The soldiers of the South Alliance of Estalia fight under Camilla, but they fight for Prince Aitor. The Lord of Magritta is beloved, for it was he who first proposed the idea of the forming the alliance as its leaders huddled in Parravon, working out a way to bring down the Mad-Lord of Bibali.
A devout servant of Myrmidia, the Prince has a special place of hatred in his heart for the Vampires for destroying the Great Temple of Magritta, and has sworn that he will have the head of Alejandro on a pike. Though he is not a warrior on par with his general, he did adventure in his younger days and served as a Diestro for those who needed to preserve their honor but had not the coin for it.
His plan, when-- not if, never if-- he wins, is to begin a second great convention on the site where the Vampire Servant lies dead, ideally to propel himself to kingship though is some dark-horse should snatch it away he would support them for the sake of unity-- and there sign, together, the Articles of Brotherhood, which would bind the fractious neighbors under a Constitutional Monarchy. He has been unflinchingly obvious in this matter.
This serves two purpose, beyond his own desire for justice: It has allowed the Republics of Estalia, those worth anything anyway, to support the Alliance; and it has helped him gather support from certain segments of Estalian society that he would otherwise face...many problems, from-- only in the alliance could there be a Templar order to Ranald.
That said, he has cracked down with a steel fist on those who would offer succor to the Vampire; while the other nations of the Old World do not care, the Estalians, some from a position of genuine concern and others seeking to weaken the Alliance, have criticized him for his harshness-- executions in broad daylight are the norm as the Lahmians, cast in to a frenzy by the death of their Queen, have begun settling old scores and sabotaging each-other in various ways, ranging from exposing their rivals in unliving to destroying the old networks that allowed the scions of darkness to prosper in the fractured nation.
Gift of the Ethereally Handsome: For the Lady looked upon the son of the Dark's Bane, and saw a beauty of his heart; and so molded the child's form to match: hair the color of the silvery mountains that are his home, eyes the color of the flowing Grismerie, and well crafted form. The beasts of the wilds cannot find it within themselves to strike the child, and the same will be true when he is older. (+1 Diplomacy, +1 Piety, +1 Spousal Opinion, Can attempt to tame otherwise impossible beasts when older)
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So yeah, one of your grandkids is basically a Disney Princess. But heavily-armed and French.
(So basically Belle)
(See, I wasn't just shitposting when I brought up the Unique Bretonnian Traits)
Either he encountered our Son in the badlands and had a chat or he heard about us calling down an army of semi-divine mage knights.
…or he is keeping tabs on our retired fae assassin of a wife.
[X] His aid in rescuing the children of Khypris. The Druchii will not, you think, under-estimate you; but they will not expect you to have Teclis.
Time to thwart evil!
Either he encountered our Son in the badlands and had a chat or he heard about us calling down an army of semi-divine mage knights.
…or he is keeping tabs on our retired fae assassin of a wife.
[X] His aid in rescuing the children of Khypris. The Druchii will not, you think, under-estimate you; but they will not expect you to have Teclis.
Time to thwart evil!
Usually when it's bad rolls it's pretty obvious though. Like, he'll post Mark Hamill's Joker laugh, or something equally terrifying. I think that this is more of a "I had big plans and you derailed them with your amazing rolls" gif.
Usually when it's bad rolls it's pretty obvious though. Like, he'll post Mark Hamill's Joker laugh, or something equally terrifying. I think that this is more of a "I had big plans and you derailed them with your amazing rolls" gif.
You're playing it close to your chest on the advice of Morgyan so that you can spring a surprise on whatever son of a bitch did the thing when you find out, assuming he doesn't know that you know.
That said, you could try seeking out the king and telling him.
The dwarf whistled as he worked. The Elf, the halflings, and the humans alike were gone to Ulthuan, and with them the sheer noise of so many differing peoples. Thodrek, as a right proper dwarf, did not smile; but one could be forgiven for seeing that wolfish split of his face and thinking otherwise.
The old skald was in his workshop, running his pen over parchment, when he heard a thud on the door. It stopped, and he ignored it.
Then it came a second time. The Dwarf looked up, eyebrow arching in annoyance.
A third time. Grumbling at whatever damn fool didn't let him enjoy his retirement, he rose up, walking to the oaken, ancient door. He saw nothing.
"Thodrek!"
Looking down, the Dwarf saw the boy's...boy. Abraham. Young, even by Manling standards; four or five or something to that effect. "Boy, don't you have anywhere better to be?"
"Mero's still reading that book Telathayne got him, Bertrand's busy trying to herd cats, Gauvain's in the library, and Ysolt is praying."
"Aren't there servants around here to burn your energy on, lad?"
"They don't want to play either, after that thing with the vase..."
"With which vase?"
"The Cotheq-Coathe- the elf one."
The Dwarf...did not smile. But by the Ancestors, his lips must have twitched. "Alright, boy, tell you what. I'm looking for an audience, and you're looking for something to do. If you promise to be quiet and let me speak, I'll tell you the tale of Gotrek Starbreaker."
The boy walked in, only to be hauled up on to the Dwarf's knee. "Now listen well; there are plenty of Beardlings who'd kill to have Uncle Thodrek tell them these things.
Now then, it wasn't long after the Arch-Whoreson threw his temper tantrum and broke his oath..."
It's basically just the War of Vengeance as the Dwarfs saw it, except now somewhat more accurate, being that there's been proof that Malekith is a total piece of shit who split with the High Elves right and proper.
