09-03-2013, 04:24 AM
In the midst of the two Kings' rivalry, the blood mage began to giggle. The noise resonated throughout the blank canvas that was The Fountain of Infinity. It seemed to clash with the woman's dark-looking features, promising a kind of innocence it was unlikely she could deliver. She clapped her hands together delightedly as their heated argument drew to a close. “Bravo, my lieges,” she drawled, clapping thrice more in a deliberate act of sarcasm. “Your double act was quite the little spectacle.” Bold words coming from a woman who wasn't sure her magic would be able to save her this time, but Nyx knew well enough that in a war of words, conviction is half the battle – and she had that in abundance.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure drawing itself from the fountain. He looked odd, but Nyx's gaze caught his for the briefest moment, and she found herself intrigued by him. There weren't many others who shared her red eyes, let alone those who seemed to burn brighter than her own. She was impressed, even from a distance. Her heart sank a little as he withdrew from the group, but undoubtedly there would be time to meet him later. The Omniverse couldn't be that big, right?
Truthfully, Nyx hadn't given much thought to choosing sides. As far as she was concerned, they were all in the same boat, here. Was there any real proof that these two 'Kings' had any jurisdiction anywhere? The blood mage was confident she could run some spiel about how she commands lands of her own, and how exactly would they be able to disprove her words? It sparked an idea, and an interesting one, at that. An idea which was equally mischievous and risky as it was logical.
She took a step forward towards Bradley and Aragorn, studying each of them intently for a moment before finally speaking. “And are we supposed to just take you at your word? What proof do you bring of the power you claim to hold?” She lifted her head in something of a defiant gesture, lightly folding her arms across her chest. It was at that moment her attention was drawn towards Whirda's osprey – apparently, in all the excitement, she hadn't noticed the 'windy girl' slip away. She unfurled the message with interest, regarding Whirda's words with due consideration.
It was definitely an interesting proposition. Now, three imminent solutions seemed to present themselves – choose a King, or choose Whirda. Of course, Nyx could always choose her own path... but in such alien lands, was that really wise? There was a marked difference between the Fade and this place. Nyx felt infinitely more comfortable dealing with demons than she did with these alien creatures.
Rolling the message up, she returned it to the osprey, just in time to watch Garona reappear and ally herself with King Aragorn. It was an unexpected twist – she didn't seem like the type to readily submit to another's leadership. The threat at the end comforted Nyx a little, it felt more like the Orc she knew.
The question remained – what would Nyx do? Would she choose a side with one of the feuding Kings, and become a pawn in a war she didn't fully understand? Would she follow Whirda, and choose freedom? Would she openly confront these Kings, challenging them to battle? Or would she carve her own path through this unforgiving universe?
At the very least, she could let the kings justify themselves before deciding.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure drawing itself from the fountain. He looked odd, but Nyx's gaze caught his for the briefest moment, and she found herself intrigued by him. There weren't many others who shared her red eyes, let alone those who seemed to burn brighter than her own. She was impressed, even from a distance. Her heart sank a little as he withdrew from the group, but undoubtedly there would be time to meet him later. The Omniverse couldn't be that big, right?
Truthfully, Nyx hadn't given much thought to choosing sides. As far as she was concerned, they were all in the same boat, here. Was there any real proof that these two 'Kings' had any jurisdiction anywhere? The blood mage was confident she could run some spiel about how she commands lands of her own, and how exactly would they be able to disprove her words? It sparked an idea, and an interesting one, at that. An idea which was equally mischievous and risky as it was logical.
She took a step forward towards Bradley and Aragorn, studying each of them intently for a moment before finally speaking. “And are we supposed to just take you at your word? What proof do you bring of the power you claim to hold?” She lifted her head in something of a defiant gesture, lightly folding her arms across her chest. It was at that moment her attention was drawn towards Whirda's osprey – apparently, in all the excitement, she hadn't noticed the 'windy girl' slip away. She unfurled the message with interest, regarding Whirda's words with due consideration.
It was definitely an interesting proposition. Now, three imminent solutions seemed to present themselves – choose a King, or choose Whirda. Of course, Nyx could always choose her own path... but in such alien lands, was that really wise? There was a marked difference between the Fade and this place. Nyx felt infinitely more comfortable dealing with demons than she did with these alien creatures.
Rolling the message up, she returned it to the osprey, just in time to watch Garona reappear and ally herself with King Aragorn. It was an unexpected twist – she didn't seem like the type to readily submit to another's leadership. The threat at the end comforted Nyx a little, it felt more like the Orc she knew.
The question remained – what would Nyx do? Would she choose a side with one of the feuding Kings, and become a pawn in a war she didn't fully understand? Would she follow Whirda, and choose freedom? Would she openly confront these Kings, challenging them to battle? Or would she carve her own path through this unforgiving universe?
At the very least, she could let the kings justify themselves before deciding.