06-30-2015, 10:20 AM
Straia doesn’t judge. What right does she have to judge? She’s never killed, yes, that is true. But she seeks revenge. It sits heavy in her heart, buried in the back, but there nonetheless. It will never consume her, and her life will not be incomplete should she never get revenge on her mother’s murderer. But still, she wouldn’t mind. Though, she’s beginning to think she’s already gotten her revenge. It’s impossible for her to know if her suspicions are correct. But if Rodrik really had killed her mother, dethroning and trading him to the Valley was the best revenge she was likely to ever get.
This, of course, is why she does not judge. This, among other things. But mostly this. She’s hardly an upstanding citizen. When the opportunity presented itself, to both take the crown and secure an alliance between the two dark kingdoms (that had been at odds for centuries, rather than working together), she took it without a thought. It didn’t matter to her that the King she was usurping was her Father. All that mattered to her was he had failed the Chamber, become solitary and undependable, and the Chamber deserved the best. He was no longer the best.
After all, he’s the one who taught her just what the Chamber deserved. Look Dad, she learned her lesson. Clearly, Straia has her own Daddy issues. Always would, though over the years, they have become far less troublesome.
Erebor asks a few other questions, and Killdare is kind enough to indulge them both and answer. She nods her head in response to her own question. “Ah, I can’t say I’ve always been known for keeping the most trustworthy of friends at my side. But friends or enemies, knowledge is power. Whatever you learn can be of use someday.” While she wants the Chamber out stirring the pot a bit, ruffling some feathers with steals and challenges, what she really wants is information. It is the most useful currency of all.
“Is there anything you want to know of us, Killdare?” She asks after a moment when he’s finished. He’s shared willingly, and she figures that she ought to offer the same in return.
This, of course, is why she does not judge. This, among other things. But mostly this. She’s hardly an upstanding citizen. When the opportunity presented itself, to both take the crown and secure an alliance between the two dark kingdoms (that had been at odds for centuries, rather than working together), she took it without a thought. It didn’t matter to her that the King she was usurping was her Father. All that mattered to her was he had failed the Chamber, become solitary and undependable, and the Chamber deserved the best. He was no longer the best.
After all, he’s the one who taught her just what the Chamber deserved. Look Dad, she learned her lesson. Clearly, Straia has her own Daddy issues. Always would, though over the years, they have become far less troublesome.
Erebor asks a few other questions, and Killdare is kind enough to indulge them both and answer. She nods her head in response to her own question. “Ah, I can’t say I’ve always been known for keeping the most trustworthy of friends at my side. But friends or enemies, knowledge is power. Whatever you learn can be of use someday.” While she wants the Chamber out stirring the pot a bit, ruffling some feathers with steals and challenges, what she really wants is information. It is the most useful currency of all.
“Is there anything you want to know of us, Killdare?” She asks after a moment when he’s finished. He’s shared willingly, and she figures that she ought to offer the same in return.
straia
queen of the chamber
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission