at their kindness and understanding, finding solace in their company and the care they showed for her dragons, treating them as cherished companions rather than mere beasts.
However, the dream would not last forever. Upon Lord Han and Lord Montague's departure, the news of impending danger cast a shadow over Maelúir Síocháin. The threat to their land and hers reminded her of the weight of her responsibilities as Lady of Maelúir Síocháin. The happiness she had experienced felt fragile now, overshadowed by the harsh realities of the world outside their enchanted borders.
As she descended the intertwining staircase to the grounded level, Siofra willed herself to rid her mind of the memories and focused her attention on the impending issues in her home. "Home?" It was a troubling and intricate thought. However, where was "home" to those who had escaped from the ancient dragon's wrath? Had the emissary she met in the fall managed to escape? Was the hobbit who joined the wizard still alive? Many questions raced through her mind, causing her heart to hum lightly. It was a fleeting feeling, a reminder of her identity. Siofra ignored the calls of the Dairgéadach, keeping herself at a distance but maintaining a watchful eye on the gateway. She felt herself torn between two worlds, standing at the crossroads of where she was born and where she had forged a new nation, asserting her independence from Mother.
Amidst her thoughts, a flicker of movement caught her attention. Bea, the large orange cat, approached cautiously, her golden eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and wariness. Siofra noticed the subtle signs of hesitation in Bea's body language—ears twitching, eyes darting between Siofra's hand and her face, tail flicking in uncertainty. It reminded Siofra of her own moments of uncertainty, the way she used to question every touch, every gesture, wondering if she had inadvertently caused offense or if she was about to face reprimand.
Siofra's lips curled into a small, understanding smile as she extended her hand towards Bea, maintaining a gentle and non-threatening posture. She wanted to convey reassurance, to let Bea know that there was no need for fear or worry.
Bea paused, her golden eyes searching Siofra's face for any hint of danger or displeasure. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension.
Siofra immediately shook her head, the movement gentle and reassuring. "No, not at all," she replied softly, her tone soothing. "If you do not have plans, will you accompany me on a walk?"
Bea's hesitation lingered for a moment longer, her body language still cautious as she assessed the situation. However, after a brief pause, she nodded in acceptance. "Yes," she said, her voice a little more relaxed now.
With careful movements, Siofra knelt down to Bea's level, ensuring that her actions were slow and deliberate, devoid of any sudden movements that might startle the cat. "Is this comfortable?" she asked, adjusting her posture to accommodate Bea's comfort.
Bea regarded Siofra's question with a curious gaze, trying to discern if there was any hidden agenda or danger in her offer. After a moment of contemplation, she shook her head, a silent indication that everything seemed fine to her.
With a nod and a soft murmur of gratitude, Siofra gently lifted Bea into her arms, making sure to support her weight properly. "Thank you, Bea. It'll be just for a little while," she whispered, her voice warm and comforting.
As Siofra made her way back to her sanctuary, walking through her winter wonderland, she felt Bea gradually relax in her embrace, the initial tension melting away as they enjoyed the tranquility of the surroundings together.
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As Siofra entered her sanctuary, a sense of serenity washed over her. The familiar sights and sounds enveloped her, but her attention was immediately drawn to Grimtoof the Orc who had dozed off in the rocking chair. His large frame seemed amusingly wedged into the wooden seat, his legs sprawling out in a rather awkward manner, as if searching for a more comfortable position. Despite his deep slumber, his face bore a tranquil expression, a stark contrast to his usual gruff demeanor.
Siofra couldn't help but smile at the sight of her dragonlings fast asleep on the bed, their small forms huddled together, their scales shimmering softly in the firelight. They had taken up most of the bed space, leaving little room for anyone else.
With Bea nestled in her arms, Siofra carefully lowered her onto a cushioned pillow near the crackling fire. "Rest well, Bea," she whispered softly, running her fingers through the cat's fur. Bea responded with a contented purr, her eyes closing as she savored the warmth of the hearth.
Glancing back at Grimtoof, Siofra couldn't help but smile at his unconventional sleeping posture. Despite the cramped quarters and Grimtoof's unwittingly humorous moments, Siofra felt a profound sense of appreciation for his steadfast loyalty and commitment to their little "family". It was instances like these that made her sanctuary truly feel like a haven.
"Nightmare," she called out in her thoughts. She wondered if she was doing it right, or if she had to be in a half-waking state or dream state. Regardless of her doubts, she reached out to him, her eyes fluttering closed.
"I have more questions that may come unanswered. But, if you wouldn't mind hearing these worries. A battle is approaching, one I don't know if we can win. But, in the far distant future, another threat will come to pass in these lands. While you are not obligated to, would you consider coming to our aid?"
It wasn't her first time calling out to him. She had previously asked if they could get to know each other more.
"Would you like sugar cubes?" she had asked before.
Her connection to Nightmare briefly reminded her of Lord Han, wondering how he was faring with the curse he had been given. Had he found a way to subdue his urges? Regardless of whether she had an answer or not, her attention was drawn to the snow falling outside, the wisps of snowflakes dancing in the air. Not expecting to get any sleep anytime soon, Siofra quietly made her way outside, where four pairs of eyes gazed back at her.
"Zazu, Zira, Zulu, and Zeke," she greeted them, approaching as their tails wagged slightly by their sides.
The winter wolves had kept her company during the late hours, sometimes approaching, sometimes keeping their distance unless called upon. She would have been surprised to see them, if not for them trailing behind her the past season. Though it was the first time they had approached her on their own, without her calling for them.
She wondered if her emotions were going haywire, finding it strange yet soothing to be checked upon as they sensed the swirl of storm within her. Nevertheless, she motioned for them to come closer before kneeling in the snow as they gathered around her.
"Watch," she mouthed as she extended her hand, palm up, and a small incantation escaped her lips. A soft, warm glow emanated from her palm, gradually intensifying until a small flame appeared, dancing delicately above her skin. With a gentle breath, she directed the flame, shaping it into the form of a bird that fluttered and soared in the air. The wolves jumped in amazement, their eyes widening, and their mouths forming 'o's and 'a's as they observed the mesmerizing display of magic.
Siofra watched their expressions with a gentle smile, feeling a sense of connection and wonder in the shared moment. The flames flickered and swirled, casting a warm glow on the surrounding snow, creating a magical ambiance in the quiet winter night.
Her thoughts soon drifted to Sylvi, the lioness of Crescentborough, who had taken in the stranger, a survivor against an ancient dragon. Siofra trusted the beastkin, knowing Sylvi would not make decisions lightly, especially taking in someone who could be a threat to their home. Sylvi's boldness and unwavering courage often echoed in her mind, a reminder of the lioness's influence on her.
Sylvi's words echoed in her memory, urging her to take action, to believe in herself, and to face challenges head-on. The lioness's guidance had pushed Siofra out of her comfort zone many times, teaching her the value of courage and resilience. As their meeting approached, Siofra felt a surge of determination, fueled by Sylvi's unwavering belief in her abilities. She hoped that their collaboration would bring new insights and solutions to the challenges they faced.
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Action 1) Ritual/Crafting
- Siofra spends a water, fire, and nature gem to summon 3 more dragon kiddos.
[ Bonuses: Fire 2, Water 4, Nature 3, Dragon Marked, Magically Adept ]
- Siofra also spends this time taking the last of the dried herbs and winter foliage to create some potions. She will be bringing Sylvi with her to teach her more about potion and herb making. Also, she’ll add in some Cerulean Dust (courtesy of Lord Montague) into the potion.
[ Bonuses: Nature 3, Astral 1, Air 1, Fire 2, Water 4, Earth 2 ]
Action 2) Training, learning from Lord Montague, Grimtoof, and Tribune Diana
- Siofra and Golfrax learn Air magic from the one and only Montague Navarro.
[ Bonuses: Montague is Air 5 and has Leadership ]
- The mud pit sees further usage, as Grimtoof continues working with the Beastkin, teaching them how to put real power behind their strikes. Sylvi and Artasia will train with Grimtoof.
[ Bonuses: Grimtoof has Slayer, Juggernaut, Brutal Blows, Leadership, and Martial 6. Siofra has Water 4 to keep tempers cool. ]
- Siofra and Grimtoof will be training under heroic unit tribune Diana Carina
[ Bonues: Diana is a heroic unit that has Blademaster, Commanding Presence, Tactician ]
Free Action:
Siofra will go door-to-door, rallying the Dryads, Sylphs, Nymphs, Ents, and Beastkin within her land, urging them to join forces in the upcoming battle for the First City. She'll convey the urgency of the situation and the need for unity, wanting garner their support and commitment.
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