Voice - LOCKED TO UNSEELIE

[scorchedchivalry]

[There was a terrifying rage underlying Saber's quiet, controlled words.]

If you are not helping with evacuations, either go to the infant Jabberwock the Seelie forced into this world or join me on the battlefield to prevent the Seelie soldiers from doing any more damage.

Should you choose neither of these three options, pray that I never find out.


[ooc: Anyone requiring orders, here you go! Also, do not expect much as far as conversation from Saber.]

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[skjalf]

( Maybe later, when this is done, they might speak privately. She would certainly benefit from such strength and wisdom when she is not trapped within the chains of her own rage and grief.

As it is, she bows her head and nods, curtly. )

It shall be as you say, and I thank you, good lady. Should aught happen to me, please ensure that he falls for his crimes. Be it tonight, or ten years from now.

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[scorchedchivalry]

He will die. I cannot say when, but it will happen. [And likely by her blade.] I will see to it, Lady.

[And with a dismissive wave of her hand, Saber teleported abruptly back to the battle, to shed Seelie blood and keep them from hunting the Jabberwhelp.]