All is fair in love and war
bloodshed in velvet shades
as battles burn, but one remains
they call her Queen of Blades
Roana had been wandering. She had made absolutely zero effort to join the forming army when she had heard call for one. Not when Zariah made it, nor when Wessex did. She had other orders from a higher power to follow now, and the politics of mortals would only serve to muddle her cause. But since she had promised to wait as long as she could to carry out these orders, she felt a bit at a standstill. Perhaps she ought pay the baker a visit to see if she had made any progress with Mort.
But as she made her way there, she caught a familiar sight. A sword, swinging through the air, armor glinting in the sunlight. She herself wore no armor, though her claymore adorned her hip. Like the blade the Reaper swung, it was simple, though the high shine of its enchanted blade and dragon guard made it stand out as something special. For a moment she watched from afar, taking in his movement and observing the field before him. "This is quite the set up you have here." she said at some length, stepping forward.
But as she made her way there, she caught a familiar sight. A sword, swinging through the air, armor glinting in the sunlight. She herself wore no armor, though her claymore adorned her hip. Like the blade the Reaper swung, it was simple, though the high shine of its enchanted blade and dragon guard made it stand out as something special. For a moment she watched from afar, taking in his movement and observing the field before him. "This is quite the set up you have here." she said at some length, stepping forward.
ROANA
