Beneath Crimson Wings
Nineteenth Day of the Second Month 293 AC
Allowing a seed of winter to take root in the South might prove to be a beacon to the powers that called it forth, you reason, and yet the magic that slumbers in the fallen wyrm's heart is too great to simply cast aside. Thus you order it sealed along with the most perilous relics in the tower, much to Rina's relief,making it clear her own thoughts ran along the same path. On the one hand you are satisfied to see such proof of her pledge of loyalty as telling you the heart's true power, but failing to speak reminds you that she has a long way yet to go. It was not on loyalty alone that you came so far, but friendship and the wise counsel it gives.
You consider a flight to clear your head when an unexpected realization comes upon you, like the hollow feeling of missing a step going down stairs, the lesser forms of dragon-kind are closed to you now the words that once allowed you to borrow them hollow and powerless. To fly now you must do so in your own skin or not at all.
"What?" Dany asks reading your face with the ease of long practice. When you explain your realization she gives you a sympathetic look and questions if wishcraft will serve in place of the lost spell.
You consider the matter for a moment then shake your head, "Other human forms I can take, not other dragons."
"Ah... you were so
cute," she replies, half-in-jest half true melancholy.
The memory of those long ago enthusiastic hugs draws a smile from your lips. "Being larger does have its advantages even if I shan't be winning any races. It takes a lot less work to stay in the air..."
"And you could make half the keeps in the Seven Kingdoms surrender at the sight of you ." Though said with a smile the words are no doubt true. The realization that you could probably win
a war for Westeros on the morrow if you wished, though not the war you might prefer to fight is not nearly as abrupt as the one that came before, but it more than makes up for the loss you had felt a moment past.
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The training camp is alive with the sound of heavy boots and steel ringing on steel as hundreds of men of men all shining in the bright afternoon sun march and fight in formation like a single enormous segmented silver beast. Oh, there are still errors to be seen from the air from high above as they face off against either each others or the fiery-winged archons, and there doubtless will be more of them in true battle, but here under your wings lies an army like no other upon this world.
Each man bears arms and armor worthy of a skilled knight, but these are no knights,each with their own crest upon their shields, who might turn from the fight or even fall upon each others, these are your legions and with them you will forge not just the war you mean to fight in the Seven Kingdoms, but the peace that will follow.
You land in a shower of dust claws gouging deep into the dry, sandy soil of the field, chosen precisely because Vee succinctly proclaimed it 'shit land for growing anything besides weeds.'
"Your Grace the the general is..." a junior officer, marked by his bright crimson cloak gasps just as you take on your own shape again, unlike Dany who is content to coil on your shoulders.
"At ease, lieutenant, I am here to talk to our allies. How
have the men been doing in mock battle against them?" you add As the man falls in respectfully besides you.
"Well... we are vetting better at it, I can say that much. Damn happy they will be fighting besides us if we are to fight against demons and such," he replies.
"What have you heard?" your sister asks, a little sharply.
You wonder what the man would think if you told him you have no idea where the legions will be deploying as part of a complex plan to thwart foresight.
"Just rumors," the officer hastens to explain. "We all know about Mantarys and the angels weren't shy about where they came from. If one Free City could be crawling with demons why not another? Snake and Tree know the bloody magisters are stupid
and wicked enough to let 'em in given half a chance."
"And the legionaries are not concerned over the possibility?" you ask. Truth be told you would have expected a rather different reaction to such tales making the rounds, perhaps a call to lift spirits and offer explanations.
"No, Your Grace, we are just happy to be able to do out part rather than leaving everything up to you and the Companions." the way he said the last word it almost sounded like a proper title.
The man falls silent as you approach the giant perfectly proportioned form of the shield-bearer who served as Yrael's representative for this expedition, the same spirit who fought beside you against the listener at the last.
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OOC: Not really an action heavy-part, but a bit more from the legions on the eave of conquest.