How wearing the Protectorate is actually going to work out, totally 100% canon.
Mathilde grimaced as she stepped forward, smoke and shadows rising from her footsteps by the magic inside her body, as she cleanly bisected the Druchii in twain with her swords.
As was perhaps expected, the Druchii were fearsome opponents, though one that she had started to eclipse, clad in both magic and dwarven tools as she were. As she supressed the urge to touch the coin, who's cold metal surface chilled her chest, she wonder on the results of it.
A huge favour and boon from the Asur would been great, but without proper druchii killed it was doubtfull. Still, she wondered how much the Protector from her closest companion would end up changing things.
Caladrielle hummed as she stood above the slave pits, the ruefull and yet broken in lessers rumbling beneath her...And she was about to bark out an order, there was the distinct touch of divine within her soul, a whisper Baine has been slain in combat, a treacherous ilk whom was gonna betray you upon returning back.
Caladrielle blinked before swearing. Baine, that bitch. After everything, she thought she had properly supressed that annoyances ambitions. Grumbling, she turned back, the distinct annoyance and godly gratitude towards somone called Mathilde Weber.
Elreth held in her breath, as she carefully crawled underneath bodies and bushes. The boots of the newly trained traitors and the suspicious absence of any footsteps at all from the veteran ones. She thought those idotic Asurs were suppose to be pushovers compared to their gloriousness, and yet..!
As she came stumbling through the dry bushes and onto the shore, allready looking for a boat, something within her whispered Hargan was planning on to kill you, having grown jealous over how you curried the captain's favour. Elreth stopped for a brief second, before crawling even faster. Like hell she was going to die to some up-start Asur, when she had to get revenge on Hargan's family! And after that, find whomever this Mathilde Weber was.
All across, Druchii society, men and women would stop. As the touch of a God, flickered over them, revealing what betrayl had been planned, what knifes had been ready to be planted.
And further still, to the highest peaks, where the Golden masked once heir of a kingdom, sat. Jadus was planning to b- Kakaukin Had a plan to-Koval hated you from the start and- Maglan was never loyal-
Malekith sighed, as he stared up into the sky. To receive a message on whom might have killed you was great, if not for "You are enjoying this, aren't you Loec" For the fact that the messages never stopped. Najjirah had a special poison-
