Thread: flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo (NoxRogue)

RE Flectere Si Equeo Superos, Achaeronta Movebo NoxRogue Her plea did not fall on deaf ears. Though normally the point would have been moot to him, she was in need. She knew the lay of the land and how to thrive from it, but she lacked a way to properly defend himself. She would be useful to him, and him to her, so on and so forth. He pondered for a moment before reproaching her, This is naught but a fool's errand for you. You have no ties to my plight and this burden is heavy enough to even render a man stronger than myself all but weak in the knees. You seek Death so willingly Liliana? Well-- His tone softened, In that case, I will just have to do my best to protect you from harm. I will have to teach you to steel yourself and hone your body into an instrument of devastation. A force upon which to be reckoned, no matter the foe. In return, you can be my companion and help with the navigation of these lands. He did enjoy what little interaction they had shared and together they might be a formidable partnership. Together they might be able to wrangle some information on the whereabouts of both his sister and her wayward brother. Two heads, as the adage implies, are better than one. His reflection was broken by Liliana's words once more over the campfire. He only caught half of them as the memory of their first encounter broke, leaving him back in the reality of the present. A year together. In that entire year he had taught her to become a formidable fighter and she had taught him the intricacies of surviving off the land. Their partnership was truly a plentiful exchange. He responded to her rather emptily, I was lost in a sea of memories, transfixed by the current in which I rode. You will have to forgive me. Though I find this night draws closer to its inevitable end, Liliana. Vallacre is just a crest and a skip away. I say we retire and prepare for our small trek tomorrow. I beggar to say by Noon's Eye we will be upon Vallacre and in the heart of Gaal Castle. The headquarters of the Militia lies in this city also, so maybe they can direct us toward a recruitment officer who has some idea about your brother. Over their year they had gathered information reporting a fair skin, chestnut hair maiden in the halls of Gaal Castle, floating like a phantom through the halls while the denizens of Vallacre speculated with baseless conjecture on the haunting. All descriptions seemed to match his sister's own, so it would not be a waste of their time. It happened to coincide with the information of her brother having joined the Militia right before he vanished from her life. Two birds, one stone. He lifted himself from the log he had been resting upon and stepped over it, settling down. He laid on his back, head canted forward by the log on which he rested it. He drew the arm with his sword attached by the chain to his wrist upon his chest, shutting his eyes and allow slumber to cradle him. Soon morning would be upon them and though it was a short stretch, he was eager to venture to Vallacre and investigate these claims on his sister. He knew even Liliana was just as eager to take any scraps of information pertaining to her brother. Soon they might have the solution to both of their journeys.