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[OrigFic] Let the Darkness Free the Light
Feb. 27th, 2011 02:59 pmTitle: Let Darkness Free the Light.
Prompt: Free Space
Rating: (PG)
Content Notes/Warnings: The Battle for Tuima, the gathering of the force that under the General Lianna Ebonheart would have part in saving illander, the Holy City.
Warnings: Violence.
Main Character/s: Lianna EbonHeart
Plot: The Seige of Tuima and the gathering of an army.
Location: Tuima, Capitol city of Royale.
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My father’s country.
I knew nothing about Royale except the rumors and lies spread by the Gaelians, that the Royalians were dark haired and darker skinned, golden like those in the north who lived beneath the harsh sun. They were a people who speak a foreign tongue, ugly on the ears, and they worshiped Nanqa God of Darkness, Undead and Chaos; it even being said they sacrificed their children to this dire deity. Some of this could be true, but much of it was hogwash, after all, my mother’s people were spit upon by the Gaelians as well. That’s me; born of a Royalian man and a Daranigh woman, less than the trash that littered the Holy city’s alleyways. But we, the Daranigh do not give up on our own; they had looked at me oddly when they first were introduced to my father. But hands were held out and taken, shaken and there was a call for ale, the hated banded together.
And that is why I am doing this, that is why I am spurring my horse on all the faster over destroyed farmland. The hated band together. I was not going to allow my father’s people to perish without a fight, I know little of them, but I am willing to learn. Father had attempted to teach me their speech, and though it is broken coming from my lips I would damn well try! There was one thing I did know, and that unlike the Gaelians, the Royalians respected their women, knew of their strengths. I would harness this; I had no formal training, a woman getting sword training and being taught to lead men in battle? No, not in illander, humans counted more the organ between their legs then the passion beneath the skin. Father taught me all that he could with a blade and my mother through connections had me learn how to ride like a man by the Daranigh who worked in the Royal stables.
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Prompt: Free Space
Rating: (PG)
Content Notes/Warnings: The Battle for Tuima, the gathering of the force that under the General Lianna Ebonheart would have part in saving illander, the Holy City.
Warnings: Violence.
Main Character/s: Lianna EbonHeart
Plot: The Seige of Tuima and the gathering of an army.
Location: Tuima, Capitol city of Royale.
--
My father’s country.
I knew nothing about Royale except the rumors and lies spread by the Gaelians, that the Royalians were dark haired and darker skinned, golden like those in the north who lived beneath the harsh sun. They were a people who speak a foreign tongue, ugly on the ears, and they worshiped Nanqa God of Darkness, Undead and Chaos; it even being said they sacrificed their children to this dire deity. Some of this could be true, but much of it was hogwash, after all, my mother’s people were spit upon by the Gaelians as well. That’s me; born of a Royalian man and a Daranigh woman, less than the trash that littered the Holy city’s alleyways. But we, the Daranigh do not give up on our own; they had looked at me oddly when they first were introduced to my father. But hands were held out and taken, shaken and there was a call for ale, the hated banded together.
And that is why I am doing this, that is why I am spurring my horse on all the faster over destroyed farmland. The hated band together. I was not going to allow my father’s people to perish without a fight, I know little of them, but I am willing to learn. Father had attempted to teach me their speech, and though it is broken coming from my lips I would damn well try! There was one thing I did know, and that unlike the Gaelians, the Royalians respected their women, knew of their strengths. I would harness this; I had no formal training, a woman getting sword training and being taught to lead men in battle? No, not in illander, humans counted more the organ between their legs then the passion beneath the skin. Father taught me all that he could with a blade and my mother through connections had me learn how to ride like a man by the Daranigh who worked in the Royal stables.
