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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #45: June 14, 2019, 07:43:03 PM »

-PHOENIX COURT 3-


Roleplay from Andross Blint


The Phoenix Court: Blood and Honor [Pt. 1]

Once the surprise of Selenia's fury and challenge abated, Andross recovered. Adrenaline pumped through his body and he readied himself. Before him stood his mentor and friend. His queen. Should she wish him dead, he would not deny her that. He would accept that fate with open arms.

"Outside. Now." She growled at him. Something in her eyes told him she would fight him, but she wouldn't kill him. Not today. Perhaps only because Godric still yet lived. Andross grabbed a goblet of water from one of the ledges near him as he walked out into the rain. The crowd parted for him as if he himself was made of poison and any contact with him would result in the spreading of an infection that could not be stopped. He walked out and all 70 of his Forged were there, waiting. Skia ran out alongside him and turned to guard his back as he made his way down the steps. Selenia followed him out and at the look in her face plus the faces of the other assembled nobles. Andross's men shifted, gripping their weapons tightly.

"NO!" He bellowed. Looking at them and sweeping his blade through the air slowly, leveled at their chests. "Nobody interferes. No matter what. No. Matter. What."

He ripped his cloak from his shoulders and tossed it aside. The wind and rain caught it and buried it in the mud of the street. He drank a deep gulp from the goblet of water and spat it out to the side, he looked up to the heavens and let the rain wash down on his face. He took another small sip and swallowed it before tossing aside the goblet. He looked at Skia and muttered something to her, inaudible to the rest of the crowd. His direwolf trotted off to the side, and waited. Her fangs bared, but unmoved from her spot.

He looked at Selenia as she walked down the steps, flanked by all those who'd assembled for the Phoenix Court. Her face was twisted in fury and rage. Her kukris drawn. He readied his sword, and drew a dagger of his own and readied himself. His face determined. This was for honor.