eat sh*t and die } LUPEI

[Straia]

i am the violence in the pouring rain

i am a hurricane

She could keep bickering. She could take Lagertha up on her offer. They could fight it out, like she once did long before she had her traits. Yes, even the Raven Queen knew how to fight, knew what to do when it was just two horses. She wasn’t as well trained a Lagertha was, certainly, but she could probably hold her own.

But in the end, that isn’t why they are here. It doesn’t take long for Vanquish to come, and Mast, unsurprisingly, doesn’t show. Not that she’d seen the cowards face once during this war, and it seems, neither had his allies. Well, no longer allied, perhaps. Certainly in the case of Vanquish, who’s fuming with enough anger that Straia almost laughs. Almost. Instead, it’s just a quirk of her mouth in the black king’s direction, and nothing more.

“The Dale will hardly stand here without the Amazons and the Desert. In truth, I only care that your two kingdoms agree. But we can invite Ramiel, if you wish.” A raven materializes, and then disappears to try and find the Dalean King. They turn to the topic of their agreement though, and Lagertha agrees, letting Vanquish know the plan at the same time. Straia simply nods in agreement, silently letting them know she’s committed.

It is high time for her to hand over the throne. It has been, in truth, for a while now. But the war dragged on and on, and she couldn’t hand over her kingdom with the threat of war looming. Instead, she would be handing over the aftermath. But Killdare knew how to pick up the pieces. “If we are agreed,” she pauses, waiting for Vanquish to answer before continuing, “then Killdare, the Chamber is yours. Long live the King.”

The ravens in the air stop, flapping their wings to hover wherever they are as best they can, cawing loud enough for the entire Chamber to hear despite the battle raging around them. “LONG LIVE THE KING.” They sing, their voices raw and distorted, but the words clear enough. And the message is clearer still, for as soon as their speech is done, every raven disappears from the Chamber.

It was time for the war to end. It was time for a new era to begin.

straia

the raven queen of the chamber