Dawn of Enlightenment

[Oberons Veil]

The lavender colored sails of the Orveisian fleet sailed north. Nearly one hundred ships laden with goods of all kinds, though mostly food and other necessities. They sailed in tight order to protect against the worst of the elements and the piracy that ran rampant on the high seas. It took nearly two weeks thank to the slow process of the lumbering transport ships, but when the sight of Redania came into view, it was rather grim. As the lead ship, a hulking man-o-war dubbed the Soleil Foulée (or Sun Strider). People flocked to the docks to see this large ornate warship come. The flag of Orveis hung proudly at the back, fluttering gently in the wind, while the sails were reduced. As it came to a halt and the boarding bridge lowered, a woman glad in the finest Orveisian silk, a beautifully crafted mask upon her face, her deep blue dress, held the sunburst patter and finery on the back, with a lion at the center of her back where everything was held together. Out of deep respect for the Redanians, for the first time in public since she was little, the Imperatrice removed her mask and signaled the others with her to do the same. "We show our regards and condolences, these would only hinder that." She said looking at the others with her.


"It has been quite some time since you went without one of those in public," Seraphine said stepping off the boat in a fine black gown very Gilder in origin. Though if one looked closely they could see the influence from Orveis. Seraphine had sent what the Guild Lands could spared during the blockade. Financial support was the most they could actually give, though she moved the heavens themselves to provide food and other necessities. The entire time she thought of her son, and of his guardian. Many a scathing letters had been dispatched to the Free Cities threatening to shut off the Eastern trade, and none listened.


"Yes, far too long." The third voice was only familiar to those that cared to notice. A woman clad in another black dress, her black hair and blue eyes shimmered in the soft winter light. A serious expression on her face as she saw the state of the city. It was not as grand, and opulent as the last time she had been here. A fleeting thought of how much worse it could have been if the gods had not stopped her that day. This was all her doing though, she had hurled the insults that caused the Free Cities to be further riled up. She had caused the death of the Supreme Chancellor Irisviel Du Lion, and that alone she would have to bear with her for the remainder of her time on this world.


Together without pomp and circumstance the three Lionesses of Viridium made their way to the Grand Cathedral. They did not know if they were welcome in the Summer Palace or anywhere in Redania besides a place of the Gods. Some stared at the three, some hurled insults at the Ivory Queen. Some however showed an unrelenting kindness, and that nearly shattered Natalia. Her apology would never replace nor ever close the wound that had been opened that day. Though when they reached the doors of the Cathedral, Natalia stopped and turned to the other two.


"Darling it's cold out here, and that dress only offers minor protection." Emilie said looking at Natalia wondering what foolishness had leaked into that girls head.


"It's the least I deserve. These people suffered those months and still suffer. I am not welcome in that place, I-" she stopped as she looked at her two closest friends, her fascade gone and her will to continue holding it sapped as well.


A warm hand was laid on her shoulder as Seraphine looked at her friend. The Ivory Bank had turned her from a joy filled little girl, to a political machine that seemed to have little time to actually live. Her mind was still churning at a million things a minute though her appearance gave way to the wear and tear that had befallen her. No longer did her eyes shine with a youthful hope. She had seen the darkest of the political wranglings and for that she had paid the ultimate price. A burden that weighed her down as though chains were draped all around her.


"How about this, Emilie and I will stay out here, and you can go in and pray?" Seraphine said looking at her dear friend and feeling the misery that the woman held within herself. She didn't let it out, it reminded Seraphine of so many times when the three of theme were young and how whenever they did something mischievous, was always Natalia that gave them away because of the obvious guilt she held. The young woman had made her place in the world by taking over the Ivory Bank thanks to a large investment from Orveis. Once there though, her visions for change soon changed themselves, becoming more cold and calculating than ever before. She handled the Bank with a finesse it had been missing for over a century, rectifying its decline in power and ability. The Bank was more powerful than ever, and as any person can be, Natalia had become heavily influenced by the need for more power, more influence and more coin. It took years before she was back on her original course of attempting to reorganize the bank and shed its terrible and ruthless image. The other part of her... the Ivory Queen poked through on occasions but had been restrained prior to the visit in Redania. Something in her that day snapped, something lashed out and that hit the Supreme Chancellor. Natalia had to feel as though she was only a spectator in her own body. When she had indeed regained control all she cold do was mitigate the damage that had been done.


The toll had been paid in blood. That blood was on Natalia's hands and now she had to atone for it. She had not visited a church since before the fiasco four months ago. Now as as good a time as any so she heeded the words of her friend, not able to find the words herself, she simply nodded and walked through the doors of the Cathedral. She went to the spot she had knelt that day, prayed to Aurea for strength, strength that had not come and Natalia was certain that was a punishment from the gods themselves for her actions that day. Kneeling before the alter of Aurea, the Goddess of the Sun, of Light, of Creation and of Divine Justice, Natalia prayed, she prayed that the sins of her actions could be rectified and she was willing to give anything to heal the wounds that had been opened. "Anything" she whispered.


Emilie and Seraphine watched as their friend disappeared behind the doors into the Cathedral. A broken woman. What scared them the most was the fear of not being able to help her, not being able to see her return to her normal self, and the fear that she would whither away because of the choices she had made that day. Emilie decided to attempt to distract the pair from the situation at hand by bringing up Seraphine's surprise reelection as High Councillor. "How does it feel to know that in a time of darkness your people turned to you?" She asked looking at Seraphine.


"Frightening." Seraphine said in response. It had astounded her that she had been reelected, and that she was even eligible to stand as the High Councillor again. "I mean more than half the Council was killed, I'm away and they elect me," She said still sounding as though she was in disbelief, even after four months. "It is quite remarkable though, we received nearly eighty thousand soldiers from Vaar not more than three weeks ago, they have been sent to the front to meet with Legate Abbadon." She said recalling the situation.


"Yes, remarkable how in dark times allies seem to spring from the very shadows themselves." Emilie said seeming to quote their teacher when they were little. When you least expect it, the Gods will send forth allies to those that are worthy. They will be born of the very shadows themselves. Emilie and Seraphine said in unison as though it had only been yesterday when they sat in the véranda of the Palace and listened to Emilie's great-aunt teach them on various lessons, most notably the histories of Viridium and the best ways to play the game.The pair continued to reminisce as they waited, they waited for the inevitable, some person or another to come down and greet them. To direct them to wherever they should in order to meet with the Redanian leadership. Seraphine wanted to see her son, and his new friend, the Imperial Prince Atlas. Emilie wanted to gauge the new Supreme Chancellor's resolve to maintain the peace or exact revenge. Natalia... she just wanted to die.


@Nateorious @NorbertM


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[Yennefer]

The council room hidden deep within the refurbished renamed Summer Palace in honor of the late Supreme Chancellor, remained quiet for the first time in history. The five figures stood in relative silence as they all personally mourned for their departed friend, for her smile and light no longer shined in the walls of the newly named chateau Du Lion, her love and legacy still lingered on. It was said her beauty was a marvel to behold, her kindness and spark emulating towards others as she became the defender of the common man against the great vices of the world. She was the woman of the people, a paladin of justice, and a dear friend to many; she was a loss so great, that all of Redania felt its waking tremor, and many knew why; she was an honorable woman. The delegates in the room looked to the portrait hung of her just beside those who held the same title as Chancellor. Her radiant glow outclassed everyone there, even in death, as the councilors mourned for the loss of a great friend. Finally Leliana broke the silence as she wiped a falling tear away from the gazes of onlookers. "We should get to business..." She whispered. The delegates looking at her and nodding in agreement. "Yes, of course." Cassandra replied solemnly.


"The-" Josephine paused, reluctant to speak. "The matters of the funeral... I have sent invitations to Yorgrim, Vaar, The People's Republic, The High Marches, Orvais, The Guild Lands and-" She paused again knowing the topic was still tense. "...The Free States and the Ivory Bank..."


All four stiffened up as each simultaneously inhaled a deep breath. None answered for a second as Cassandra contemplated on the action. "I can see why some of the Free States are invited but to allow the bank..." She halted as her blood boiled from the thought. "Its like inviting her killers to attend! We will not dishonor her as they did in life!"


"Cassandra..." Morrigan chided, though felt her pain.


"They broke the blockade-" Yustiel offered but was then interrupted.


"But they caused it in the first place!" She seethed. "We are only pawns to them as well as the rest of the world. They are no force for good. They watched us idly in their gilded palaces as people, our people, starved and perished just to show the world that if anyone attempts to prove them wrong, they shall feel their ivory retribution. Irisviel died as a consequence. She sheltered the people even when they wished for her to be burned but yet showed compassion to inspire those that sometimes fighting evil needs not a sword or a blade to instill change, but hope and spirit. She was a woman of character, unlike the ruthless headmans of a bank that states itself as a benign entity." She paused to catch her breath. "... We were not given a kind reprieve but instead a lessoning of a heavy hand by those who carry the glove of corruption. Woe betide them all and to those who side against the wrong for they shall perish by the blade of justice." She finished, quoting a canonical verse.





"Give peace. Irisviel would've wished for it." Leliana commented.


No one could reply. What she spoke of was truth. All they could do was to wait and hope that the sacrifice their late leader paid in full would not be in vain.


"Her funeral shall be made public, here in the Palace... A statue shall be dedicated to her in honor. May she rest beside the gods as she watches blissfully from afar..."

 

[Oberons Veil]

"Who are we to judge what is truth and what is belief? We are but mortals who aspire to gleam only grains of knowledge of the Gods' plans for us all. If they worship another, let them. If they worship none, that is their choice and their choice alone for the immortal soul knows what is and is not."


-The Divine Hesperine about other religions and non-believers




The Divine stepped off her ship. She had departed only hours after the Orveisian Empress. It was not the hulking mass that was the Orveisian Man-o-War, but instead a smaller brig. Large enough to war off small pirate attacks, fast enough to out run others, but humble enough not to be overbearing. She wore her mourning robes (center of the three), and she fixed her hat so as to make it fit right. Flanked by Sacellum guards, whom she despised, and the standard bearer... that she despised most of all. The days of the humble are gone Alleria... her best friend had told her that when she had been voted as the High Divine of the Faith, assuming the name Hesperine the Second. That was thirty years prior and in that time she had expanded the Faith's influence, set up countless charities and orphanages across Viridium and rectified several corrupt sections of the Anorien Sacellum.

Walking among her stupidly large number of guards the Divine made her way towards the central square where she had been told were the Orveisian Empress, the Ivory Queen and the Guild Lands' High Councillor. Her age was clear for the wrinkles on her face and the slow gate at which she walked. A humble woman from humble origins, lifted to the most pious of positions. A position she constantly thanked the Divines for, a position she had used to the fullest extent of its capacity to do good. She had reduced punishments for sins, commuted plenty, reformed the Sacellum to be more welcoming and charitable. Her mission to Redania could not have come sooner, the blockade had been openly denounced by the Divine, and the plight of the Redanian people laid bare for the world to see.

As she came to a halt in the square she gazed up at the Gran Cathedral of Montrequienne. A structure that was both pious and grand. Many knelt before her, others shouted their welcomes and their praise for the Divine. Some wondered if she was here to condemn the nation, others wondered if she was here for another more righteous matter. She would not reveal her reason for being in Redania, not yet at least. For now she was just another person of notability who had come to pay their respects. A great light had faded from the world and the Divine was not willing to let that go without a word.

She passed the Imperatrice and High Councillor with knowing looks and their deep bows of respect as she entered the Grand Cathedral. Her guards waited outside, adding to the already heavily guarded entrance. Inside she found a humbling sight. Natalia Atov, Ivory Queen of the Bank, kneeling before an alter to Aurea prayer. A small smile crossed the lips of the Divine as she crossed the distance to the woman, but hanging back just enough to provide privacy.

Natlia had heard the door and felt the presence. She turned, remaining kneeling and bowed her head in respect to the woman before her. "Your Most Holiness," She said keeping head bowed and looking at the floor.

"Child in the House of the Gods, you may simply address me as mother or Hesperine." She said kneeling down, hiding the tinge of pain that she felt in her knees from her age as she did so. "Rise child and speak with me of what troubles you." She said helping Natalia to her feet and the pair moved to the nearest pew so that the aged woman could sit and so that the broken one could rest.

"Mother," Natalia said looking at the old woman. "I caused their suffering and barely lifted a finger to end it until it was too late." She said her words full of remorse, the tone was depressed and the tears rolled down her cheeks as though she had been a child who had been scolded.

"I know my child." Hesperine said looking at the young woman. The Sacellum had been notified the moment the information reached Orveis. It was a terrible situation to be in, and one that the Divine knew was not of this young woman's choosing. She had been the Divine when Natalia was just a very young child and she rememberd very well how Emilie, Seraphine and Natalia would raise all hell throughout the Orveisian capital. "Sometimes parts of our souls split and we hide somewhere. Like a child behind a curtain." She said looking at Natalia and taking one of her hands into her own, though the contrast between that of the youth's and that of her's was immense. Gently Hesperine thumbed Natalia's hands in a soothing matter. "We must trust that our inner soul, the one that holds kindness, compassion and love for others will reemerge. We must hold onto that soul no matter what and always live to express it." She said quoting herself.

Natalia listened, her tears only intensified as she realized the Divine's words struck very home with her. As if they were truly and most certainly being pulled from her heart. "Thank you mother." She said in between sniffles. A sorry sight and one that would strike anyone as near impossible. Some claimed Natalia the Ivory Queen to be the most powerful woman in the world, when in reality even she paled in comparison to the wise and experienced Divine Hesperine.

"Come now, we must begin to break down the ruined bridges and build new ones." Hesperine said bringing Natalia to her feet and guiding her to the door. Once they exited they were met with glances form Emilie and Seraphine who looked concerned but trusting. "We go to the Chateau Du Lion" she said, having been well informed of the name change. Even the Sacellum had agents across the world, though they took the Chants serious and were not for malicious means.

So the group made their way from the Grand Cathedral to the gates of the Chateu Du Lion, the former Summer Palace. They would not demand entrance, an audience or anything. They were the guests and the Divine Hesperine wished only to help repair what could be and settle what couldn't. The enmity felt throughout the nation of Redania was not good for anyone and for the Divine, she knew it was not good for the soul to allow such anger and emotions to fester. It was not the will of the Gods.

@Nateorious​

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[MarkNorbert]

Montrequienne, kingdom of Redania


King Florian vit Gutsgarb

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Florian walked the streets of Montrequienne with an uneasy heart. The city suffered. The city suffers. And it will continue to suffer. But the pain will slowly fade away, given time. But the scars that remain shall remember the citizens of Montrequienne the horrors they have endured for the past month. No one could ease or erase their pain, except for time. And even so, it will remain there. Florian kept asking himself how would he feel if his capital, Vaar, would share the same fate of Montrequienne. A nightmarish thought, he told himself. Something he would never want to feel, for it would be too much for him to bare. That is why he was determined to defend their people. But what does he gain from this? Would someone be grateful for all what he has done and continues to do? Will they remember him as the king who did something good for the people? Or will they know him as Florian The Weak? Nonetheless, he shall continue his journey, as he has intended in the first place. He won't let such thoughts cloud his mind and scratch his ego.


From a distance, Florian noticed, in front of the Cathedral's doors, three women. From a distance, he couldn't recognize them. But as he gotten closer towards the three, he recognized empress Emillie. The three seemed to converse. A touchy subject, he thought? He decided to leave the three women alone to their own affairs before he moved in to present himself. However, his attention was soon grabbed as a hooded figure approached Florian and his Heiffen Guard.


'Your majesty.' the hooded figured bowed slowly and shortly.


'Reports, I assume?' Florian asked, folding his hands in one and another, at his back. He has been receiving countless reports, containing information from across the world.


'Supreme Chancellor Irisviel passed away.' the man said, his voice calm and low. 'A new Supreme Chancellor has been chosen. Cassandra Allegaria Watermore.' the man informed. Florian raised an eyebrow upon hearing the news. A hint of surprise compelled him, but he did his best not to show it.


'Should have brought flowers. I despise funerals. Too much weeping.' Florian spoke, in a low voice. 'It is good you have come to inform me, although I would have preferred it to be at an earlier time of the month.' The hooded man bowed before the king and disappeared as quickly as he arrived. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Florian returned his gaze upon the, now, two women standing in front of the Cathedral. Refusing to lose more time with a purposeless reason, Florian walked towards the two.


'Seraphine Ducainne. Emilie du'Orveis. Your graces.' he saluted them, bowing gently, then straighten up, folding his hands behind his back. 'I do not believe you know of me. I am Florian vit Gutsgarb, king of Vaar. I am most displeased that we had to meet upon such a heart breaking event, but such events seem to hide behind each corner, waiting to jump upon us. I hope, lady Seraphine, that the forces I have sent are enough, for the time being. We will do our best to help you in this war. And Emilie du'Orveis. Allow me to compliment your mercenaries. Fine soldiers. Compliments to those who have trained them. I hope you will give me the chance to hear me out. If you believe the world has turned dark, the darkness that is to come is far, far more worse than this.'

@Maven

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[Reddrection]

Freyr Einar / Ragnvaldr Tyr



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The two men sailed back to the lands they once came to by request of Redania. The difference, they came alone, in their armor, and with no excitement in their hearts. They sailed in silence. Freyr sat with Astrid, his fingers laced with hers, Ragnvaldr at the front watching the waters. Freyr reading and re-reading the invitation over and over in his head. Irisviel couldn't really be... He shook the doubt from his mind, though a part of him hoped they'd reach Redania and be greeted by her warm smile as they reached shore. It wasn't the case. Freyr stepped off the longboat and looked about the city the had once found beaming with life and their own sense of glory. Such things were gone. A sense of dread hung about Montrequienne. Freyr gritted his teeth. Ragnvaldr's hand on his shoulder calmed him. "Put your anger aside friend. We come here for Irisviel's sake." "For Irisviel." The words seemed to echo as he heard them. She was the one person in Redania's counsel who believed in them, in Freyr and Ragnvaldr. Rage again began to rise in the Hilmer, making his muscles shake in response.





"We should have been here. Done something, anything to help her and her people. The was plenty we could have..." "Freyr." Freyr jumped at Ragnvaldr's tone. Serious and demanding of him. "You know that if we had known better of the matter we would have acted. All of our gazes were on the matter of our home, The North. Don't allow yourself to take any blame you don't rightfully deserve." "Then where does such blame lay?" "I don't know, but dammit man collect yourself. Irisviel wouldn't have us cursing and hissing at those that did this to her, if them at all. Nothing we can do now but respect her for the lives she graced." Ragnvaldr spoke the truth. Freyr shoved down his emotions. Now wasn't the time. Not now.


The two continued through the streets. Freyr was starting to regret wearing his armor. It made them stand out more than he would have preferred. It was custom in Yorgrim to bear the weight of your armor and weapons during funeral, as they had with their own burdens in life. Freyr didn't, however want to stand out in such an event or appear hostile. They continued until they passed the Cathedral. Freyr spotted a small group of women and a man, recognizing none of them. He looked to Ragnvaldr, his eyes widened at the notice of the group. Ragnvaldr had traveled far and wide of Viridium. For him to be surprised by the presence of others meant they were important individuals. "The High Divine Hesperine, The Ivory Queen, and the King Florian vit Gutsbarb. I can identify the High Councillor of the Guild Lands as well. Different from who I remember but all the same... these are individuals of influence. Skynsamliga (with caution) Freyr." Freyr crossed his arms. If what Ragnvaldr said was true, which it tends to be, then Irisviel's passing has gathered quite the attention. More than Freyr would have believed. "If they're here, means we're not late by any means." "I feel you only heard half of what I said, as usual." They watched as the group made their way for the Chateau Du Lion. "Would you two be up for a little socialization?" Freyr didn't wait for an answer. He began making his way to the small group. Ragnvaldr opened his mouth to respond, shutting it as Freyr walked further and away.. He looked to Astrid. "Remind me again how you two found each other in love?" He shook his head out of frustration, hurrying after the Hilmer. "One of these days Einar..."

@Nateorious

@Maven

@NorbertM​

 

[general ostruppen]

The people's republic


Augustus/Teriq



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Augustus had succeeded in gaining another alliance, but with it came a consequence that came with it. Augustus before leaving urged Irisiviel to rest and not overwork herself. But her compassion for her people overwhelmed her. After four months, her responsibility of helping her people resulted in becoming sick and eventually pass away. When Augustus heard of the grim news he felt like a little bit of himself die. He couldn't help her, but his officers ensured him that she took upon an action that no regular man, woman, or leader would ever do. She was bold, brave, and honorable. Any soldier of the republic would see that as a actiom of true leadership, putting there people first before themselves.





Teriq had received word of the tragic incident and immedietly sailed to redainia with Augustus. Military officers and senators had come to pay there respects to the chancellor. Wearing black tunics, and the soldiers wore over there shining armor with dark cloaks. They even went as far as to dye there horse-crest on top of there helmets to be pure black. They finally arrived at the port walked through the streets. Teriq removed his helmet and looked to Augustus, "If I knew that this would I would have gladly supported redainia with whatever we could offer." Augustus looked at him with a attempted smile. "It would not matter consul Teriq.....She had chosen her path....I have to say she had a the heart of a lion and the mind of a true leader. A type that spat at the face of danger and had no sense of fear." Teriq gave a reassuring face and puts his hand on his shoulder. "If you would like Augustus, perhaps you could give me a tour of her city and tell me what chancellor Irisiviel was like." Augustus felt somewhat more clear in his mind and was glad that his friend had come to support him. "Thank you Teriq....That means a lot."


The group of the two factions made it to the summer palace. When they got to there destination the troops stood at attention and would be giving the rest of the day silence. No soldier or officer would speak a word for as long as they remain in redainia.Augustus, Teriq, and senators met some familiar faces and even saw the ivory queen. When they walked near her they gave her an acknowledged nod or bow and continued on. They even got to meet there allies, Freyr, and King florian. Teriq had decided to meet this Freyr while Augustus went to pay his respect to the redainia no members. Teriq approached Freyr and sensed much grief and anger in him, he approached him and observed him carefully. "I'm sorry to meet you at such a grim day. But I am the second consul of the republic, it is an honor to meet you."

@Maven

@Nateorious @Reddrection

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[Yennefer]

The guests began to file in, one by one as the funeral rites slowly came into fruition. The only ones left for such an occasion were the notable figures of the other nations, their seats, still remained cold. Josephine, who ran the event, frantically issued orders from left to right, keeping everything in one peace as her perfectionism got the better of her. She sent carriers to fetch them, all ordered to treat such guests with tact and sensibility. She did not want what happened weeks ago to transpire ever again, hopefully both sides seeing the repercussions that they have wrought on each other. She was even more careful than usual, for other nations might do the same. A war was not needed in an event such as this, that was far from what this event intended it to be.


"My lady Josephine." Mira called for her attention. Another close attendant of Irisviel's who was affected greatly by the passing.


"Yes? Oh Mira!" She greeted warmly though a sense of pity was felt in her words.


"King Florian vit Gutsgarb has arrived lady diplomat as well as the Hilmer, Lord Augustus, Lady Seraphine, Her highness of Orvais and-" She cut shortly, vexed as well of the name she was about to utter.


"Her ladyship of the Ivory Bank..." Josephine finished. She stepped closer to impart words on the young girl. "Mira, don't dwell on the past. You are angry, I know, you have every right to be, but now-" She looked deeply in her eyes. "now is not the time. Irisviel would've wished for you to not dwell on it. Justice will be served but in due time."


The girl ignored her and sidestepped to move forward. She halted and delivered one final message. "Her Holiness has arrived as well."


"Her Holiness?" She gave off a bemused expression, than it hit her. "The Divine!?"


"Yes. She is by the gates." and with that she left, saying nothing else of the matter.


Josephine ignored the girl's perplexity and made her way towards the golden entrances. From first glance, she saw three woman, one well built warrior, and another older figure clad in what looked like to be an Atherial nun. Josephine fashioned on her smile and made her way towards the figures. With an orvesian bow she picked up from Leliana and Iriviel, she greeted all of them warmly.


"Your worships." She then turned to face the Divine and bowed to her with an entirely different posture, solely out of her religious beliefs. "Your Holiness." She stood back up and smiled. "Forgive me, revered-one for I did not send an invitation towards the Sacellum. I would've thought you were busy with a far more urgent issue, if I knew you would bless us with your presence, I would've sent a missive in earnest." She faced the group as a whole again. "The funeral rites is about to begin, please, if you all would follow me, I shall lead you to the to vestibule."





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@Maven

 

[Oberons Veil]

As the woman came forth from the Chateau the group turned to face her. Everyone stiffened as Natalia moved closer to Seraphine, a black rose in her hand, though she cared not to let really anyone see or touch it. "Your worships." The woman said, and through her contacts Natalia knew it to be Josephine, the Secretary of State for Redania, a woman who if she had been present that day could have prevented the issue... if I had showed restraint... and as if she could read one's mind, Seraphine reached over and gently touched Natalia on the shoulder soothing the woman before her.

Emilie, Seraphine and Natalia all nodded in respect to the one who greeted them. They were not the focus of her attention and they all clearly knew that upon seeing how she greeted the Divine Hesperine. A smile on Hesperine's lips as she was faced with this woman before her, clearly running about that day and somewhat visibly exhausted. Her apologies were unnecessary, "My child I take no offense." Hesperine said looking at Josephine, "You do not kneel to me, not today," She said continuing. "I apologize if my presence is an inconvenience, and I understand if this is much to ask but I would like to speak to those gathered during the ceremony. If you will let me." She said offering a slight bow of humility and respect to the woman before her.

As the woman who had come to tell them, said that the funeral was beginning the group made their way inside the building and into the area in which the funeral would take place. No one spoke or uttered any words as they were here to pay respects to someone of great importance and of great virtue. The Divine remained stoic as she led the group in, her expression unchanging as many knelt to show their respect to her. She was a figure of the utmost importance in the Divine Faith, a figure that had been a champion of the poor, the destitute and the downtrodden. For her entire tenure as High Divine, and her time in the Sacellum as a Reverend Mother and even when she was but a nun, Hesperine had championed the causes that others ignored, saying it was the will of the Gods to help others and that it was the command of Aurea herself. For that she had garnered the utmost respect from most, and the ire from few, though none openly challenged her, mostly out of the respect for her or her station.

Finally they came to the seats that were reserved for them and the Divine stepped to the side so that she could sit by the aisle. Emilie then went as far down as she could, with Seraphine in tow, next to her sat Astrid the High Queen of the High Marches, then came the Hilmer of Yorgrim and husband of Astrid. The others found their seats as well with Natalia waiting until the second to last seat was all that was left, she sat there, with the Divine taking the seat on the outside. Now all that was left to wait.

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[Yennefer]

"Oh, of course, as you wish." Josephine muttered embarrassingly at her display as she smiled childishly. The Divine then continued on as guilt for not inviting the holy figure formed within the Ambassador. "No! Of course not! You are in no inconvenience, your eminence! You are always welcome in Redania as of others" She looked slightly towards Natalia "We surely needed this..." She paused in sadness to look at the woman that lead her faith. "Usually in times like these we looked towards the Grand Cathedral for hope but even they weren't spared... Your presence alone brings us comfort. Surely even if you did not ask, our leader would come to you nonetheless." She spoke truthfully.

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Maeveris and Morrigan walked together simultaneously as they made their way down the stairs of the Chateau Du Lion. Morrigan made it a mission for herself to greet the Hilmer personally, hearing the rumors from love struck girls of how dashing the King of the North was when he first stepped foot on the Redanian soil. Even Irisviel was captivated herself, though the duty for her people was far more greater than wanting the attention of a man. Morrigan on the other hand, wanted to juggle both. "Morrigan, he's probably not as good looking as everyone makes him to be..." Maeveris irritatingly replied to the millions of comments ushered out over her excited friend. "Oh hush, just because your married doesn't mean you can act like some shrewd old woman." Morrigan spat. "Don't be jealous, darling. Just because your single doesn't mean you can act like some petty envious little thing. Its unbecoming." She retorted. "And besides, my Tharold is better than any man." Morrigan looked at her friend, giving her a bemused look towards her taste in men. The two then continued to banter wholly on a different subject until they neared two men that were built like warriors. Expectedly, Morrigan drooled at the sight as Maeveris returned the bemused expression. "Contain yourself, woman. Look, your Hilmer carries another rose beside him." She pointed out. And with that Morrigan's soured face returned. In one motion she threw her nose high and turned to climb up the stairs, muttering of how fate worked against her. In this mood, no words could change her disposition. Maeveris laughed and continued her stride towards them. When she reached them, she smiled in welcome. They later made their way to the vestibule. Maevris following behind.





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@Reddrection

 

[Reddrection]

Freyr Einar / Ragnvaldr Tyr



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The three followed the 'individuals of importance' as Ragnvaldr put it through the city until coming upon the Chateau Du Lion. The old Summer Palace once welcomed them with open arms. It brought about Yorgrim's first outside relations. Now, as Montrequienne had become crippled by matters Freyr had no knowledge of, seeing it again pulled at his heart. Ragnvaldr continued to assure him that they had their attention drawn from Redania's plight, and not to beat himself over it. Somewhere in him Freyr couldn't believe that. He made sure to remember to do everything in his power to aid them now. Freyr looked to his friend. Ragnvaldr was thinking similarly. They nodded in unison. A silent agreement to aid the nation of their dear friend. It was the least they could do.


The voice of another managed to break them from his thoughts. "I'm sorry to meet you at such a grim day. But I am the second consul of the republic, it is an honor to meet you." The two men sighed. Hasty introductions, even on such a day, apparently continued in other nations. Freyr could have sworn he heard Rainer's rage in the wind. Freyr turned his attention to the man addressing himself. "Freyr Einar, along with my friend Ragnvaldr Tyr and my companion Astrid." Freyr motioned to the two standing beside him. Ragnvaldr crossed his arms and nodded. Freyr gave pause for a moment, considering his words. "A grim day to say the least Second Consul, but, it is a glory all the same to meet you." Freyr remembered the tournament between Rainer and Audun. He hoped similar events were not hosted in Redania on such occasions.

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A woman smiled to them in welcome. Freyr managed a smile back, trying to appear as friendly as possible. Where was friend Giles when you needed him? Freyr couldn't identify anyone by face, and he couldn't lean on Ragnvaldr for names forever. He cursed at himself for not taking care to remember more names in his time in Redania. "Freyr." Ragnvaldr nudged him in the side. Guests had begun to file into the Chateau Du Lion as the funeral rites were beginning. "Come then you two. Our reason for coming here is upon us." His heart grew heavy in his chest the closer they got. Freyr and Ragnvaldr remained silent out of respect for their great friend. Freyr glanced about to the other powers surrounding him. Astrid and Ragnvaldr had a much better idea of the other nations than he. Freyr stood slightly at unease, hoping he wouldn't preform any actions to cause trouble. When they did something, Freyr repeated the action. He put his fist to his heart in salute before the High Divine, that much he figured out. She was a symbol of goodness. Anyone with any sense could see that. Freyr found a respect in her authority he found in few others.
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As others began to take their seats, the three found their way to their own. Astrid sat beside the Supreme Councillor, then Freyr with Ragnvaldr at his other side. Freyr sighed of relief. At least he found air amongst children of the North. They sat in wait of the funeral's beginning. A wait that to Freyr felt like ages.

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[MarkNorbert]

Montrequienne, kingdom of Redania


King Florian vit Gutsgarb




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Florian dared not interrupt the moment with his reason of being present here, aside from the invitation he has received to attend the funeral of the former Supreme Chancellor. He wished to get things done, to prepare for what might come into the future, to do more deeds than he has already done. But, alas, he could not. He did not wanted to ruin this moment with his selfishness and rudeness. Instead, Florian gave his condolences and remained close to the group, but aside, to not interfere with the touchy moment. The presence of the most Holiness did not bother him, nor was he surprised by her. He has a faithful of the Imperial Gods, but he shown respect to her, even from being a member, and an important one, of a different religious group. He bowed to her in respect and remained silent, as always. Once everyone entered the Chateau, Florian approached Supreme Chancellor Casandra and gently whispered to her. 'Once the respects are given and the event is over, I would wish to speak to you, my lady. My condolences. Mourn your friend and never forget her.' he bowed, then left, to find a seat.

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Grand Dominion of the Guild Lands


Trius Alexos vit Gutsgarb

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'Prepare to disembark!' Alexos shouted to his men. After what seemed as countless days on sea, they have finally arrived. To help. To prove themselves. To gain glory. Ship after ship docked on the Guild Lands port, man after man disembarking, one by one, in their naval outfits and foot outfits. Already, a unit has been formed up in front of the docks. They all stood in ranks, with their chests out, their pitch-black winter uniforms standing out and their muskets shinning on their arms. A man stood in front of them, yelling, shouting orders and encouragement. Alexos's flagship docked and the moment it did, the young trius left the ship with ease and happiness. Happy for feeling the ground down his feet, happy that once, he could sleep well. He approached the first man he saw, who was not a Vaar personnel and saluted them.


'Trius Alexos vit Gutsgarb, third in the chain of command of the Vaar Military, reporting in for duty, accompanied by eighty thousand soldiers, alongside with the transports crew and army staff members. We are at your disposal.' Alexos said.


'Trius!' a voice shouted from behind. Alexos turned around to face the man who was approaching them with haste. 'The men are still disembarking. We would need a place for them to stay.'


'Speak with the quartermaster. He will know. If not, await orders. The Grand Dominion will give us shelter.' Alexos said. The man saluted the trius and left, in search for the quartermaster, who was not far away, preparing everything. Alexos turned towards the man he spoke to previously, but was grabbed by another man.


'Trius! Prime minister Alexius sent a letter. He wishes to know if he should send the summer uniforms and if you would like to receive any more reinforcements.' an old man asked, his age, easily recognized by his long, gray beard, bald head and heavy eyes. He was dressed differently from the other Vaar men. He was a noble. Alexius's spy, to see if everything went well, according to plan.


'Inform the prime minister that currently we won't be needing either of them. After the winter has left, I will send a letter for the uniforms. As for the reinforcements, until I analyze the situation, alongside with our allied commanders, I won't be needing anything. As you were.' Alexos dismissed the old noble and returned his gaze towards the first man he met. 'May I speak with the person in charge, please?'

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The people's republic


Augustus/Teriq



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Teriq nodded to the freyr and to his companions, there was a akward silence between them afterwarsd. Teriq was talking to the man who had fell in love with the chancellor, he didn't know what else to say to comfort him. "Thank you....Maybe in another time we could talk as friends rather then being strangers to each other." He takes a small now and went off towards Augustus.He and the others had found themselves seats on the right side of the room. Paying there respect to the holiness and waiting for the funeral to begin. Near the entrance came Audun, along his daughter Ellines and his wife Catherine. They both greeted friends and others alike. When Audun saw the freyr and other Yorgrim members being seated. He led his family to them and gave them a greeting and nod.Labatos, Crassus, and the officers stood in the back and stood at attention. Helping with security and such and paying there respects, after hearing rumors of the assassins the military had been on edge when traveling to the east. These four months would be remembered in history, and the republic will do everything they can to prevent this horrible tragedy from happening again, the senate had already discussed terms of sending additional fundasto the redainian and hope for a better resolution.


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It was quite a pleasant day back in the capital city of the republic. Two columns one which was runoms and others Starkens marched to the main gate with there parade equipment to meet the leader of Anteris, Leridus, and Avissus. A few days had passed since the invitations were sent to them, Lanus and Pompis were in charge of the preparations and quickly arranged the parade, The feast, and the great temple that had bestowed the statues of all there gods. The two senators awaited near the bottom of the stairs and many people had gathered to greet there guest. Lanus wearing his military uniform and his green cloak, while Pompis wore a similar uniform only with several medals and a blue cloak. Lanus seemed a bit nervous and somewhat jumpy, he whispered to his brother Pompis."Did you make sure the carriage is awaiting them for each one?" Pompis raised an eye at him and scowled at him, "Of course I did, do you see me as an incompetent idiot?have courage brother."


At the gates the columns and the three carriages had arrived at the gates. They would wait for the arrival of the three leaders and give them the utmost respect.The drummers, trumpeters, and flag bearers formed in the front of the main road and awaited for orders.[/font]

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[Yennefer]

"I ask for nothing, I can get by, but I know so many less lucky than I.

Gods help my people, we look to you still

Gods help my people, or nobody will."



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"Beautiful yet stark..." Leliana commented, standing beside her old friend and now leader of the nation of Redania as the two watched the peaceful body of their once beloved Irisviel Du Lion being laid to rest. "She always had a way with words that pulled on ones heart; even to those who had none..." She paused to look at her friend. She was grieving, and she took it hard. All Leliana could do now was to serve by her side and give her recompense, in honor of their late friend and their standing friendship. "They are arriving Cassandra. Best collect yourself and know that this is only just the beginning... Irisviel smiles on us from above, she is still here." She offered, smiling at her friend then parting to meet with the other delegates. Cassandra sniffled but then breathed heavily to exercise her mind and body like she had done so long ago as a warrior. She looked up at the statue, the great column gifted by the Watermore estate. It depicted Irisviel as a warrior of valor, a figure of strength and most importantly, the symbol of hope for her people. She stood tall over all, and the vestibule of chateau Du Lion, paled in comparison to the light that emitted from the marble statue. "She would hate me for making such a thing..." Cassandra jested. She smiled for the first time in ages and then turned to begin the procession.


Before the new Supreme Chancellor could begin her speech, she scanned the expansive room as she collected the fond memories the two had shared when they frolicked around the great hall from children till now. She could remember the first time here in the chateau, when the two ladies greeted each other as her being the new elected Supreme, and Cassandra being her new elected right hand. She could remember the times when the pair did miraculous work together, instilling change where a centuries old rules and laws prevented such. She could remember the speech the young lass delivered right at the same spot as she stood, as the woman she called friend, tore down the restrictive roles for many. To all, Irisviel was the hand of the coming age and she brought it to the people of Redania first hand. It was in her ideals that she hoped for the world to grow in enlightenment and unfortunately, was unable to reaped what she sowed. Her legacy remained on however, as flowers of her liking decorated the expansive room in beautiful whiteness and friends and family alike here today celebrating her short but blessed life. The black roses gifted from Prince Atlas sat in bundles beside her casket and the Redanian flag blanketed over it as if the nation as a whole embraced her one last time. The new Supreme Chancellor smiled again and finally spoke.


"Irisviel Du Lion." She started off, her eyes starting to water. "Was a women of many things. She was a daughter, a niece, a women of faith, and most importantly, she was a friend. Her kindness touched us all in many aspects of our lives, be it taking in a child thats not entirely of her own, or to form a pact of friendship from a people she knew nothing of, she still, nonetheless, showed her caring light to us all. The last couple of weeks have been terrible for the Redanian people; us, living a nightmare that we have all struggled to come to terms with, facing the tribulations and hardships that unfortunately robbed us of our beloved leader. Though hope still remains in us all for her sacrifice was not in vain. The people of Redania are finally recovering, albeit gradually. 'When the storm has swept by, the wicked are gone, but the righteous stand firm.' That is what she instilled in us; a legacy to forever remain stoic against adversary, to forever remain unyielding against the wicked, and also, to forever remain humble to show love for all." She paused as her voice grew in strength. "This day is not a day of mourning, it is not a day of the past but instead a day for tomorrow. Irisviel was a visionary, a woman of character. She dreamed for the world to be united in peace and tranquility, a world where we can all shape our own individual fates rather than the forces of the old doing it for us. A champion of enlightenment, she wished for a better world. She wished for an enlightened one." She smiled, thinking of her friend. "Let the memories of Irisviel put the spring back in our lead-heavy legs, let the warmth of her eyes and her smile dry our tears and let her beautiful voice boom out, 'Stop crying for me, your not playing the Game right!'" Cassandra jested, attempting to bring humor to everyone there. "Whenever I fall, or anytime doubt clings on to my heart, I can never stay in such a state for long. It was always the memories of our dear Irisviel that has always been my motivation and my inspiration to continue the long fight. So take a moment to please laugh and smile, to transform those tears of sadness into joy by remembering some of Irisviel's fondest moments with you. We carry her with us every day wherever we go, so to Irisviel, from all of us here today,…this isn’t goodbye, it’s just a different kind of hello."


"I leave the podium for the Divine herself. As a woman of faith, Irisviel has always looked towards the Sacellum for answers. One last time, she will blessed again to hear from the very woman she held high in esteem." She looked towards the woman clad in Aetherial attire. "The floor is yours your worship." She sat back down but without glancing towards Natalia. Her anger seethed but the presence of the young woman before her gave forth another feeling. She did not look like the woman she saw during the delegations, she had changed, as if something in her broke. Cassandra ignored it and sat back down, starring once in a while at the Ivory Queen. After this, Redania had to resume. Meetings were already collecting before her. The secret coalition from the Vaar people looked promising.

~ In loving memory ~

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[Oberons Veil]

"The floor is yours your worship." And so it was. The Divine Hesperine stood, masking the pain in her knees like she had been doing for the past several years. Old age had not agreed with her and for that she minimized her traveling. This however, was an occasion that required her presence, she had not been invited. Not out of disrespect, more so simply because many believed her position required her to be elsewhere when this kind of thing occurred, however her position was to do just what she was today. She offered a nod to Supreme Chancellor Cassandra as she watched her take her seat, and as she herself proceeded to the podium.

The High Divine scanned the room, and looked out at the solemn faces. Some were more stoic, some regretful, others held anger and sorrow. Finally the Divine took a breath and readied herself. "The world has lost a light, one which guided its people through dark times and provided the warmth to nurture them, the love to bind them and the will to go on." She said looking out and seeing how some faces moved with the words and others grew more hard as they directed their anger at others, and in particular at Natalia. "By the grace of the Divines themselves, I the Divine Hesperine, High Divine of the Anorien Sacellum and humble leader of the Faith do proclaim that Irisviel Du Lion shall be made Saint Irisviel of Redania. Her actions are what others should strive to do, her beliefs are what others should hold, and the will of the gods will be done." She said. There was much surprise throughout the room. No Saint had been cannonized during the entire tenure of the Divine Hesperine. Many had believed the woman did not believe such things were necessary as in her own words We are all but humble servants of the Gods. "Her actions were dictated by her love of her people. That love should remain a beacon to others, to never give into the darkness that infects this world. A paragon against the bulwark of Atros." She said singling out the Dark Divine himself.

She continued on after a brief pause, "This woman embodied what is good, and lived to the teachings of Aurea, our most Divine God." She said looking at the portrait of the woman who once graced these halls. Many letters had been sent from the Arch-Reverand Mother of the Grand Cathedral of Montrequinne telling of the deeds of Irisviel Du Lion. Her commitment to her people and to the Faith. The words had not fallen on deaf ears, as the Annorien Sacellarium had been in debate the last month as to whether or not this woman should be proclaimed a Saint should she die. Her actions spoke volumes and her will was unparalleled.

"We are bound by our eternal souls to the void itself. What you believe happens after death is your own. I am not here to tell you that Irisviel graces the halls of the Gods, I am not here to tell you that the Divines are the only gods. Gathered here are people of faith, of respect and of the desire to mend the wounds that occurred." She said making it clear that Natalia was here not to add insult to injury but to try to mend the wounds that had been opened on that day. "The gods work in mysterious ways, and we are but mortals who must navigate the ever changing maze we call life." She said looking around the room one last time. "I offer a prayer," she said bowing her head and folding her hands at her heart in an Aetherial motion.

"Divines, bless the immortal souls that once graced these halls,


she is but a servant to you, as we all are.


Here we stand, here we rest, we send forth our hopes for a better tomorrow.


Our sorrows will remain, our breaths will be tense, our hearts will ache,


we are but mortals in an ever changing world.


Guide us, aid us, and comfort us in our time of need.


May her soul rest in eternal peace,


amen."




She said looking back at the Supreme Chancellor and approaching her as she departed the podium. "Your friend will rest happily as she knows you will lead." She said before walking back to her seat and holding Natalia's hand as the woman cried. The Divine did what she could to console Natalia, though it was little as the younger woman was suffering heavily for the burdens she bore, she had to bear alone. May the Divines guide this soul. She said gently taking Natalia and leaning her onto her own shoulder. Tears were heavy and the suffering would only end in time.

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[Ahzek Ahriman]

King Wilhelm I


Late. The one term Wilhelm hated the most in the world right now, he was late to a funeral because of something he couldn't deal with, he didn't know honestly what made him more angry. The fact that he couldn't do anything about being late or being late. as his ship began to pull into the harbor of Montrequienne he glanced around at his inner cabin, standing up and walking over to the mirror within the cabin and looking at his formal dress uniform, fixing the aiguillette on his left side for seemed like the sixth time that day, looking himself up and down and sighing to himself, walking to the door and opening it. As he steps outside he takes a deep breath of the harbor air, before fixing his cap onto his head and looking at his two formal guards, who salute him as he steps out onto the deck of the ship, now finally in port within Montrequienne. Upon meeting with the dock hands and guided to some of the military guard on patrol, Wilhelm and his entourage of two guards were quickly escorted towards the Cathedral. He sighs, looking up at the building and turning to his guards before saying calmly "It's not a horrible enough day to remain outside, the services have already begun by now so no need to interrupt them and intrude upon the mourning of others." As he remains outside, he'd walk over and sit quietly upon the top step of the cathedral, removing his cap and sighing, his men remaining close by but giving him some space as he quietly prays, bowing his head and shutting his eyes as he waits for the service to end and for him to be able to pay his condolences for those who lost.

 

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The Clans of Yorgrim


Freyr
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Freyr listened intently as both the new Supreme Chancellor and the High Divine gave their condolences to Irisviel. Cassandra, if he remembered right, spoke with a pure honestly Freyr couldn't help but respect. It was clear the two had been true friends to one another. He couldn't argue with a word she said, her speech raising his spirits to some degree. Irisviel had graced him with a friendship he would always cherish. That was a gift he wished he could have repayed far better on his end. As the Divine Hesperine took to the podium, Freyr's eyes followed the Supreme Chancellor, sensing an understandably fuming anger building as she took her seat. Whether she'd see him or not, Freyr made a small nod to her. Yorgrimers had a way of communicating in small gestures. Freyr did his best to convey sympathy. Ragnvaldr elbowed his ribs. Must he do that every time Freyr's attention was required. He motioned to the High Divine as she was beginning to speak.





Freyr focused his attention to her as she started. Irisviel was more than worthy of becoming a Saint to her people. She already was in a special way. While he might not have understood the references to her own faith, he certainly agreed with the workings of the gods. They all were all pieces in the plans of the gods. As the Divine Hesperine started prayer, Freyr bowed his head in his own. Næmnæemærr, vísa sálǫnd Irisviel at heill. Samanásamt minni Konunga-ævi hylli. Fljóð æsváss ólúgfróðr Jórsalafarar. (Glorious One, guide Irisviel's soul to hearth. We together honor her noble life that favored and graced our own. She is beloved as a crusader of good heart.) Freyr began to tear up. An flame burned in his gut. A light truly had faded from their world, one he had come to befriend. Ragnvaldr put a hand on his shoulder. It bugged him how easily his friend could read his thoughts. Ragnvaldr smiled reassuringly. Irisviel had become a friend to both of them, one they'd never forget. The thought of her began to give Freyr strength rather than grief and anger. Freyr took Astrid's hand, looking to her as there was pause in condolences. Freyr managed the faintest of smiles, and his first honest one durring their whole time in Redania.

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Rainer
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Rainer glared down at various maps of the north and of the areas surrounding the High Marches from his room in one of the inns of Avenhiem. Why did this little rebellion have to happen as all of the north was packing up for the frostfall? Yorgrim's assistance forces were moving slowly. Slower than Rainer could personally accept. If they could get warriors mobilized, they could help gain an advantage. Fighting from within the harshness of their homeland was their specialty. Raining death down from afar with archery was their real specialty but their resilience to the land was a close enough second at this point. That didn't change the fact that the suddenness of it all paired with the oncoming cold was taking a serious tole on their mobility. They had prepared for possible conflict should their meeting with Astrid had gone sour as a safety measure. Problem was, moving that force at the halfway point between Yorgrim and the High Marches here with minimal communication was proving more than a hassle. With a little over thirty warriors, while striking out wherever possible, they were little more than an annoyance to the enemy at this point. Trying to move reinforcements from their mid-ground encampment wasn't cutting it either. Rainer beat himself up over not preparing better for a situation he was so suited to. Ragnvaldr managed to get things moving from back home, but with himself, Freyr, and Astrid in Redania for Irisviel's funeral, managing any form of reinforcements had become near impossible. Rainer cursed in a mix of frustration and anger, maybe a little louder than he should have. He collapsed into his bed, covering his face with his hands. "Apparently Dauðadagr (death-day) has come early this eternity."


"You're words only chill the air more than it already is Siguard." Runa stepped into the room, her hair rich brown hair dusted with snowflakes and her cheeks reddened from the frozen winds. She was shivering, though it didn't matter much to children born of the northern cold. A quality Rainer was thankful Yorgrim managed to retain. "Not like it can get any colder at this point. And don't you dare take that as an opportunity to prove me wrong gods!" Rainer jabbed his finger up at the air like a father would to scorn his child. "Hey, things will start to look up. We just need to wait on Freyr and Astrid to get back and Ragnvaldr to return to Yorgrim, then things can get moving again." "Waiting is not my specialty Runa." She couldn't argue with him there. Rainer was probably the most impatient man in the whole north. If it weren't for Freyr and Runa's own patience with him, Glorious One knows what he would have done on impulse. With three key elements all away from the fight, Yorgrim's part in the fight against Vetrhlíf had stalled immensely. He wanted to be out there driving his spear into the enemies of their new ally. Freyr had managed friendly relations with the High Marches, and that was just about as far as he had explained. Vetrhlíf understandably took most of his attention on the matter. Ever since the meeting between Freyr and Lady Whitefyre, the two had become inseparable in their work. 'The Raven' reminded Rainer of a womanly Freyr. Both being extremely intelligent, strong willed, and have power to their souls. They both cared deeply for their homes, and were willing to put everything on the line to defend them. He hadn't ever seen Astrid fight, if she did at all. If the similarities between them continued, that would make for a total of three fighters Rainer couldn't beat even if they went easy on him. The thought bugged him a little.





Runa curled closely next to Rainer, her touch cold against his. Their friends weren't the only ones spending more time together. Rainer had honestly thought Runa was enticed by Freyr, an easy enough assumption by all rights. The gods had a way of turning things on their head for Rainer. She worked herself up to it and confessed to him, and albeit rather awkward at first, he and Runa had come closer in their time working with the High Marches. They kept it to themselves for the most part. No sense in adding more to the already overflowing mess they all had to sort through. Rainer was sure Ragnvaldr had put two and two together in the few times he had come to the east. If he knew of their feelings or not, he kept it to himself. Maybe after this war was over and done with they could actually tell Freyr, but until then they left space on his plate for other matters. Runa had become one of the few things keeping Rainer sane during this fiasco. He played with her hair as light snoring eventually ushered from Runa's sleeping form. Rainer smiled. For a brief moment in time, he had completely forgotten about fighting anyone.