Thread: The Dream Of Conquest (MasterOfWhispers and Eirlys Vitae)

In order to keep herself tracked to the recent events, Bernia attempted to keep a conversation with those who were still capable to speak - but just as she expected, they were not too eager to talk. Everyone seemed to be prostrated with defeat, many crying over the unknown fate of their family members, and the young healer tried hard not to think about Nodin and how things went for him. She only decided to believe he was doing fine... And wasn't sick with worry. All Bernia understood from those little fragments of information given her was the obvious - they were defeated, no one can tell how, no one can tell how they've appeared here. However, they were still alive, meaning there was some other purpose than a blunt genocide. What she's noticed - all the people kept with here were healers... Bernia narrowed her eyes, finding thing fact suspicious - even if they were not fighters, leaving them all locked in one place was a great mistake... Which was making her sure something sly was planned. The dead silence filled the tiny tent as the one no longer belonging to the elven race walked in. Bernia looked up at him, imagining to see some kind of a monster that really deserved to be hunted - by rumors spread around the land she was always picturing him like this. To her great surprise, the vampire elf looked very familiar to the regular man of her nation - only his face traits were sharper, and his skin...It was ash like. However the smile flashed at his hostages was even... Charming. Bernia shook head for herself, getting those thoughts off her mind as if she was trying to get water off the pointy ears both races shared. No matter how charismatic the villain was, and how stunning his smile remained, his words did not please any healer. Only those who were already struggling within life and death were mumbling something as in anticipation, but Bernia couldn't blame them - they couldn't be called conscious and were pretty much raving. It was rather sad to see people from her homeland in such a condition - some of them were studying magic with her, and now, probably, were destined to end up like this... She looked up, giving the enemy the only glance of hate and despair, and to Bernia's surprise - his eyes were set on her, too. As if slowly dipping into her mind. Confused she blinked, just to see his eyes went away, now analyzing faces of other prisoners. Soon the slightly shocked expression of Bernia, just like of those who still had some power to resist, changed into deep frown. Unable to stay silent, now worrying about Nodin even more, ignoring her wrists being locked behind her back, she jumped to her feet. And children! Children, women and elders at the capital! What are you planning to do with them? Kill them as if they're pigs to slaughter?! If so - you're the sorriest creature carried by this earth, mind it! I do not care about your past, but morals should be respected during any war - it's an unwritten rule. Don't you dare not minding it or else I will... I... She went silent, realizing her little monologue sound ridiculous. Especially the part where she was about to begin threatening when there was nothing she could do at all. And to Bernia's fear, she soon realized she might have put everything and everyone in trouble by those not carefully thought word.