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[Thurion Heavenshield]

Midvinter Orbit​

Aboard the Oathkeeper​

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Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=waEFUEHjRqQ​

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It was beautiful to behold. For the first time he was able to gaze upon his ancestral home, shining like a white jewel against the vast emptiness of space. This was Midvinter, ancient home of the Valkyri people and forever encapsuled in ice and snow. Last time he was here, there wasn't much time to enjoy the view due to being shot down by pirates, forcing him and Nina to crash land and subsequently meeting his father out of pure chance. It gladdened his heart to return to what he now considers his homeworld, but the prospect of witnessing the wild, unbridled nature this planet offers was far outshined by him getting to meet his father again. It had been too long since last he saw him, and even though they parted on good terms, he worried about him; they'd fought off the hordes of the Vinterbound together and managed to interrupt their march on Tháinbroek. Somehow he was given the impression they could only be delayed for so long.

Besides the lingering threat of the dead arisen, Midvinter was now plunged into a state of civil war. One side supported his father, Thrand Dawnbringer, and his rightful claim by blood to the throne, while the other remained loyal to the current High King, Beorlund the Bold (commonly referred to as the 'Usurper' by his father's supporters), who through political schemes and bribes had stolen the throne once Thrand's father had drawn last breath upon his death bed. Thrand now has Midvinter rise up against the usurper, and already much progress has been made. What remained was taking Tháinbroek itself, which is built to be an impenetrable fortress, and the reason for him contacting his son for assistance. There had been many skirmishes over villages and small towns, but now both sides faced open war on the battlefield. Hence, Nina will not accompany Thurion to Midvinter this time. She'll be safe staying at the orphanage on Laekia surrounded by people she's gotten used to by now.

Stood gazing out the main viewport together, Thurion had wrapped his arms around his beloved fiancée [member="Coci Sinopi"], embracing her from behind. "This is my home", he spoke softly past her ear while inhaling her scent like he always would. "I can't wait to show it to you."

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Midvinter Orbit and Descent​

Oathkeeper​

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Her Beloved [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]​

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Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U62YkXZNs8M

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The wind high in the mountain tops kicked up a spray of glistening virgin snow settled atop the peaks as the Oathkeeper passed. Moving among the towering walls of rock and ice which dwarfed the ship, Coci stood in awe of Midvinter. There is much beauty to behold in the galaxy, star systems that have colours that are beyond description, nebula clouds, spiraling vortex and so much more, planets with landscapes of crystals, vast forests and oceans, jungles that pay homage to all forms of life and much more natural beauty but, Midvinter is King over them all.

Her hands rose and sat gently on his arms and she leaned back on his chest. "It is, majestic", she whispered back as gently as he, with the only word she could find to best describe the scene from the viewing port. He would feel the tremor running through her body, a culmination of many emotions, a sense of nervousness underpinning her excitement, and she too could not wait to see his homeworld. This visit will make things much more clear, to know Thurion more, although she knows his history, his childhood this journey will reveal the essence of the man.

She knows little of the man, his father. He is the rightful heir and set to reclaim the Throne and has asked his son and so her, for aid. Her nervousness stems from this, not the coming battle but meeting him, as most are like when meeting future in-laws. Such silliness in sense considering the dangers she has faced in war and missions, for this, to undo her.

A baptism of Ice.

She turned within his arms and looked up into his bearded face and found his sapphire blue eyes, "I want to see it all", she said before placing a gently kiss to his lips. A smile broke over his face, "My Prince", she added to jest but more to cut the tension she felt within herself. Thurion is Prince of Midvinter, a Prince among men, but to her it is a term of endearment regardless of titles.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

As she turned and kissed him, he returned the favour by pressing her body up against the glass. He held her by the wrists above her head and their kissing turned into something more passionate and ferocious. During this intimate moment between lovers Thurion almost wished they would never reach their destination, but sure enough Teetoo informed him of a suitable plateu to land on. "Let's make another pass around, Teetoo..." If the astromech droid had eyes, they would be rolling by now. Even so, he would accommodate his owner.

On the Ground​

"Here, you'll need this", he offered Coci one of the thick animal pelts he'd received on his last visit, large enough to cover a grown man from head to toe. He stepped towards her and wrapped the warm furs around her lithe body, slowly and deliberately. Once finished, Thurion cupped her cheek with his palm and gazed into her black eyes, offering her a smile. "I love you so much", he whispered just before pulling her close for a last embrace before the ramp extended and lowered itself. A cold gust of wind swept over them, only making him tighten his grip of her just to keep her warm.

When eventually stepping outside into the white landscape of Midvinter, he was surprised to see not his father, but rather a large group of Valkyri warriors who had prepared for their arrival. He'd almost forgotten how huge they were, easily a foot taller than himself or more. The largest one met them at the bottom of the ramp while the others suddenly dropped to one knee, all carrying various banners and standards. "Lord Heavenshield, welcome to Midvinter! Your father, the Dawnbringer, told us of an iron longboat that would descend from the skies at this location, and so we have awaited your arrival. I am Mannfreyd, one of your father's sworn men. We will take you to meet with him at the army encampment." He then bowed his head to greet the son of the true High King.

It seemed his father had thought of everything, which brought a brief smile to his face. "Well... Thank you, Mannfreyd, for the hospitality. I'm greatly honoured by you all being here." He'd never been at the centre of attention so directly, and in truth it sort of made him feel uncomfortable. "Everyone, rise, please..." he spoke aloud for all to hear, who in time all got back on their feet. "Erm, so... This here is [member="Coci Sinopi"], my bride-to-be. She will join us during our stay here on Midvinter. You will show her every courtesy you would me, alright?" Never had it felt so odd to give commands before, and he turned briefly to Coci by his side and shrugged lightly. "My Lady...!" Mannfreyd greeted her, prompting everyone to kneel once more. "Ah, crap..." Thurion blurted out.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Midvinter's Greeting



[SIZE=10.5pt]Her body turned and gathered around her the fur coat as Thurion placed in on her, her head turning to the side to watch, her face soft in countenance which held a smile of appreciation but moreover, his show of love for her. “Thank you”, she simply whispered. However, her hand ran over the soft fur marvelling at its softness, but nothing is as soft as Thurion’s heart. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She nuzzled his hand on her cheek with closed eyes relishing his touch on her once more, only moments ago the two had locked in love and physical bond, and the memory of it still lingered on her body. The ramp began to extend toward the ground as Coci took his hand in hers and placed her lips to his palm, her kiss warm from lips full of the remaining bloods of passion.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The cold crisp air washed over them as they descend to the ice, immediately the cold bit her flushed cheeks, a natural reaction caused her to grip Thurion as he did her and but the thick fur held ground and kept the dangerous chill from her. The force will aid her further through tapas and it was not long before her temperature regulated. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Coci looked away from Thurion and was faced with a contingent of Valkyri kneeing before their Prince. She could not help but notice the size of the people of Midvinter, even on their knees they are large in physical structure, strong and tough. Their dress unique most in leather and fur and bound with belts that held various weapons of swords, pikes and axes, some carried shields over the backs. Blue eyes and blonde hair, beards and braids and Coci smiled. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]As the man called Mannfreyd stood to speak, it was only then that Coci truly realised the height of them, the man stood well above Thurion. Furthermore, his speak intrigued her, the use of language vastly different but pleasant to the ear. Thurion invited them to rise, she could sense his discomfort as would she, Jedi do not demand such reverence and this would be foreign to them. Although she had seem similar on Corellian in her youth, it was nothing compared to the pageantry now before them both. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Mannfreyd, please have everyone rise”,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] she said just as uncomfortable as Thurion in this situation and held him a little tighter, however the humour of the situation not lost to her, “It is a pleasure to meet you, all of you”, she suddenly felt the eyes of many upon her. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Thurion Heavenshield"][/SIZE]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Once they decided that they had done enough kneeling for one day, Mannfreyd and the Valkyri entourage began showing them the way to his father's encampment. Leading them to the edge of a nearby cliff, Thurion and [member="Coci Sinopi"] were shown that they didn't have to walk far. At least not horizontally speaking. Looking down the mountainside, the valley below held thousands upon thousands of tents already pitched with even more still going up. The far ends of the massive valley were heavily entrenched and fortified, making for a seemingly impenetrable fortress. These Valkyri may seem somewhat simple-minded at first glance, but they do possess a keen eye for warfare and military tactics.

"Down there, my lord, is your father's army. We're making camp here for the night, for tomorrow we march on Tháinbroek." He pointed towards the horizon, where they could just barely make out what looked like a large city. "There will be a grand feast tonight, with an even greater one come tomorrow once we chop the head of the Usurper King!" A loud, unified cheer was issued by his fellow Valkyri, raising their weapons to the sky and bashing them against their shields. It was hard not to share their jovial spirits, as Thurion looked over at Coci while chuckling at the display. "Now come, we must make our way down the mountainside. We will show you."

Making their way down the mountain proved easier than at first expected, as it really only came down to walking in their massive footsteps. They knew by heart where to step and where to hold onto, and within the hour the company had made it down unscathed. They were now stood outside the encampment, where a host of guards were posted. "Mannfreyd! You crazy bugger, where have you been at?" the one in charge greeted the party, wielding a massive shield and axe. Makes sense to put the most impressive-looking ones at the gates to scare off intruders. "Nowhere, Vidheim. Just taking the Prince and Princess of Midvinter to meet his father, is all", Mannfreyd replied with a smirk on his face just before walking up to and embracing the man.

"Open the gates!" came a cry from within the encampment, at which point the gates swung open. Upon stepping inside, they were greeted by far more Valkyri than one could count. A horn was sounded, and soon all of them were down on their knees. "Oh, come on...!" Thurion told Coci with a hushed voice, looking somewhat overwhelmed.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

Her eyes fell over the vast numbers of tents, men and women below in the deep valley. "Thurion am I dreaming this?", she asked knowing full well not, but considering the situation it was a fair question. The overwhelming numbers below breath taking. Having the ability to see beyond the capacity of most, Coci's vision took in the preparations, her mind began to work in a typical offensive position for the coming war .. old habits probably.

Overwhelming numbers, if Thurion's father, The Dawnbringer had amassed this army, what awaited them?. Looking toward the horizon in the direction of Thàinbroek she knew this Usurper would have a match in numbers, if not more. Impressive was the organisation of the Valkyri, the camp well fortified, nothing would pass undetected unless allowed. However, she just about jumped out of her skin as the cheer around her erupted and echoed down through the massive valley. The clanging of sword to shield, was loud and stirring to the blood, Coci too chuckled and unable to prevent a smile.

With each step down the into the valley, Coci looked out over the horizon and all that surrounded them, seeing Midvinter for the first time will be something she would never forget. The force is strong here, and she could sense it present in some of the men and women around her. Raw and strong, unfettered and it filled her with resolve.

As they approached the encampment's gates she watched as Mannfreyd greeted his friend. However the expression on her face changed immediately .. Princess.. of Midvinter? realisation hit her hard. It was heightened as the gates opened and the horn sounded and all knelt before them. She though she was nervous to meet Thurion's father before, now Coci is petrified. She took hold of Thurion's arm once more out of support. "Oh for the love of the force ... ". she replied in whispered tones and unable to hide her trembling voice.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

He could feel [member="Coci Sinopi"] clutching to his arm, and in her doing so he knew her thoughts exactly, for they reflected his own. He'd never actually considered what would happen once his father ascends the throne. He couldn't possibly ask that they stay here on Midvinter, could he? It would be good to talk it over with him before the battle, he thought to himself. These people were all clearly devoted to his father, and thereby devoted to his sole living heir, but being a prince was something Thurion had not prepared himself for, nor did he wish the honour of becoming such. Even Coci had left her home on Corellia to become a Jedi so that she wouldn't have to stand in the spotlight.

Following Mannfreyd further into the camp, they finally reached a tent far bigger than any other. "This is the war room, where the Dawnbringer and his most trusted generals convene to plan tomorrow's battle. It also serves as his personal quarters, at the far end of it. He is waiting for you inside." Thurion turned to Mannfreyd, who looked down at him with a smile on his face. "This is also where I must leave you, but we will no doubt see each other again before the battle. It has been an honour to meet you, Lord Heavenshield - and your woman, of course." He bowed his head to them both, and Thurion was quick to return the respect. "Thank you, Mannfreyd. The honour was mine." With that, the large warrior turned and rejoined his brethren gathered around a nearby campfire.

Thurion kept a firm grip of Coci's hand as they stood before his father's tent. From inside they could hear voices, though none of them belonged to Thrand. "Well, here goes nothing", he told her as he pulled open the flap to let her step inside. Within there were far more people than he had imagined, all huddled around a large table at the centre of the room. At the end of it he saw his father, that stoic look on his face which never failed to inspire and demand respect from his peers. Once their presence was known to those inside, the room got quiet and heads turned to stare at them, all but his father. "Your Grace..." one of them spoke up, to which he snapped out of his deep thoughts and turned his attention to the two figures who had entered his tent. "Hi, dad", Thurion greeted him in probably the least formal way possible.

 

[Thrand Hearthfire]

5 Minutes Earlier...​

"Yer a fool, Rodalf! You Stonefists are all the same, overzealous ta' get yer faces hacked off", a redheaded clanleader shouted in anger, slamming his fist into the table, knocking a few flagons of mead onto the floor.
"Mind your tongue, Vahn! My clan has won over half of our victories so far, and we will do it again", another chieftain replied in equal frustration.
"You're gonna leave our flanks exposed, you heap of wyrmfood! Need I remind you we only have one shot at this", a third Valkyr spoke up.
"Since when did the Hornblowers win any honour on the battlefield? I've yet to see any of you lead the vanguard anywhere other than to one meadhall to the next!" A few other chuckled at his remark, but all were suddenly silenced when their liege raised his hand in protest. Thrand had managed to keep his cool throughout the meeting, despite his chieftains' ability to work together. They all want to earn glory in battle so that they may secure their place in Beornskald when their time has come - an understandable wish, but tactically unsound. If all of them were to act as individuals there would be no glory for anyone, but merely corpses in the snow.

"I understand the thirst for glory you all crave, but if we wish to taste victory against Beorlund tomorrow we must act as one army, with a single sword arm and one massive shield. The enemy outnumber us 3 to 1, and they have an entire city to fall back to if need be. Never has Tháinbroek's walls been breached in a siege, which means we must keep them occupied in the open field." Thrand stared them all down, and none dared to object. "Clan Stonefist will stick to the plan, and so will everyone else. My mind is made up. We cannot afford personal glory, not this time." He was tired, but in body and spirit. Nobody ever speaks of how arduous a rebellion can be in the stories you grow up hearing. It had to end tomorrow, one way or another. He wasn't getting any younger, either.

"My King, there is also the issue of intelligence-gathering. We have no idea of enemy positions or fortifications. We can't go by reports that are a week old", another chieftain spoke. "Ah, but I've already seen to that, my dear Aegir", he replied. "I sent a band of Shieldmaidens to scout the battlefield some time ago. They should return within the hour." The chieftain bowed his head in acknowledgement of his answer before downing the mead left in his cup. "Now, my friends! Let us feast hearty tonight, for those of us who will not join us in tomorrow night's drinking will be in Beornskald and toasting to our victory alongside the Gods and heroes of legend. Helm, guide our swords!" He raised his own flagon in a toast, and all gathered soon joined him, repeating his last words in unity.

"Hi, dad."

Before any of them could take a single sip of their mead, two figures entered the war room, interrupting their toast. With wide eyes they all turned around to look upon the strangers, with Thrand having difficulty spotting who they were due to the host of Valkyri blocking his view. The words the male voice used made him sure of who it was, however, as these were the first few words spoken in Basic he'd heard since he and his son parted many moons ago. "Make way, make way", he told his peers as he squeezed through the group of chieftains and advisors, and soon an expression of joy like no other spread across his face as he laid eyes on Thurion and the woman he was with. For a moment he merely gazed upon his son, but he could only restrain himself for so long before stepping forward and throwing his huge arms around him, even going so far as to lift him off the floor in a single, massive bear hug.

"My son! You have come, at last!" Thurion was sure he'd heard a few ribs crack from the embrace, it was so tight. "Dad... air..." he struggled to speak, prompting his father to let go. "Sorry! Sorry. Got carried away, is all..." His attention soon shifted towards the pretty, young lady by his son's side. "And who might this sweet flower be, I wonder?" he asked, giving his son a few nudges with his elbow. "My lady, welcome to Midvinter", he then said, taking her by the hand and placing a delicate kiss upon it. Thurion couldn't help but roll his eyes.

[member="Coci Sinopi"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

My Lords [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and [member="Thrand Dawnbringer"]​

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It continues, her amazement at the size of the men and women of Midvinter. Looking upon her and Thurion now, in silence, is some of the most powerful beings she has ever seen. Their ages varied showing much experience of warfare or hardship on their faces, but not their strength of nobility in countenance, yes they are like something from eons ago, from a different galaxy it could be argued but from what she had seen of them so far, Coci liked them, a lot.

A deep low voice issued from the back of the wall of men, “Make way! Make way!”, and the Chieftains parted to let the grey haired man pass. As he came to view, Coci took in a deep breath as it was immediately apparent who he was. Thurion’s father stood looking and drinking in the sight of his son. He is a mountain of a man, imposing, and standing over most in the tent and thick in body, he is dressed no differently to those around him, but is baring spoke of his true standing, a noble gait in his walk and a face etched with time and life experiences. A handsome face framed in a silver mane of long hair.

As a smile broke over his face, and he took Thurion in an embrace, she could sense the joy through the force from both of them and she could not help but smile for Thurion. It relieved her tension somewhat, until Thrand turned his attention to her. But she did not have to wait long before all trepidations were dispelled.

Her eyes flicked to Thurion as his father took her hand and placed a gentle kiss upon it. Even in this time of war, Thrand had the ability to see humour which won her heart immediately. She smiled at the soon to be King before old habits or rather knowledge of such protocols returned to her.

As he released her hand Coci placed her right foot behind the left and bent at the waist in a low bow before her Lord, after all he will become her father albeit by law. “My Lord Dawnbringer, I am Master Coci Sinopi of the Order of the Silver Jedi”, she said by way of introduction, realise most to the people in the tent would not have any idea of Silver Jedi or the like. But courtesy of Court is maintained until such time as invited otherwise.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Lord [member="Thrand Dawnbringer"]​

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Tháinbroek​

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Midvinter is cold this day, much like the heart of the Shieldmaiden that lay on the snow high on a mountain peak overlooking Tháinbroek. From this distance Aerin can see the Usurpers encampment in its entirety outside the High Wall of the city. The standards of the Clans that have rallied to the Usurper flutter in the icy breeze, baring a festoon of arrogance and pride knowing Dawnbringer would have his scouts out to gather intelligence. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Reports of numbers to the usurper are true if not more, as yet Aerin had no account of numbers within the walls of the city. She could hear the sound of the make shift forges in rows of tents in the centre of the encampment, a sound of Midvinter most heard at first light in villages all over the planet but today it rings out the chimes of coming war. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Patrols walk the outer circle of the encampment, the scent of cooking food in vast cauldrons sidle up the mountain side to her and the thunder of horses hooves cut the air as outer patrols return to their generals. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Aerin slides back out of view and goes to the small group of shieldmaidens. Aerin is a seasoned warrior, even more so since she left Midvinter to experience the wider life in the galaxy and train with the force. As promised to Lord Dawnbringer her sword is ready and at his command.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Take this”,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] she said handing one of the maidens a piece of paper, “Back to Lord Dawnbringer, it is a map of the positions of the army, detailing numbers, archers, yeoman and cavalry, now go I shall be along shortly”. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Aerin returned to her position on the ridge, her micro binoculars giving her a more detailed view of the encampment. She could see the war machines readied, long range catapults and medium range trebuchet, this device effective to propel firebrands. The battle field is fortified further with a thick line of spikes forced into the ground and a long deep trench filled with oil. She had already began to form a plan to deal with the oil and spikes. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“They want fire, they will get fire”, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]she said in a whisper to no one as she looked down on the efficient war machines. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She reached for her commlink, “Red beard” she had convinced him of the benefits of technology, Radford Strongarm’s trusted friend and confidant and now vassal to Aerin. “What news from into the city?”. Aerin is owner of the Stags Head Inn, a place known to Lord Dawnbringer as he had held position within the Inn after his return from exile, Red Beard remained within the city as spy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“My Lady, the Usurper remains held within the Keep along with his Generals, come first light they will take the field. Aerin, Gudvaer Njal is among them”, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]the name of her father’s murderer. “The city is heavily barricaded with numbers in the thousands armed and ready as rear guard. The city wall has been reinforced not only with stone but some form of ‘iron’ the likes I have not seen. Whatever it is, is far superior then anything on Midvinter. The High Gate to the city along with gates to the west, east and south are closed and heavily guarded. Our men and women are ready and await the will and command of Lord Dawnbringer”. A group of Thrand’s loyal supports embedded in the capital number only one hundred and sixty seven, there purpose is to breach the city walls.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“My gratitude Red Beard, I will take this to Lord Dawnbringer and Red Beard may the Gods favour you and our men on the morrow and you and I shall toast the new King in the Grand Hall within the walls of our fair Capital ere we walk the valley of the Gods in death”. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Aerin broke communication and began her journey back to Dawnbringers stronghold. Her war horse, BlackWing flew like the wind, hooves pounding the ground lightly covered in a fresh fall of snow, it did not take her horse long to catch up with the Shieldmaidens of Midvinter.[/SIZE]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Nudging his mountain-of-a-father aside, Thurion put an arm around Coci, pulling her close. "Dad..." he spoke, gesturing towards the large group of Valkyri still gathered, all looking mighty confused at the sudden display of affection by their King. "Oh, right! Chieftains of the Free Folk of Midvinter, this young man is my son. His name is Thurion Heavenshield, and while he may not be full-blooded Valkyri, he is as much part of our people as any of you. He has come here to join us in the final battle against the Usurper army, and you will show him any courtesy you would me." Thrand put one of his huge hands upon his son's shoulder, and although they differed noticably in both age and height, there was no mistaking them for anything less than father and son.

One of the Valkyri chieftains stepped forward, eyeing him from top to toe with stern gaze. His face soon mellowed, however, and the hint of a smile broke out across his face. Turning around to face the other chieftains, he spoke: "This is the son of the King of Midvinter. Show some respect, shits-for-brains!" Soon they all kneeled before son of the King, although it was short-lived thanks to his father. "Alright, that's enough groveling! Get up and get out!" he said, causing a chuckle throughout the tent as they all began leaving. A few stopped to bow their heads before stepping outside, to which Thurion merely bowed back in return. Once the tent was all but empty, Thrand invited them into his private quarters.

"Please, sit", he told them, gesturing to a couple of furs upon the ground. The floor was covered in straw to block out some of the cold. Once the two had taken their seats, Thrand joined them upon the floor, crossing his legs in a casual manner. He noticed the hint of concern on his son's face. "I know it's a lot to take in at once. Gods know I've yet to learn it's me they bow to; I keep expecting Odiir himself appearing behind me whenever they do." He quickly found a flagon of mead and downed it before continuing. "This is how royalty is met on Midvinter, that's all. People do not bend the knee because they are told to, but rather because they want to. It's a sign of respect rather than submission. You're gonna have to get used to it if tomorrow goes as planned, you know..." Thurion looked over at Coci, releasing an audible sigh. "Dad, you know I'm a Jedi. Jedi cannot rule over others, it goes against our code." Thrand nodded sagely. "I am aware, son. I know of the Jedi and their vows. It doesn't change the fact that you're the heir to the throne of Midvinter, as I was at your age."

The old man then turned his attention to Coci, hoping to change the subject. "So, Lady Sinopi... How do you find Midvinter? Impressive, isn't she?" He began to pour a couple of fresh flagons full of mead, then handed them over to the two. Thurion stared down into his drink with great hesitation, knowing he had never tasted alcoholic beverages before. He wasn't sure about Coci, though.

[member="Coci Sinopi"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

My Lords [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and [member="Thrand Dawnbringer"]​

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It pleased her greatly when Thrand quickly commanded a stop to the kneeling, it simply is not something Coci is used to nor Thurion and she was feeling just as uncomfortable as he. Thrand’s way, direct, to the point without the air of coldness which Coci liked enormously being that way herself with others not close to her. Although she had once been cold of heart, that part of her removed increasingly with each moment she spends with Thurion and the fact she no longer is an assassin.

Although still weary, she liked the chieftains even their brash boasting nature however, she did not doubt them in battle or loyalty to their King. But the lack of woman within the tent, in stations of authority had not escaped her notice. As the Clan leaders left them and Thrand invited Thurion and her to his private quarters, Coci followed and took her place next to Thurion on the provided furs. Once more she stroked the fur unable to believe just how soft to the touch they are. She could not help but wonder what it would feel like to lay on them with bare skin. The scent of straw and warmth mingled enticing the senses and the aroma of mead danced lightly on her nose.

However, she only had a moment to indulge in such thoughts, as father and son began their conversation. Her head turned as Thurion sighed, yes a dilemma to be faced at some point, but one that could be solved with an appointment of a trusted Regent, someone to steward the Throne in his stead.

Thrand had spoken of Jedi and their code as if all too familiar with such machinations. This intrigued her greatly.

“My Lord, please call me Coci”, she began with a smile, “The conversation of .. Ascension to the throne is premature do you both think? Tomorrow we take to the battle field, to help you retake your rightful place among your people, we will succeed and I have no doubt you will be their.. our King for many years to come. When the time is more ‘appropriate’, then we should address the issue”, she said hoping she had not overstepped her mark and although she had no working knowledge of protocols of Midvinter, it is prudent to focus on the immediate task.

“My Lord, you know of Jedi and our code?”, Thrand would not have seen Coci’s saber as it is well hidden beneath the thick fur coat Thurion had placed on her which still adorning her body. “You have met Jedi My Lord?”. With the end of her question, Coci took her first sip of Midvinter's finest, it's mead. She liked it.

However to lighten the mood, "From what I have seen of Midviinter, my Lord, she is impressive. I have seen some amazing places through the galaxy but entering the system and seeing Midvinter white and radiant among the darkness of space was something I can not describe adequately through words. The Mountains stand testament to histories, I hope to one day learn more of, they guard the peoples of Midvinter and yet I sense their command of respect .. a respect one must heed ere to find your demise".

 

[Thrand Hearthfire]

Listening intently to every word of Coci's, Thrand heard her speak of his home as if she were born in it. It pleased him greatly, although had she thought differently he would've had every respect for her doing so. "I see my son has chosen her mate well. Pardon the expression; I'm aware there are words for your relationship status where you come from, but here we only have words for married couples and secret lovers. 'Girlfriends' and 'fiancées', as you call them, are just 'women' or 'mates' here. I do hope you do not take offence?" He put his flagon aside; he'd already have enough for one night, and he needs to be clear-headed in the morning. Unlike his people, who's working on getting as pissed as possible outside as they speak, he has to actually use his brain, or at the very least be able to form more than single-syllable words.

He looked back to Thurion, who seemed intent on finding out about his father's awareness of the Jedi. Thrand seemed to know more than he's let on. "I see either of you aren't gonna let this one go, are you?" He brought a hand up to scratch his beard, and without realising it Thurion did the exact same thing, in the same fashion. "A long time ago, I exiled myself from Midvinter to avoid civil war for the throne. Ironic, I know, but I was very young at the time and thought I'd already had my share of war and death. Shows how much I knew, back then. I was hoping that this day would never come, that I could just forgive and forget." His stare had become more and more distant as he spoke, yet he realised this and soon shook himself out of it. "I booked passage on a merchant ship bound for the Deep Core. Alderaan, I believe the planet was called. When I arrived, I immediately felt out of place. I was alone and confused, and the vast difference in culture and climate really got to me. I'd already gotten myself lost wandering the many streets, and beautiful as the planet was, I just felt homesickness. I thought I'd made a terrible mistake."

A faint smile appeared on his face as he continued. "But then she found me, like you would happen upon a lost puppy trying to find a home. Your mother, Thurion..." Their eyes met, yet Thurion was the first to break eye-contact as his gaze lowered and he reached out to find Coci's hand. "We spent the rest of the day together, well into the evening when everyone else had gone home. We just sat talking, even though she probably did not understand many of my words. Basic was a language I'd only briefly touched upon from having listened to the outsider merchants conversing, but she didn't seem to mind. She spoke of many things natural to her, yet foreign to me, and I in turn spoke of my homeland and culture. I taught her of the Gods I follow, their names and their trades, and then she started talking about something which seemed so... impossibly beautiful." He paused, darting his eyes between the two. "She called it the 'Force'."

[member="Coci Sinopi"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

My Lords Thurion Heavenshield and Thrand Dawnbringer​

“No offence taken my Lord”, she confirmed with a warm smile. She smiled further as Thrand realised the obstinacy of the two. Coci was being persistence for Thurion’s sake, tomorrow is unknown, on the battle field among violent warfare, most probable, one may not return. This might be the only opportunity for more knowledge and answers.

Coci continued to sip slowly of the mead, it warmed her blood, even this small amount and the taste of it was like honey on her tongue. It is moreish she would need to take care. However, her attention very much on Thrand as he spoke of his love, his wife and Thurion’s mother. As his words fell from his mouth, Coci held Thurion’s hand firm, for support, but she felt not sorrow for him, but happiness that his history and heritage, in part, is clearer. Much of Thrand will live on through Thurion, both physically and through manner, the mirroring of movement the two made, not lost to her eyes. It would have been nice to have the opportunity to know what part of his mother belongs to the man she loves.

“Your wife, Thurion’s mother was Jedi, my Lord?”. It seemed like the obvious question of course, but it needed an answer, as many being of the galaxy are aware of the Force. Some users grey, neutral and Sith, where did she sit on spectrum.

“The force is beautiful, enigmatic and very dangerous. It can be unforgiving, demanding, corrupting”, she is speaking of the darkside.

“It also is enlightenment, peaceful and protective. It is a guardian in a sense and tests us every moment of your lives”. She looked up realising she had fallen into a revere, speaking her thoughts out loud in a sense. “Forgive me”, she offered by way of apology for interrupting her Lord.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Hearing his father speak of his mother never ceased to amaze him. The way he spoke of her made her seem almost like a goddess, someone more than a mortal being. When looking over at Coci holding his hand, he realised that she is his goddess, one who he worships with every ounce of himself. It was true; when you keep someone dear to you in memory they truly become immortal, rising above their mortal coil. Then he heard Coci ask the exact question he was about to, and it made him kiss her hand to show his gratitude for doing so. It meant she was as intrigued and interested as himself. "Aye", Thrand replied, nodding as he did. "She spoke to me about the Jedi Code, once founded by the one who you call the 'Skywalker'. A powerful name in any culture, but a divine name in Valkyri culture. It is no common man who is able to walk across the skies, and I could see why someone would follow his teachings."

This put a smile on Thurion's face, hearing his father speak of something he knew so little about with such reverence. It was kind of adorable, actually. "Father... what was her name? You never told me her name last time we met." This, in turn, caused Thrand to smile. "Her name was Sarah. 'Sarah the Serene', I used to call her. My serenity..." He closed his eyes. "I can see her whenever I shut my eyes, dancing and singing to me. Her golden locks of hair swaying in the wind, with eyes of the most flawless jewels. Emerald green..." His eyes opened, glistening with held back tears. "Every memory I keep of her is a good one. I have made my peace with the past, and now look to the future. Thanks to you, my son." He pointed casually at him. "None of this would've been possible had you not fallen from the sky in your ship - I'd still be living in exile among the mountains."

A loud cheer echoed throughout the camp outside, the men toasting to tomorrow's battle and the chance to see Beornskald ever approaching. The feast was in full swing, it seemed. "Ah, well... This old man has spoken enough words for one night. Tonight is for those younger than myself, and I want you two to celebrate in whatever fashion you deem worthy. I must tend to the last preparations, anyway." Thrand rose from his seat, gesturing for his guests to do the same. "This evening is yours, my children. Spend it as if it were your last." He stepped forward and placed one hand upon his son's shoulder, followed by his other upon Coci's, looking down into their eyes with a heartwarming smile upon his face. "I would be proud to call you 'daughter' after this is all over, Lady Sinopi. Perhaps this is the last time I will be able to call you by your lastname, hm?" Without warning he then put his trunk-like arms around them both and locked them in loving embrace before allowing them to leave at their own leisure.

Once outside, the feast was in full swing with Valkyri warriors boasting and singing, drinking and eating, fighting and swearing. A familiar face greeted them in the form of Mannfreyd, who looked quite the happy fellow as his arm was wrapped around the shoulders of an equally jovial Shieldmaiden. "Lord Heavenshield! I forgot to mention, your father prepared a private tent for you and yours." He pointed down the nearby row of tents with his flagon-wielding hand. "It carries your family crest and colours, my lord. I must now leave you, for I am far too drunk to hang around royalty. Besides, this fiery minx and I are just getting to know each other..." With that, Mannfreyd was gone again. "Happy fellow, isn't he?" Sure enough, a few tents over there was one that stood out among the rest with its blue fabrics and golden details. "My lady", he invited her into their humble abode for the night.

[member="Coci Sinopi"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

My Lord [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]​

Golden locks of hair. Serene. With eyes of the most flawless jewels. Thurion. My Prince.

Although the colour of their eyes differ that was all, Thrand had not only described his beloved, but had captured Thurion with his words. But there is much of the father as well, physical strength, air of nobility coupled with integrity, a gentle heart, soft and caring, and although Thurion would never recognise it or if he did, would never admit, his presence among others is, Princely.

Coci’s black eyes wet with emotion sparkled with the light from the flame of the fire. She let out a sudden short but stifled laugh in order to hide her sob, but failed. “I will be honoured to bear the name of your son when the time comes and I will be proud to call you father”, she said as large arms embrace them both. Thrand Dawnbringer, King of Kings, a man that dispelled her fears and captured the heart of his future daughter.

In a way, it was good to be outside hearing the cheers of all around them, emotions running high for her, and without a doubt for Thurion. She wanted to be alone with him, to make sure he is alright after learning much of his mother. Although she could sense him, and he is calm she wanted to know what he thought.

“Mannfreyd is a national treasure”, she smiled with jest, but the smile fell away at the sight of the tent. Royal blue with golden trimmings and a Heavenshield crest. She looked up to Thurion then back at the tent, he moved forward only to open the flap to invite her inside.

“My Lord Heavenshield”, she said bowing her head in respect, which is sincere and laced with love. Coci crossed the threshold and entered an entirely different world. Not only upon entering the tent, but as her feet touch the soil of Midvinter.

A table with flagons and tankards filled with water and mead. Straw lined the floor to keep the cold at bay, furs to provide bedding piled in the far end and more. For a moment, she allowed herself to be lost in the place, the sounds of feasting still echoed around the camp and would do so the entire night, and it is intoxicating to the sense. The smells of horses and men, food and mead and on the air a scent of a flower in bloom she did not know.

Coci looked for Thurion now, “Are you alright?”, she asked softly. “Thrand told us much I want to know how you feel”.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Lord [member="Thrand Dawnbringer"]​

White frost flared from open nostrils with each grunting breath as BlackWing flew across the fields of Midvinter. The thundering sound of many hooves entering Dawnbringer’s encampment heralded the arrival of the scouting Shieldmaidens. Aerin Firebrand at the lead, her focus through the force, centred on her Lord’s presence. Valkyri moved aside for fear of being trampled and voiced their ‘concerns’ without disillusion as they passed, others greeting them with cheers due to the vast intake of mead and spirits lifted for the glory to come on the morn.

The strong battle horses rounded the forge tents and made their way along a long line of quarters erected for the generals and the royal blue and gold standard of the Prince. Aerin’s head turned toward that tent, as she passed, sensing a strong vergence in the force. The Jedi had arrived, it seemed.

“Where is our Lord Dawnbringer?”, yelled the Maidens carrying the paper Aerin had ordered her to bring. Although several men pointed in the direction of the armoury, Aerin did not wait for a reply, he is ahead and inspecting the armoury and allowing his presence to walk among the man and woman who will fight in his name and honour. No one sleeps on the eve of battle.

The horses came to an abrupt stop and Aerin and the Shieldmaidens dismounted. Entering the armoury, “My Lord”, the Maiden bowed low to Thrand, as she handed the paper with the enemies’ account of men. Aerin waited for a moment as Thrand looked over the Usurpers army complete with positions, before she moved forward to address him.

“My Lord”, Aerin began as she leaned into a low bow before her King, “The Usurper has war machines ready and in position outside the walls of the city, long range catapults and trebuchets, there is a long trench running the length of the field filled with oil no doubt to set aflame. Behind the line is rows of long spikes forced into the ground”.

Aerin looked directly into the face of the man she had met in the Falls of Crystals, the Eve of the Spring Festivities, he had declared his name to her at that time and she presented her sword to him, that seemed like ages ago now, and it was then that plans had begun to be forged. “Your loyal servants in the city are ready, Red Beard tells me there are more numbers behind the walls, he estimates to be over a thousand. The Wall is reinforced with stone and a metal he does not know, I suggest the Usurper has taken advantage of the increasing visit of Offworlders to Midvinter and has found an alloy stronger than anything on Midvinter”.

Aerin allowed a pause for Thrand to take in the intelligence before continuing, “Remaining high on our vantage point are spotters, with orders to report to us if the Usurper so much as twitches to surprise us with an assault through the night”.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

The inside of the tent looked pretty much what he'd imagined it would, with just as many and at the same time as few luxuries as his father's. It was humble-looking, yet comfortable in a cosy manner. A pile of fine, dry logs had been gathered and prepared for them should they wish to light a fire. These large tents (for a human, that is) all had tiny holes cut out in the ceiling to let out any smoke, yet would not let in any more cold than the fire itself could expel. There seemed to be no end to Valkyri ingenuity, however crude by today's standards they may seem. Everything had a practicality to it, with very little in the way of luxury - again, compared to the majority of the galaxy. As a Jedi, it suited Thurion just fine, and he was sure [member="Coci Sinopi"] would agree. He went for the cups of water, yet when he noticed the mead-filled tankards beside them he hesitated. He instead picked up one containing that sweet-smelling brew and gave it a whiff. "Hm... Nah", he then said aloud as he put it back down, grabbing the water one before joining Coci on one of the furs littering the floor around the unlit fireplace.

"I am fine, my love", he told his fiancée before sipping the cold water. "I must admit I was taken aback at the knowledge that my mother-- my birth mother was a Jedi, but it makes sense that Thrand would know about our code and our ways because of it. Back when we first met, he never asked me about my lightsaber, even when I used it right in front of him. I figured then that there was something he didn't tell me. Can't say I blame him - there was so much we had to talk about, already." Thurion couldn't help but feel conflicted on the subject of his mother. His entire life as a Jedi he'd thought of [member="Asha Seren"] as his only mother, even though he knew full-well she didn't give birth to him. He didn't think he had a father, either, but the Force had brought the two together, thankfully. "Coci... is it right to not mourn your biological mother you never knew, yet grief for the loss of the one who raised you? I can't help but feel... indifferent about her. I am more saddened by the thought of father losing his one true love than me losing my mother in childbirth. I never even knew her." He looked over at Coci with a puzzled look, chewing his lower lip as he pondered.

 

[Thrand Hearthfire]

Not long after his son and his fiancée had left his company, sounds of hooves against the snow appeared from outside. The scouting party had returned with the intelligence he'd requested. Standing at the end of the large table in the war room he awaited their arrival, and soon they all appeared, looking as fearless and fierce as ever. A match for any male Valkyr in terms of skill and ferocity in battle. There were very few barriers between male and female on Midvinter, with women just as able as men when it came to defending oneself. All were granted weapons training growing up, and it was primarily the father's duty to train his children, male or female, in the arts of war. "It's good to see you back safe and sound, Aerin!" he greeted her as she and the other Maidens bowed before him, soon interrupted by him bidding them to rise with a subtle gesture of his hand. He was then handed the piece of paper containing a rough description of the battlefield and the estimated opposition.

"War machines, you say? Of course, they have had all year to prepare for this moment, sitting safe and sound behind their walls constructing engines of war while we've been busy moving from one place to the next. Beorlund isn't a fool, he never was." He gave his most trusted warrior a quick glance of concern, yet it was soon turned into a smile. "It doesn't matter. We'll fight with ice in our veins and the sun at our backs. Our men are more hardened and more fierce than any other upon the face of Midvinter, and unless the Usurper has learned how to capture and train the mighty Hrothwûrm there will be nothing left standing in our way." Placing his hand upon the table, he showed her the battle plan so far. "Aerin, I want you to lead a group of your choice to flank the siege engines. Take them out before they can do too much damage. There shouldn't be much protecting them, as most of Beorlund's troops will be facing us in the field. My son and I will lead the charge, while all the other warchiefs have been issued their specific orders, already." He then settled a hand upon her shoulder, looking them all in the eyes. "We will either win tomorrow, or we will all be dining with the Gods in Beornskald. It will be a great day, nonetheless. Now go, feast and be merry!"

[member="Ærin Firebrand"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Prince [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]​

​

Settling comfortable on the fur by the unlit fire, Coci listened to Thurion letting him speak from his heart. She took one of the cups he had brought for them and sipped at her water in contemplation. Placing some of the small logs piled for the fire in the hearth ready to be lit as he continued to speak of his feelings.

“Yes, your father’s knowledge of Jedi and our ways is now explained to you. And there is no doubting his love for her”, she looked into his handsome face as she moved closer to him taking one of his hands to rest it within her own.

“Thurion I don’t believe there is a right or wrong in this situation. Master Seren is the woman that loves you, cares for you and had provided for you. She informed you in all aspects of life, giving you the guidance a child needs in the early years, the informative years, it is she that has nurtured you into the man you are today, she is your mother because that is what mothers do”, she began softly.

“You say you do not know your biological mother, but you are wrong on that account”, she smiled at him, as she placed her hand over his heart. “She is living within you. When your father described her, he also described you. Both physically and of character and your heart, you have your mother’s qualities. You know a part of your natural mother because you know yourself. Morning someone is a personal thing, we all do that differently, some cry rivers of tears, others grow cold and bitter or loose themselves to the loss and forget to live again. You did not know her as one would a person, but don’t doubt her love for you. And who knows.. “, she smiled more.

“Sarah the Serene is Jedi, she may have never left you”. Coci used present tense deliberately, after all one leave truly leaves when one unites with the force. In the future maybe Thurion would do some self- training, deep meditation, and see if he could find her within the force.