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realpolitik2013-07-30 10:41 pm
intendance) wrote in realpolitik2013-07-30 10:41 pm
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Morgan | Morgan | 032
[Honestly, what she's doing here is exactly what she's always done. She's just carrying out her father's orders. The fact that she's killing her old friends, well...
It's a shame, it really is, but Father comes first. He's always come first. She may know them, faintly, but it's all trumped by the feeling of wanting to really, really make her father proud.
He wasn't the father she was used to, granted. Once upon a time, he had been so gentle, she remembered that. He'd be sweet and kind and had taught her all sorts of tactics--and now... Well, now she would just have to make him so proud that he would teach her tactics again. That would be enough, she thinks. That would be enough.
Which is why she surveys her army's formation with some satisfaction. They're Risen, which means that the strange army that has suddenly appeared will be able to take care of them relatively easily, but hopefully not before they kill the others. And...if not, she'll just have to take care of them herself.
Which is why she's not completely outside of the range of combat as she steps forward, spell tome clutched close. She doesn't expect anyone to get this far that easily, which admittedly is a miscalculation--and one she'll probably regret.]
It's a shame, it really is, but Father comes first. He's always come first. She may know them, faintly, but it's all trumped by the feeling of wanting to really, really make her father proud.
He wasn't the father she was used to, granted. Once upon a time, he had been so gentle, she remembered that. He'd be sweet and kind and had taught her all sorts of tactics--and now... Well, now she would just have to make him so proud that he would teach her tactics again. That would be enough, she thinks. That would be enough.
Which is why she surveys her army's formation with some satisfaction. They're Risen, which means that the strange army that has suddenly appeared will be able to take care of them relatively easily, but hopefully not before they kill the others. And...if not, she'll just have to take care of them herself.
Which is why she's not completely outside of the range of combat as she steps forward, spell tome clutched close. She doesn't expect anyone to get this far that easily, which admittedly is a miscalculation--and one she'll probably regret.]