Video; Seelie-locked

[red_branch]

[Poised on a stretch of snow-capped cliffs looking over Cothromach's strong-hold on one side, Cu Chulainn posted on his locket and gave it a wide grin. His spear was resting over his shoulder and he looked absolutely unbothered by the razor-sharp, freezing winds lashing at him. In the far distance, a plume of black smoke rose up from a camp that he had recently razed and destroyed. Lancer made his distance earlier, to avoid being scouted too easily]

Hey there. It's come to my attention that we've got some unwelcome Unseelie soldiers sticking around Cothromach. I think they figured their camps were pretty well-disguised, but after awhile--it gets tough to hide that many soldiers. So--

[With a grin, he stood up straight and began walking up the cliff-face, scaling the mountain on foot. At that point, the mangled and burning Unseelie camp could be seen more clearly in the opposite direction as Cothromach. The mountain face gave Lancer an eagle's view of that camp, though it was largely too difficult for most people to scale as quickly as he had.]

I'm usually the type to hog the glory, but I'm missing a few of my precious abilities, so I'll need some help rooting those folks out and running them out of these lands. Who's in for some raids?

[OOC: Plot planning is here!]

Comments

[red_branch]

I used to operate like that. I died after having a pretty enviable life and I don't want to repeat it as if that wasn't enough for me.

I'd rather just live as I please, you know?

[steeledskin]

[ so -- bravado but not too much bravado. she frowns. ]

You died--?

[ medieval record scratch. ]

[red_branch]

[A lot more bravado than she even gave him credit for. 'As I please' was still limiting him to honorable decisions.]

I did. It was a pretty good fight in the end, but I guess I was overcome.

You could call me a 'heroic spirit'. Apparently, I did well enough in life that when I died, the world remembered me.

[steeledskin]

[ -- like some knight from the age of heroes. or a champion. florian, come again. she frowns. ]

I-I'm sorry. For your death, Lancer. My condolences.

[ having met two dead men in these lands already (her father included) she is not so confused by having to speak these words. ]

[red_branch]

[Lancer's smile had vanished. Sansa left him confused--apologizing for a death she had no part in. Was it just a courtesy for the dead, then?]

That ain't necessary.

[When he decided to chalk it up to manners, his expression slackened again.]

Warriors hope their deaths amount to something in the end. I was pretty lucky to die for my country. For the most part, I still won that fight.

[That was to say that his 'death' was the end of the battle, but he decimated the enemy army to the extent that advancing on Emain Macha, the capital, would have been suicide for the remaining forces.]

[steeledskin]

How proud your people must be.

[red_branch]

They were, once. Course, that's a society that's long in the past. In the modern age, folks like me would just be considered unwanted relics.

'Eras of Peace' don't seem to favor great warriors, y'know?

[steeledskin]

An era of peace. [ a moment. ] I was not aware peace could ever last an era, and not merely just the precious gasp between wars.

[ or so it now feels to a young woman. ]