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[Thurion Heavenshield]

The royal armour, with its tabard bearing his ancestral blue and gold insignia, was donned without issue as he had worn it on occasion before. Last time was during the Invasion of Shri-Tal where he led several battalions of Rangers in battle. It had served him well in the past and would do so now. His beloved circled him, making sure nothing was too loose or too tight. It helped having someone aid you when donning a full suit of armour as some pieces were more difficult to put on than others, especially by yourself. Once dressed, Thurion reached for his sheathed sword and belted it around his waist, then fastened his lightsaber onto the leather belt.

"Oh? You think so?" he replied in earnest, scratching the back of his head with his armoured fist, brushing some stray hairs from his face. "I haven't given it much thought, to be honest." Fashion was not on his daily list of worries, after all. He then proceeded to unsheath his sword to check it for any faults, of which there were none to be found. Not surprising seeing how he'd never used it in its reforged state. His gaze fell upon [member="Coci Sinopi"]. "You ready?" he asked her, readying to swing at the durasteel plates covering her. Once assured she was, he took a swing at her. While not using his full strength, of course, the blade struck her armour with noticable impact nonetheless. Not a scratch.

"See? Nothing to worry about." Sheathing Snowfall, he took her by the hand and pulled her close once more. Any time she was farther than a feet away from him it was one feet too much. Nothing meant more to him than being close to the woman he loves to no end. They shared in a loving kiss, unbroken and lasting until the sound of horns filled the air throughout the encampment, echoing across the canyon. The Valkyri were beginning to move out. This only caused Thurion to hold Coci even tighter, unwilling to let go under any circumstances yet knowing he would have to eventually.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Lord [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]​

She could not help but smile at this reaction to her comment, she had but voiced an inner thought to him about his hair. The last thoughts on Thurion’s mind is of himself, always thinking of others or situation before turning to consider him. She loves when he, in thought or awkwardness, rubs the back of his neck, it is something that he had done around her in the cave, on their first real meeting, although they had met before that, it was brief. It is one of his idiosyncratic gestures she loves so much.

But her smile dropped away, as she prepared to strike her with Snowfall, Oh my love of the force, I was joking, setting her feet firmly, bracing her body and she gritted her teeth before impact. The loud sound of the sword clashing with her metal armour rang out around the area, she was pleased she had her teeth clinched it help aid the jarring. Nonetheless, it actually was a very good lesson, apart from the fact the armour rang true, Coci understood the might of the long sword, and she knew Thurion had not used his full strength, but others will this day, now she would not be caught out.

“Nothing to worry about”, she repeated his words in a whispered tone, but she was thinking of the coming day, she used those words as reassurance that they would both see the coming night and the rise of a King, his father.

He pulled her close and with emotions running unabated he kissed her, only the eerie echoes of the war horn would they stop. Telepathically she spoke to him before their lips parted..

Birds may no longer sing their songs of beauty​

The wolves silenced to the baying moon​

Ocean tides refuse the shore​

And the clock stops​

But never will my love for you cease to exist​

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Forever yours​

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“We must go find your father”, she whispered as her forehead rested against his and closed her eyes, never wanting to move from this place on which lay stand.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Upon receiving her words Thurion could do nothing but cup her cheek with his hand and gaze longingly into her eyes, so full of love and caring. He then reached for her gloved hand and placed a delicate kiss upon it to show his appreciation for her - not only for the words she spoke just now, but for her as a person and that she was there, with him. Every second she spent with him he was greatful for, as the world could fall apart right there and then and he wouldn't care, for they were together.

Taking her by the hand, he made sure he got everything he needed before they set off to join his father and the sizeable force consisting of Valkyri warriors and Shieldmaidens equally, all armoured up and armed to the teeth with crude weapons of war such as maces, axes, hammers and swords, all easily twice the size of any human-made counterparts. As the two lovers moved through the crowd, the warriors all parted before them to grant them passage, lowering their heads in awe of the son of their sovereign. There was no disputing that he was now one of them, a true Son of Midvinter.

At the far end stood his father, readying to lead his army into battle one last time, hopefully. Beside him stood a woman with fiery-red hair, and behind her there was a huge warhorse clad in armour, black like a starless night-sky. Thrand turned around to face his son and his beloved, and there was no end to the pride he felt upon seeing Thurion wearing his old suit of armour and how it fit him like a glove. "Ha! It looks better on you than it ever did on me!" he exclaimed merrily as he walked up to meet the two, settling both hands onto Thurion's shoulders. "And you, my dear, looks exquisite..." he then turned to Coci, shifting his huge hands to her shoulders. "You don't look too shabby, yourself, dad. Who's this?" he asked, referring to the redhead at his side.

 

[Thrand Hearthfire]

Dressed for the occasion, Thrand stood wearing a magnificent suit of armour equally imposing as it was practical. At his back was his greatsword Dawnstar, sharpened and eager to be unsheathed. Last night had not been kind to him as he was yet again haunted by vivid visions of his wife, again to remind him of his failures in the life he's lead up to this point. But no more. No more mistakes due to cowardice or trying to escape one's fate. The Gods had set him upon this path for a reason, and he would see it through to the end one way or another.

Standing at the entrance to the encampment overlooking the battlefield with his entire army behind him, ready to march out into war. "Everything will end today, Aerin. We'll either die and be forever branded traitors of the crown by the victors, or we'll be the ones feasting inside the great meadhalls of Tháinbroek tonight instead of the Usurper and his lackeys." He turned to meet her gaze. "Remember: their main focus will be on us, and then you swoop in with our cavalry from the side and take out their artillery support. Once that's done... it'll be decided by whomever is more favoured by the Gods." His hand touched her arm. "Whatever happens, know that it has been an honour fighting by your side, Firebrand of Clan Sabina. We'll share a drink after this one way or another, afterlife or no."

His troops then parted before him, revealing Thurion and his woman at his side, as should be. His mood instantly shifted, a smile appearing as he greeted his son. "Ha! It looks better on you than it ever did on me!" Once he'd complimented [member="Coci Sinopi"] on her appearance as well, then came his son's question. "Who's this?" he asked, to which Thrand looked over at Aerin. "Ah, I forgot you two haven't met! Thurion Heavenshield, meet [member="Ærin Firebrand"] - my most loyal vassal who's stayed with me through thick and thin. And this lovely lass at his side is his wom-- er, fiancée."

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

And so it begins Lords [member="Thrand Dawnbringer"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]BlackWing shifted uneasy, pulling on the reins in order to tell Aerin he wanted to run, eager to feel the earth of Midvinter underfoot and charging toward victory. She rested her hand on BlackWing’s neck and spoke softly to him, calming words but reassuring words that they will, soon enough, take to the field. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]It is stranger to her that she has not had visions of late, no images to give her a glimpse into the outcome, which is probably for the best. She moves up alongside her King as he stands overlooking the field laying before them. In the distance, the army of the Usurper gathers and prepares as they do, flying high over the Tháinbroek is the banner of Serpent, and she could just make it out, swinging lazily in a breeze. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Aerin listens as Thrand began to speak to her, and as their eyes lock, she nods her understanding to his will and command. And as he touched her arm, she placed her hand over his and held it there, a bold thing to do to her King, but his Thrand a gentle man. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“We shall share more than one mead my Lord, The Stag’s Head cellar is brimming with fresh mead, stock and ready, I want to get a chance to taste. I hear it is one of Red Breads best brews. . . Let us not let him down”,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] she managed a smile, to try and hide her growing emotions. Aerin wants to tell him everything, all the history of her birth and heritage, her heart almost at the point of explosion, she hates hiding this from him. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt] No more hiding you have been doing this for far too long. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“My Lord, the honour is mine. To fight alongside ones King only few have the privilege and you are my King. But more, I fight alongside a friend. For the glory of Midvinter, our mother”.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She turned to look more directly into his face, “My Lord, I must tell you something, I have been keeping from you. My father, your father’s most loyal subject, is not….”. She would finish the sentence.[/SIZE]

The commotion behind her stopped her words as the Prince approached. Aerin moved aside to allow her King to greet his son. After the introductions Aerin moved forward to greet the Jedi. She knew immediately, as they would her, that they are all in the presence of the Force. She does not hide her sensitivity, she feels no need to most certainly today it is irrelevant. Aerin is no Sith nor Jedi but they know that her force abilities is not untrained.

A handsome man the son, like the father, she see the resemblance both in body and looks, but he has yet to prove himself, to Aerin he is Offworlder as is his .. Woman. Jedi have loyalities elsewhere, she wondered where their loyalities lay regarding Midvinter. However, he is the King’s son and will be afforded all due respect.

“Lord Heavenshield”, she greeted him bowed her head as she knelt on one knee before the Prince.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

~~ Lord Thurion Heavenshield ~~​

As the men and women parted to allow them through, she could see Thrand and a fond smile broke over her face. He looks tremendous in his royal armour, equally as Thurion does and both men towers of power and command. She said nothing as he complimented her, this is not a time for niceties but for father and son to unite before the battle. Coci simply bowed her head to accept the compliment.

Coci had noticed the woman beside Thrand, a very tall lean woman with striking red hair which fell down her back to the waist. She looked every bit the Valkyri, a shieldmaiden she had since learned, armed with all manner of weapons, and most notably, a lightsaber. By the look of her, tall and strong of body, Aerin is powerful regardless of their respective capacities with the force, Coci wondered if she could best her in a fight. There is sadness in her eyes, although her face held an air of grace and nobility and purpose for the coming day. A proud woman, straight forward and loyal to her King.

She is introduced as Aerin Firebrand, an unusual name and Coci wondered if she lived up to it. “Greeting Aerin Firebrand”, she gave her a bow of the head to a fellow force user. “I am Master Coci Sinopi, of The Order of the Silver Jedi”. There was more to this red headed then what met the eye, and Coci watch for a reaction to gauge her alignment, although Coci sensed no malice or darkness.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Before he could greet the redhead, Coci spoke first. She always was faster than him, after all. Her introduction was quick and concise, over as fast as she started. "It's an honour to meet you, Lady Firebrand. I have every respect for the Shieldmaidens of Midvinter." He didn't really know whether to bow or not, being the son of her king, but he did end up doing so after all. "You carry a lightsaber, I see. Jedi?" he asked cautiously, unable to detect any darkness in her. "You can trust her, Thurion. I have done so in the last couple years, and now here we are", Thrand spoke up before Aerin could really give an answer. "We've no time to lose, people. The battle awaits."

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Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99yFe68YtMQ​

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The gate behind them was raised, and Thrand addressed his people. "Rise up, my friends! We march - to war!" A deafening unified roar answered his father's rallying cry, and immediately Thurion's heart began to pound inside his chest. The sound of the horn carved from a mighty Hrothwûrm tooth signalled their moving-out, soon followed by thunderous drums of war. A plethora of banners belonging to the many clans and houses waved high in the air as they marched. His one hand gripped the hilt of Snowfall tight, while the other made sure to keep Coci close as they marched. This was a kind of warfare he'd never partaken in; two mighty armies meeting on the open field to decide it all in one momentous occasion. This was more about brute strength than elaborate battle strategies. The people were fearless, because dying in battle was the finest thing there was in their eyes, and would bring them the most glory in the afterlife

A troubling thought crossed Thurion. These people they were about to fight and kill were no different from the ones his father now led into battle. These aren't like the bugoids he fought on Shri-Tal, nor are they servants of the Dark Side. They simply chose the side opposing them. Many would die on this day, and he wasn't sure how he would cope with it. His vow to never claim the life of a sentient being would now be put to the test to the fullest. His eyes wandered over to Coci at his side, and his conflicted soul was at first put at ease, but soon he realised she was going to war, to put her life in danger for a cause not her own. Their eyes met, and in his she would see the concern he experienced. There was no going back, now.

The army finally came to a halt. Across the field, still hundreds of yards away, stood their enemy in the form a massive army, easily twice the size of their numbers. Thurion swallowed hard at the thought of what would happen next. "Stay close to me?" he asked - nay, begged of his beloved.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

~~ Lord Thurion Heavenshield ~~​

The experience of war is not new to either Thurion or Coci, but what is facing them is unknown. She too, drew breath at the sight of the battle field, now revealed to them. The Usurpers army lay thick on the ground, a blanket of brown complete. The rallying Clans to the Usurpers bested those behind Thrand but that does not mean victory.

Coci knew of Thurion personal vow, to never take a life, even though she has, it was always in the line of duty or protection, as Jedi vow to do. But his concerns are valid, this is not darkness threatening the lives of a peaceful people, but there is more than one form of darkness, Sith are but a portion of it, there is the darkness of tyranny, of criminality and they face that now.

But Jedi are not allowed or should not interfere with the politics, not to influence the outcomes, but to her that seemed shallow and a dereliction of duty. Would one simply stand by and watch when another is wronged? Simply because of some policy? No. No one with righteousness in their hearts could do it, she would take off the Robes in order to save a life if it went against the Jedi way. She looked into Thurion’s eyes, his emotions upon their force bond throbbing with the conflict within him.

“We stand together armoured in the finest of Midvinter, we have a weapon most powerful in our saber, you have your sword unmatched by any on the field this day, but we one thing more, the very thing that fuels us and we are blessed with the Force. There are other ways to fight without spilling blood on the ground. We can influence our foe through the use of the force, and if we have to draw our blades, we can incapacitate, we do not have to take one single life today”. She said as the drums of war echoed around the field. Her heart could not help but pound in unison. The sense of the occasion filling her and the blood began to burn through her body. But something is different, she feels a sense of strength she has never felt before and it came from within. Whether it was the drums or the immediate battle, her body felt alive. No, it is not the drums, she thought, but not knowing the origin.

Coci moved close to him as they matched onward. There is a rising breeze and in the distance Coci can see darkening clouds approach, the breeze turned into a strong wind that buffeted the standards of all the Clans, friend or foe. It seemed unnatural to her, as if a hand of fate had turned the elements and as the wind met them it seemed to turn direction, coming from behind them. But it was no Fates directing the course of the wind, a surge in the force, told her otherwise.

She turned her head, sensing the surge and found her eyes falling on the Aerin Firebrand, now astride her black war horse with her arms extended, as the army of Thrand Dawnbringer matched on around her and her horse. Coci noticed some of the Valkyri look up at her, some with a look of awe others more suspicious, whispering ‘Witch’ on low voice and giving her a wide berth.

“Now that is interesting, Thurion”, she said indicating toward Aerin. Coci’s interest was not because Aerin had Alter Environment as a force skill, but more the reaction to her, if Thrand’s man thought this of her, that she is something of the supernatural, then so would the army of the Serpent. She smiled, “and among them are two ‘witches’ more .. we can us this”.

((Those drums are fantastic))

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Lords Thrand Dawnbringer | Thurion Heavenshield​

[SIZE=10.5pt]The time had passed, the opportunity gone for now. Aerin would see her King either in the Capital or walking the path to the Gods Halls. She could only hope he would not think the worst of her once he knows the truth. She pushed all those thoughts aside and focused on the battle ahead. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]From a very early age, Aerin was able to read the weather. The constant changing conditions of Midvinter, that should see a summers days turn on the change of the wind and one could find themselves in the midst of a threatening storm of power and if one was not vigilant, fatal. Her father had taught her this, on the many days spent hunting, learning the bow and casting a continual gaze to the skies. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]But she was better at this then her father, and only until she knew of the existence of the Force, did she know from where her ability came. That and more. Her Master had taught her to use her natural ability to extraordinary levels, but she is still very much learning with each day.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Aerin watched as Lord Heavenshield and Master Sinopi began their march toward the coming battle, regarding them for a moment as she felt their presence in the force. There is a strength beyond measure between the two of them, both powerful Jedi, but there is a connection that creates a combining of power, love. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She turned to find her King gathering his man about him, his guard to move forward with him on the field, she would join him soon enough but firstly, she add another element to their ‘attack’. The weather. Although most of the men and women of Midvinter are hardened to it, today they would see something more powerful, and so Aerin began her set her plan in motion. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63hFZuBGhMA

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Her face turned upward, her eyes closed and she sensed the living force of Midvinter. All the sounds of drums and marching feet ceased, and she remained still and listened to the whispering Force. She allowed it write on her skin, through to her blood and summon energy to her limbs. Nothing more matters this day and time will stand still until one remains. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]With experience and grace, she mounted her stallion, only holding the reins to loosen them and wrapped the strap around the pommel of the saddle, so he would have his head. A gently squeeze of her thighs encouraged BlackWing forward to a few meters and she raised her arms to the skies. The force gathered around her, pulling it though her and out her palms. She began to change the air pressure around them and over the battle field, summoning the wind to increase, concentrating on the particles in the air, osculating them faster and faster and pulling the wind to them across the mountains. The increasing winds pulled the distance clouds toward them, and soon they would arrive, and she will wait. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]As her hands lowered, her eyes fell on the oil trenches and spikes, they need to be destroyed before the Dawnbringer’s army begins its charge or many will perished before sword clashes with sword. Aerin turned her head to see the standard of Clan Sabina pass her. The men and women that had gathered to the King prepared as best she could, the best of armour and weapons at their sides, the Sabina cavalry combined with horse men and women of other Clans will position before the charge, split and to the rear, when the army moves forward, they will ride to the flank. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Turning BlackWings head, Aerin moved over to one of the weapons tent and without dismounting gathered up another shield made for maidens. Riding toward the two Jedi, she came up alongside them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Here”,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] she said handing the shield to Master Sinopi, “This might come in handy”. Then without waiting for words, Aerin rode to lead the Calvary.[/SIZE]

 

[Thrand Hearthfire]

The army came to a halt, now formed up with lines of frontline fighters and archers behind them. They were ready, or as ready as can be at the very least. Across from them stood the much larger numbers of the Usurper. With a nod sent her way, Aerin rode off to assume command of her clan and lead the cavalry charge against their flank, out of sight. Their greatest asset were the great horsemasters of Clan Sabina fighting at their side, for they were responsible for the majority of horse breeding on Midvinter, leaving their enemies with little to no cavalry. They did have time on their side, however; while Thrand and his troops were busy fighting over villages across the surface of Midvinter, Beorlund was given time to fortify himself to no end and construct these massive weapons of war, such as catapults and trebuchets able to hurl projectiles larger than two Valkyri combined.

Looking to his son, then Coci at his side, Thrand offered a nod of comfort. They were very young, still - at least in the eyes of an old Valkyr who has lived the better part of a century in galactic counting. Still, this only put him in his fifties by Valkyri standards. Many of his kind lived to become a hundred or more, but it didn't relieve him of feeling like an old man compared to the youngsters he asked everyday to put their lives at risk for him. Now his only living son and heir would enter the fray. Had his mother yet lived... No sense in dwelling on the past, not anymore and certainly not now.

"Riders approaching, Your Grace" a scout informed him. "This should be interesting..." Thrand spoke, gesturing for Thurion and Coci to join him. "Come on, let's see what the worm wants. At least you'll be able to take a look at the man I will look for upon the battlefield before I take his head!" His men chuckled at the bravado shown by their king, but Thurion was not as amused. Noticing this, Thrand opted for a more diplomatic expression rather than a boastful one. "Sorry, old habit." Along with a few bannermen, Thrand, Thurion and Coci walked up to meet the small retinue of horsemen approaching rapidly. While there were many fancy-looking fellows sat upon their high horses looking important, none of them resembled their usurper king.

"Greetings, Thrand Dawnbringer - son of the late great Threign Hammerfall and pitiful rebel leader of peasants!" one of the riders mocked him, prompting his friends to chuckle at his words. Arse-lickers, the lot of them. "Greetings to thee as well, poodoos-for-brains! Come here to surrender, have you?" he replied, playing the game of taunting better than most. His words made the riders shut up, at least. "You're a fool, Dawnbringer! High King Beorlund will never give up the throne, nor will his loyal army bend the knee to petty would-be kings. We are Valkyri! We only acknowledge strength and power, as all else are lesser virtues in the eyes of the Gods!" Thrand couldn't help but roll his eyes. "If you're done eating whatever comes out of Beorlund's arse, could we please arrive at the point of all this?" The man atop his warhorse grew more furious by the minute as shown by his now-flustered cheeks.

"The High King feels like showing mercy towards you and yours for your bravery in battle and skill as warriors. He offers you all the freedom to simply turn around and leave, to go back to your farms and villages and see your families again. All you need to do is bend the knee, here and now..." he said gleefully, to which Thrand turned to Thurion for a moment, smiling. "This one is my family. He stands with me as all children should their parents in times of need. As for this lot..." he said, gesturing to the army at his back. "They are all my family, as well. We have fought and bled together for these last couple of years, and we do so for a noble and just cause. But I guess the notion of justice is lost on someone like you or your liege." The man merely scoffed.

"This one is your offspring? The great Thrand Dawnbringer only managed to sire this pathetic half-breed? You're truly fallen-from-grace, aren't you?" The men laughed heartily, at which point Thurion stepped forward defiantly. "I am his son, aye. And where is this 'High King' of yours now? Should not such a great man be leading his armies into glorious battle, the likes of which will be sung about for ages to come? And if he were here, why are we instead stood speaking to a man who clearly eats from his lord's chamber pot each night?" Now it was Thrand's turn to laugh at the man turned absolutely red at the impudent half-breed's words, so much so that he drew his sword in anger. Thurion was not laughing, and instead stared down the man atop his horse as he'd already drawn Snowfall and placed its tip against his throat.

"As amusing as this whole gathering has been, it just wouldn't sit right by my conscience to just let my son slit your throat here and now. Go - run back to your master in his castle and tell him his time is up. After we've crushed his army, we're coming for him." The pompous man stared eyes-wide-open back at Thurion, surprised and startled at the sudden threat to his life. After an audible *gulp* he sheathed his sword and turned his horse around without saying a word, leaving the scene with his retinue at his back. "Well... that was fun, wasn't it?" he spoke, nudging Thurion with his elbow. "You are your father's son more than I gave you credit, it seems", he chuckled. Thurion didn't say anything but instead went straight for Coci and kissed her without warning. "Ah, young love..."

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

~~ Lord Thurion Heavenshield ~~​

She only watched as three riders approached them from the army of this Usurper, this is unknown and unheard of to her, never seeing such a thing on a battle field. As she listened she grew even more amazed, as it seemed to be for the sole purpose of taunting, a skill the Sith employ with great effect in most cases. Coci could not help but smile as Thrand spoke his reply, but soon the smile turned into surprise when Thurion spoke up and in a flash had unsheathed Snowfall and aggressively threatening the man. Not that he did not deserve it, but considering the words they had shared only moments ago, and feeling his anger through their bond, she could only stare at him, as this was the first time Coci had witnessed him in this state.

Without warning, she found herself in an embrace of fire, as Thurion kissed her, which took her breath away and made her head swim. She looked into his eyes in wonderment, before a closed lip smile crept over her face. “You never cease to surprise Thurion, my love”, only he would hear.

Coci had noted on Aerin’s horse, would the ‘seat’ was secured around the creature, she looked at the three man riding back to the castle, and with a subtle movement of her hand, using telekinesis, she undid the girth, and only moments later all three of them fell to the ground before their entire army. No one would know how, but many of the Thrand’s men and women enjoyed the sight of it.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

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Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mG7_fOuM5vE​

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"What?" he replied to her words, feigning ignorance. "Just playing along, is all. Right, dad?" Thrand chuckled, nudging his son. "You did good, boy. You did good." As the three returned to stand before the army, the elder addressed his troops. "Well... looks like they won't surrender", he said casually, prompting everyone to let out a good laugh. Off in the distance the opposing army had already began to make their move, marching in unison against them with weapons bashing against shields in fearsome manner.

In a singular wide motion, Thrand's greatsword was unsheathed to the sound of thousands like it and raised high above his head, requiring only one hand to do so. "Rise, Sons of Winter and Daughters of Frost!" A deafening roar echoed in response. "Today is the day we choose whether to live as heroes, or die as legends! The Gods stand by our side; Odiir and Runa, Teign, Helm and Éar! They are here among us, fighting beside us! Our shieldwall cannot break, our bodies are steel itself, and our courage is unwavering! We shall bleed together one last time, my children!"

He extended his blade towards the foe slowly crossing the field. "Their Usurper King does not stand with them! He lingers within the walls of Tháinbroek thinking himself safe from the coming storm, but he is not! Prove him wrong!" Another deafening roar. Thurion now drew Snowfall once more, feeling its weight in the palm of his hand. He looked to Coci at his side as he readied himself. "I love you", he whispered. "Now, for the Free People of Midvinter - for everthing and everyone you hold dear: CHAARGE!" It was then that Mannfreyd stepped forward. "TO THE KING!" In an awesome display of frenzy and battlelust the army erupted and took off after their King. Thurion followed close behind, Snowfall raised to the skies as adrenaline pushed aside what fears remained.

In a battle for the ages the two armies clashed, smashing into each other like an unstoppable force against an immovable object. Axes, spears, swords and maces all either chopped, pierced, slashed or crushed their opponents to gruesome effect. Shields were broken into splinters. Horses were felled. All these things were on Thurion's mind as he attempted to maneuver the battlefield, fending off opponents twice his size left and right. The feeling of steel versus steel was strangely invigorating, a feeling entirely different from that of lightsabers clashing. Now he knew for certain that this was in his blood and bones, and it kinda frightened him.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

~~ Lord Thurion Heavenshield ~~​

“I’ll never understand men”, she said to herself as they turned to look upon the opposition, they had begun to match to the outer defences. Among the thousands of armoured men and women rolled the war machines, pulled by a team of their strongest to position. The clanging of sword to shield is deafening, and their grunts sickening to the stomach.


"Rise, Sons of Winter and Daughters of Frost! .. Today is the day we choose whether to live as heroes, or die as legends! The Gods stand by our side; Odiir and Runa, Teign, Helm and Éar! They are here among us, fighting beside us! Our shieldwall cannot break, our bodies are steel itself, and our courage is unwavering! We shall bleed together one last time, my children!"


The Usurpers army matched by the roar of the men of Thrand. The hair rose up on the back of her neck, her black eyes darting around the scene in front of her and for the first time, Coci felt fear in the pit of her gut. She fell back to the very thing that is constant, the Force. Bringing to her and strengthening her limbs, her hand took hold of her saber, but she did not ignite it, not yet.


Thurion’s steel song cut through the air as he unsheathed Snowfall, and took her close. “For love, for family”, she said in response.


"Their Usurper King does not stand with them! He lingers within the walls of Tháinbroek thinking himself safe from the coming storm, but he is not! Prove him wrong! .. Now, for the Free People of Midvinter - for everything and everyone you hold dear: CHAARGE!"


Thrand charge, the men and women followed as did Thurion, his arm outstretched and by his side is Coci. She held no sword of metal and her head remained calm, she felt there was more to protect this day, lives that storm the field, lives of those waiting at home for their return, regardless of side, and lives of those yet to be born. The shield of the maidens positioned on her left arm blocked the strikes of swords, the force giving her the strength to do so, and she needed it as these men and women far out do her for physicality.


Coci employed the force and pushed her assailants with an invisible wall, some taunted her having no weapon but a shield, until the blue blade of the Silver Shadow ignited, it the blade she is most connected to and one Thurion has never seen her carry, and it reverberated with a rising hum. The swords no match for her saber and some ran. Others she incapacitated severing limbs from their swords, but no blood soiled the earth.


She found herself alone and unchallenged in a moment of reprieve, simply because those around here held eyes of fear as they looked upon her. She turned to find Thurion, sensing him among the battle, knowing he is alive. The flashing blade of Snowfall, glistening in the sun, the sound of his swords ringing through the air to her soul. Her eyes turned to the heavens, to the fast rolling clouds, black and heavy. But this reprieve lasted only moments, before her heard the guttural grant of a large Valkyri behind her, his intent .. Death.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

~~[member="Thrand Dawnbringer"] ~~ [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]One hand rested on BlackWings neck giving him a gentle stroke to calm the eager horse. It was the same for all the cavalry that lined up full stretch at the back of the army. Her eyes are fixed on one thing, the fluttering Standard across the field now matching toward Thrand’s loyal followers. The Standard of Gudvaer Njal. Your time is coming to an end.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The rallying words of her King lifted to the air and all could hear, the men and women of the Clan Sabina, sat proud on horses breed with strength and steel in their bodies. They waited for Aerin’s command, eyes looking to her for the signal. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The cry of Charge, filled the hearts and soul of all red blooded Valkyri, Aerin’s pounded in her chest as she held her arm high to hold. She looked to the skies again, the clouds arriving black and laden, her ability and skill holding the elements at bay for now, but the wind remained at their backs. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoYQDzLvA2s

[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]As the two armies neared almost to the point of clashing, Aerin let out a bellowing cry from the depths of her lower body, her arm lowered her sword pointed toward the battle field and the cavalry begun their ride. In one body, they moved behind the Thrand’s army, the thundering hooves added to the roar of the men on ground, and as the two vast armies clashed, Aerin’s arms split giving the signal to ride like the wind on both flanks. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]BlackWing’s hooves digging into the ground sending up large chunks of earth and ice, with her arms free and thighs tight to grip, Aerin lit her arrow, nooked the bow and sent the first of a volley of fire to the oil, immediately igniting their awaited defence. A wall of flames reached for the skies the defence of the war machines under threaten and would be more so. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Her arm shot out to the right, indicating the turn, and in one fluid motion, without fault, the charging horse wheeled direct on the left flank, equally on the far side of the battlefield, Clan Sabina right flanked. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Go!”,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] she yelled to her second in command, “lead them in!” . Without waiting, Aerin urged BlackWing into a gallop, running directly across the line, the wall of fire on her left which had no effect on her horse, he has many campaigns to be stopped. Aerin turned her stallion’s head to face the wall of flames, behind her is the sound of the clash of swords, and standing high in the stirrups Aerin extended her arms and summon the force to alter the heat within the oil, it began to burn rapid, black smoke filled the air thick and choking, and she pushed the flames forward until they licked at the wooden spikes in wedged into the soil of Midvinter. They were ablaze in seconds. Now the defences are down and the cavalry charged the war machines. The men commanded to operate the machines stood no chance. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Aerin re-joined them, her arrows never missing their mark, “Set the war machines on fire!”, she yelled “I want them to burn”. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]One by one, the engines of war, tumbled to the ground. Aerin twisted her body in her saddle, looking back toward the battle, those that could, uninjured and with blood lust bursting rallied to her. Turning her horses head, she found the King among the fight through the force. “Follow me in, To the King!”. As she rode closer, her mind recognised a vision she had long before ever meeting Thrand, long before she even left Midvinter. The vision of man standing high with silver hair flying in the wind and she, riding to his side issuing the rally cry. It all became clear to her in that moment, the man of her vision is Thrand. [/SIZE]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Already getting separated by the ensuing chaos, Thurion maintained connection to his fiancée through the Force, always aware of her whereabouts and what she was doing. He did manage to remain close to his father, who fought with strength unmatched by any of his adversaries as he cleaved them in two with almost every swing of his massive sword. For every opponent he killed, however, two more seemed to take their place like some foul serpent. That was until the ground began to tremble at the awesome sight of their cavalry coming to their aid, striking the enemy in the flank and from behind having taken out their siege equipment. The enemy was now forced to fight on two fronts, yet with their overwhelming numbers nothing is certain.

Thurion fought as best he could while beset by not one, but three opponents, all tall as trees. By now he had sheathed Snowfall in favour of his lightsaber, casting its blue hue across the now blood-red snow. Their weapons were soon rendered useless in a few swift strikes, but they were relentless. They came at his with nothing but their fists, at which point he offered them his open palm just before Force Pushing them several meters, crashing and smashing into their comrades in a spectacular mess. Gazing across the battlefield from his limited view, he searched for signs of Coci. The faint glow of another lightsaber in the distance caught his attention, knowing it could only be her. "Coci!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, hoping to make contact as he now attempted to fight his way to her.

Just as he made it far enough to see her in the flesh, behind her an enemy warrior was about to strike her down. "No!" he cried out, still too far away to do anything. But the killing blow never arrived, for the assailant was stopped in his tracks by none other than Mannfreyd grabbing the man's arm just as he was about to swing his axe at her. "Run! Get out of here, my lady!" he shouted before shoving his sword into the enemy's back. It was then that a very greatful Thurion arrived at the scene. "Find the King! He needs you!" With a thankful nod of his head Thurion grabbed Coci in an attempt to make their way through the chaos to find his father.

Stood atop a small hill of vanquished foes, Thrand was never given even the briefest of respites. It mattered little to him; the faster they threw themselves at him the faster he got to put them in the ground. His sword arm worked tirelessly, his greatsword Dawnstar wrecking armour and steel alike. He fought like some possessed beast with seemingly one singular purpose in life. Yet he could not guard against a single arrow hitting him in the leg, burying itself in his thigh and causing him to lose his balance as he was forced to his knees. "Karking hell", he shouted more in anger rather than pain, attempting to pull out the arrow.

"Dad", Thurion called out to him as he and Coci arrived at the scene. "Leave it in! You'll do more damage by yanking at it!" Thrand simply nodded, supporting his weight on his sword. "Give me a hand, boy..." he said as he grabbed hold of his son, and together the two managed to get him back on his feet. "Just a scratch", he told him. "Fething buggers!" There was little he could do for his father at this point, for the battle raged on all around them.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Lords ~~Thrand Dawnbringer ~~ Thurion Heavenshield​

[SIZE=10.5pt]She stood prepared for the blow, ready to counterattack as the big brute of a Valkyri would swing at her, by comparison Coci is small, very small not only in height by in body and they would see her as an easy target. But the axe never fell, as Mannfreyd came to her aid and stopped the vast man, taking him out with much warrior skill.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Run! Get out of here, my Lady, find the King, he needs you”. Mannfreyd yelled before charging into the fray once more. Coci turned to see Thurion once more, he is closer and so she went to him, dodging and blocking assailants on her path. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Thurion! Are you alright?”,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] she could see no visible injury but love see harm when it is not present to those one cares for. He is covered in dirt and grim, blood and flecks of flesh, but none his own. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Thrand yelled in pain, Coci ran to him alongside Thurion. The arrow deep in his leg would incapacitate him for the rest of the battle if not seen to and of course there is the danger of infection. He is now very vulnerable on field and needs to be removed and healed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“We need to get Thrand back behind the line”,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] she said looked up back toward Thrand’s encampment. But the path was thick with bodies and the battle, they would not make it. At least not on foot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]It was then Coci heard the sound of pounding hooves and she turned to see Aerin approach them on her black stallion. However, the tall red headed had her bow nooked and sights set to Thurion, Coci heart stopped, with speed unknown the arrow released and came toward him but it’s mark was not Thurion but hit another arrow which was only a foot away before hitting Thurion in the back of the neck. Aerin's keen eye rang true and the deadly arrow flew off course and out of harm’s way. The Shieldmaiden had already sent another arrow toward the assassin and dispatched him. Right between the eyes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Dismounting her horse, the tall Valkyri woman went to her King’s side. As she looked him over, and inspected his leg, Aerin turned her face to Thurion and Coci. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“We need to breach the gates, I have men inside the city ready to attack on my signal. They will do all they can from the inside, but their numbers are not enough. The gates are reinforced with a metal alloy, most likely durasteel or such, you will need your sabers. I will take of Thrand ..err .. The King. Help me get him on BlackWing”. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Aerin looked down into Thrand’s face, her eyes issuing the order of no stubborn objections from him. She knows him well and knows he will protest as all Valkyri men will do. [/SIZE]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

​

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASj81daun5Q​

​

Thurion never even noticed the arrow aimed at the back of his neck, nor how Aerin had saved his life right there and then. He was busy dragging his injured father back behind the lines for stitching up. Thrand never stopped cursing and damning both himself and the enemy for his sustained wounds, yet he went along willingly, hobbling on his good leg while supporting his weight on his son and Coci. That's when Aerin came into view, advising they should put him on her horse for a more expedient escape out of harm's way. With some effort they got him up in the saddle, at which point he reached down to grab hold of Thurion, pulling him close. "My son... you must lead them. Take down the gate and bring me their so-called 'king'."

He put his arms around his father atop Blackwing. "For you, father", he whispered past his ears. Thrand embraced his son in return before pushing him away. "I'm proud of you, son. You'll make a fine king, some day." He gave Aerin a nod. "Let's get this over with. The sooner I get patched up I can get back to putting these poor sods out of their misery." The elder gave his son a quick smirk and a wink before he and Aerin rode off and out of view. Soon after, Mannfreyd showed up. "My Prince! The King, where is he?" Thurion pointed in the direction where he last saw his father ride off. "He got hit. We're taking him behind the lines for healing of his wounds." Mannfreyd nodded, looking concerned. "Then you must lead us. This will never work unless we rally behind someone."

Activating his lightsaber, which caused Mannfreyd to back off in surprise, Thurion grabbed hold of Coci. "Let's go!" Making their way back the way they came, they returned to the front with Mannfreyd at their backs. He got hold of one of his father's battle standards adorned with the same crest and colours as he himself wore. With Jedi weapon in his right hand and standard in his left, he cried out. "Do not waver, Warriors of Midvinter! Your King requires your bravery and strength one last time! For death and glory - follow me!" He passed the standard to Mannfreyd, then turned to Coci. "Let's carve our way through these bastards", he told her with sheer determination and fire in his eyes.

In a flurry of light the two Jedi set about to create an opening in order to rush the gate. If they could secure it, the enemy forces would have nowhere to go and would either break and surrender or be put to the sword. "To the Prince of Winter", loyal Mannfreyd cried out to his fellow warriors, waving the battle standard like a madman and causing the lines to shift in their favour. Thurion and Coci had managed to make a spearhead with little resistance between them and the gate, at which point he extended both palms to either side of him to Force Push the enemy aside. "Storm the gate!" More and more managed to join them, breaking through the enemy lines in increasing numbers. Once at the foot of the gate Thurion set about to carve through it using his lightsaber.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Lords ~~Thrand Dawnbringer ~~ Thurion Heavenshield​

[SIZE=10.5pt]Aerin gripped Thrand’s forearm to assist the Prince with this father to mount BlackWing. The horse shifted under the added weight but the mighty stallion is strong enough to carrying them both. She waited for a moment for father and son to have their private words before she urged BlackWing forward into flight. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Hold on tight my Lord”.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] She threw over her shoulder. The black stallion’s chest expanded taking air in hard filling his massive lungs for strength and with powerful chest and shoulders he beared her and the King through the bodies littering the battlefield, men and women from both armies lay either dead or badly wounded. The ice covered ground ran red with their blood, but now is not the time to ponder this, they will have the rest of their lives for that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Ahead of them, the exhausted oil trench lay as obstacle, now without flame but wide to clear. Without a second thought Aerin encouraged BlackWing onward and fast for momentum. Summoning the force she gave strength to her horse and as they approached the trench, she assist his clearance through the force. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Fly BlackWing!”,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] she yelled with the exhilaration. As the strong stallion hooves hit the ground digging into the earth of Midvinter, Aerin guided his head to weave through the clashes of men. Aerin broke through the line and out into clear land. Immediately, she turned BlackWing to look back over the battle ground toward the capital. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“There my Lord, the Prince has reached the gates”,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] she pointed, with great joy, but still there is much to be done. Quickly searching through her saddle bag pushing Thrand’s injured leg out of the way, “Sorry my Lord”, she grabbed her comlink. “Red beard! It is time, attack, the Prince is breaching the gates. May the Gods give strength to your swords!”. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“My Lady Firebrand, the bastards are about to ‘burn’!”,[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]with those parting words Red Beard broke communication and signalled to commence the attack inside the city walls.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Throwing her leg over the top of the stallions head, Aerin dismounted. It was hard enough to get Thrand up and it would prove even more so to get him down, well without much pain. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Lean on my shoulders”,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] she offered as he could use her body for support. There was never going to be anything graceful in his dismount, coupled with the bulk of the royal armour, he is cumbersome. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Through gritted teeth, “For all the finery of that armour of yours”, she let out a grunt as he is heavy to assist, “.. all the craftsmanship spent and the very best of metal Midvinter has to offer, the arrow marks true in the chink”. Aerin walked him over to a small hillock and placed Thrand on the ground. Standing over him, “Not one word of protest”, she warned him as she began to remove the armour pieces near the wound. The arrow still embedded deep, Aerin examined the area. Grabbing hold of the fabric of his underclothing she ripped open for more access to the wound. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Stop moving .. please”. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Now they are relatively alone Aerin had dropped all the airs and graces afforded to a King, because on ground and injured is her friend. She softened her voice and looked into his face finding his grey blue eyes. “I need you to be still and quiet, I need to focus”, a small smile turned up her lips, knowing this would never happen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Initially, Aerin searched through the force to locate the internal injuries, the arrow went deep but hit nothing vital or threatening, and the head of the arrow had missed the bone but severed muscle from it. The barbs designed to penetrate but also to maim especially if one tries to remove would prove more difficult. As she fletchers her own arrows she is well aware of the purpose. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Aerin began to remove the arrow using the force, slowly bringing it out making sure it’s path did no more damage, she helped this by parting the flesh. It would be painful for him, as much as when it entered and she prepared for his flood of verbal retribution, which would not be directed to her, but for the pain. With the arrow removed, Aerin began to heal her Lord, his muscles reattaching to the bone, blood vessels mending or re-joining, she worked deep within the soft tissue on a micro level before knitting flesh and skin.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Thrand would feel the heat of the force burning within his body, but an energy not set to burn with pain. Lastly, the entry point, the skin came together and formed as one. She is drained for now, but soon would restore her energy as she still had her own ‘bone to pick’. Aerin stumbled backward landing on her buttocks.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“There, good as new’. [/SIZE]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Prince [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]​

​

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ohXZCdNgtk

[SIZE=10.5pt]Not that it was need, but Coci held the reins of the black horse, stroking it hard neck as it shifted with the events around him. One hoof poured at the ground eager to get underway, his head tossing about and nostrils flaring. As soon as Thrand was in position behind Aerin, she looked up into the red heads eyes, and she nodded her thanks to the Shieldmaiden for saving Thurion. No words crossed between them, but a mutual understanding. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Once the black horse and his riders disappeared from view, their attention returned to the battle. In Thurion’s blue eyes, a strength is present, although Coci knows he is strong of character having seen it on more them one occasion, today is different, today the strength of Prince stands before her. Her heart lifts more, her soul pounds filled with pride and her blood summons courage as he grabs her and makes for the gates. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Do not waver, Warriors of Midvinter! Your King requires your bravery and strength one last time! For death and glory - follow me!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Her most beloved looked down into her eyes. "Let's carve our way through these bastards". The fire in his eyes unknown to her in such circumstances, and she filled with fire herself, a sense of lust of all nature. The thrill of the fight entered her and for now they are no Jedi. The Prince of Winter had entered the battle, and she beside him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Moving forward, the force once more became their most valued allies. The grime of the ground rose up in a wave, as Coci used Telekinesis to form a wall of dust, ice, stone and blood throwing it toward any that dared to attack. Again, many of the Valkyri fled in fear at the sight of both of them, wielding magic and swords of lightning. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Storm the gate!", [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]and Coci ran forward as commanded by the Prince. In no time, Thurion and she, plunge their sabers through the gates, the wood no match but the reinforcement hit and halted the saber only for a brief moment before slag began to fall to the ground. She could sense fear within the capital, the men of the Usurper had begun to falter in their purpose. And the sight of the sabers cutting through on the other side, had the men of charge flee their stations. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Moreover, the clash of swords ringed in the air, but not behind them but behind the walls. Slowly the two blue saber form their cuts until meeting in the middle. Coci took steps back, and waved her arms for the loyal men of Thrand to move, as Thurion and Coci would pull the metal cutting out toward them, and so breaching the gates of Tháinbroek. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Coci looked to Thurion, “On my mark, pull!”. She sensed her love strongly through their bond and knew he had prepared the force to dispatch the gate. “Mark!”. Using force pull the reinforced metal gate began to rip from it bearings. [/SIZE]

 

[Thrand Hearthfire]

"Argh, son of a...", Thrand cried out through gritted teeth as Aerin set about to mend his leg. "Oh, shut up", he then told her in response to her telling him to be quiet. "I'm the patient, here. I should be allowed to curse however I see fit." As she worked, Thrand gripped the hilt of his sword ever tighter as the pain increased. "I karking hate arrows! Took one in the shoulder in my youth, and another in the side after that. They hurt just as much back then, and we didn't have access to your magic, either." He snuck a glance down his leg to see Aerin's deft hands remove the arrow. "Éar's mighty bossom, I will find the milk-drinker responsible for this!"

Once she'd finished stitching him up, Thrand was finally able to relax and let his body sink into the bed of snow beneath him, releasing a long sigh of relief. He then reached for her arm and gripped it tight. "Aerin... thank you. The men may call you a 'witch', but at least you're our witch", he spoke while managing a faint smile of gratitude. Turning his head to the side, Thrand observed the battlefield still raging. "I've both feared and dreamed of this moment for so long, that to miss it makes me feel such shame. Instead my son fights in my stead, risking his life for an old man who is undeserving of such."

His eyes returned to Aerin's. "Ah, well... Forgive an old man his thoughts. Now, then..." Thrand grabbed hold of his sword once more and set about to get back up on his feet. "And no, I don't give a damn about your medical expertise in this. If I can still draw breath, I can still fight." It took some effort but eventually he rose to a stand, although had to put most of his weight on his good leg. Blackwing remained saddled and waiting, letting the old man run his hand through his black mane. "Let's go. We have to a snake to decapitate."