All is fair in love and war
bloodshed in velvet shades
as battles burn, but one remains
they call her Queen of Blades
Roana could near feel the anger rolling off of Amalia as she continued to carefully plant her rose. She had expected it though. It flew in the face of everything the woman stood for, everything she vehemently fought to protect. But if she could stand her ground infront of Amalia, knowing she was duty bound by the gods of life to protect life, then she could certainly do the work of the gods of death.
With her rose planted, she rose as well, looking over at Amalia, an oddly warm expression on her face given the topic at hand. "Yes. There is." she said calmly, not flinching under Amalia's intense gaze. "If there were not, Mort and Ludo would have no purpose." No one made it out of life alive. Everyone was killed by something. Bodily decay. Disease. Accidents. Predatory animals. In the case of the Ascended, it would be her hand, because the actions of their leader put them on the front lines.
She considered quietly for a moment, the baker's question. "I've been a soldier over a decade. Hundreds. Possibly near a thousand." she said calmly. The frontlines of the wars in Northwind had not been a pretty sight. Bloody battles and raids that lasted months. There had been a reason their people had sought the safety of a new home in Northaven. "And every single one, I have told myself this. It was them, or me and my family. My people. I was fighting a war led by people far above me. This is no different." she said quietly. This was a war of the gods, the struggle between the Old and the Voice. The Voice sent forth the Ascended. Ludo sent forth her.
Roana smiled a little at Amalia's final question, tilting her head slightly. "I suppose, if you feel that the agenda of the Voice is also worth carrying out. Because that is what they are doing, unwittingly or otherwise." she said with a light shrug. She did not wish to kill the Ascended because of the Ascended. She was going to do so because of the actions of the Voice. "But will you, Amalia? Will you kill me, Shield of Safrin? I would think the weight of life enough to bear without the weight of death added as well."
With her rose planted, she rose as well, looking over at Amalia, an oddly warm expression on her face given the topic at hand. "Yes. There is." she said calmly, not flinching under Amalia's intense gaze. "If there were not, Mort and Ludo would have no purpose." No one made it out of life alive. Everyone was killed by something. Bodily decay. Disease. Accidents. Predatory animals. In the case of the Ascended, it would be her hand, because the actions of their leader put them on the front lines.
She considered quietly for a moment, the baker's question. "I've been a soldier over a decade. Hundreds. Possibly near a thousand." she said calmly. The frontlines of the wars in Northwind had not been a pretty sight. Bloody battles and raids that lasted months. There had been a reason their people had sought the safety of a new home in Northaven. "And every single one, I have told myself this. It was them, or me and my family. My people. I was fighting a war led by people far above me. This is no different." she said quietly. This was a war of the gods, the struggle between the Old and the Voice. The Voice sent forth the Ascended. Ludo sent forth her.
Roana smiled a little at Amalia's final question, tilting her head slightly. "I suppose, if you feel that the agenda of the Voice is also worth carrying out. Because that is what they are doing, unwittingly or otherwise." she said with a light shrug. She did not wish to kill the Ascended because of the Ascended. She was going to do so because of the actions of the Voice. "But will you, Amalia? Will you kill me, Shield of Safrin? I would think the weight of life enough to bear without the weight of death added as well."
ROANA
