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My Precious - Roana - 12-03-2018 Roana may have technically quieted herself in public - she didn't really have any authority anymore - but she was still very visible in the community. She took it upon herself to make rounds around the little settlement they were building. Security was what she knew and excelled at so there seemed little reason for her to try and pursue anything else. Not to mention she was one of the few who came through with their weapons. The broadsword on her back was standard issue. The claymore on her hip, Krosis, even to the untrained eye was something special. She always had her named, enchanted blade on her hip, prepared to jump into battle at any moment should she need to. But today her rounds had been boring. Which was good. She wanted her rounds to be boring. That meant people were safe for the time being. So she concluded her rounds and headed back to the small home she shared with her sister in law Phoebe and three sons. Everyone knew they could always come to her with an issue after all. She didn't need to be out and about all day and night. RE: My Precious - Wessex - 12-06-2018
RE: My Precious - Roana - 01-07-2019 The only warning Roana got was the sound of the knife being drawn from it’s sheath. But before she could turn, she felt the pressure of it’s tip pressing into her back. The former captain stilled, but did not panic. Years of training had prepared her for this sort of a situation. More importantly, she could not afford to be rash. She had three little boys waiting on her back home. They needed their mother in the absence of their father. Her hand tightened on the hilt of her claymore, where it had been resting while she walked. [say]”What sort of person pulls a knife on a single mother of three?”[/say] she said dryly, eyes forward. Filth. That was the sort of person. Moving would get her stabbed in the back if she wasn’t careful. [say]”I’ve nothing to give you so why don’t you go back the way you came and no one gets hurt?”[/say] she said, calm, cool, and collected as always. RE: My Precious - Wessex - 01-10-2019
RE: My Precious - Roana - 01-17-2019 [say]”The sort that didn’t choose to come there in the first place.”[/say] Roana said calmly, though she was a bit irritated. [say]”None of my people wished to come to this place any more than your people wished to have us. Should we not seek friendship rather than vengeance? We could help each other.”[/say] Even with a knife pointed to her spine, Roana was a soldier through and through. Trying to de-escalate a situation was as close to second nature as quickly dispatching an enemy. You had to be able to do the former if you were going to be around hot-headed soldiers all day. If this woman was mad about her sudden appearance, there was nothing she could do about it but offer to ally rather than war. But then she asked for her claymore. Roana frowned, brows furrowing. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the hilt of Krosis as tightly as she could. [say]”No. This is all I have left of my father’s legacy. You cannot have it.”[/say] she said firmly. Already she was thinking about how she could get out of this. She couldn’t see the person behind her, but she did not think they were human. They had snuck up too quietly, too quickly…and she felt too much like a mouse under the paw of a lion. An ascended perhaps? At night she couldn’t out run or out muscle one. Even her grip on the sword was basically useless. All she could do was try to have them see reason. [say]”One such as yourself has no need for a weapon anyways. Are you not powerful enough as you are, an ascended?”[/say] she said, hoping to find out for certain what this person was. RE: My Precious - Wessex - 01-19-2019
RE: My Precious - Roana - 01-20-2019 Oh she moved her head. Roana was not into that, especially not when the most precious thing she owned and the most precious people in her life were being threatened. She jerked her head away, scowling. Krosis was undoubtedly priceless to her, but there was no object in this world she would not sacrifice to keep her children safe. Not a single thing. Still, as she released her grip on the claymore, her hands shook. [say]"Fine. Take it."[/say] she said her voice shaking with emotion. Anger. Remorse. Loss. Pain. This was like being asked to choose between her father, her heritage...and her children. She wasn't the best mother, but she was a good one. Then and only then did she turn her head to steal a glance at the woman who would take her inheritance. Roana memorized her features with a glare, blue eyes alight with rage. This would not be the end. Oh no. She would get her sword back. Her children would be safe. And if this bitch had to die to make it happen, so be it. RE: My Precious - Wessex - 01-20-2019
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