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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2017 12:58:03 AM
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[i]Freya would study the Witcher for a few seconds of soft silence, her head tilting in a soft curiosity. That silence would continue, before a cute smile would cross her face. She would continue to undress her armoring, until she was left with her uniform.[/i]
"Careful, Witcher." [i]A singsong tone left her mouth.[/i] "I like you, but be careful. Perhaps the Dojo would enjoy the thought of bringing the Trayven commander to a certain peace. But would they enjoy you "living" alongside me, this early?"
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"The Dojo warriors will see that we are not enemies." Alric stated, placing his hands on the table. "It would be wiser to do so, to establish our Alliance all the sooner. I will even ask for some of the other Knights to come to the camp if need be." He drummed his index, ring and pointer finger against the table. "Besides, I am not well liked at the dojo. People only follow me because I know what I'm doing, compared to some of the other sword fighters there are." Alric drummed his fingers along the table once more. "I am the closest to a Commander they have at this point, they fight under because they have do. They will have to follow me when we fight together. They must see we are truly allies. Capable of not only fighting together but also living Together."
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"...Together, then." [i]Freya would finally say, adjusting her uniform as she nodded towards Alric in agreement. She had trailed around the table, her fingers against the edge of the wood.[/i] "The gates shall remain open, and our weapons undrawn. Perhaps we shall commune, perhaps.. a certain unity can be found, between us. A peace, that we can nurture and even continue. More than the parchment of a decree, or whatever material an alliance may be made of." [i]Freya would finally say, resting her hand upon the table as she stood next to the sitting Alric.[/i]
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"I will inform the Warriors in the dojo." Alric, finally, rose to his feet and smiled at Freya. "It was a pleasure, my lady." He said kindly, doing a cordial bow before standing tall once more. "And yes, If it is possible. We should extend on what there is. Past the material of paper and promises."
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[i]Freya would watch the man leave, nodding a little. She crossed her arms together, sighing after Alric would leave.[/i] "Sir Alric.. you may just save us yet." [spoiler]Timeskip to when the Dojo arrives?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah, sure. So do I just... A dozen dojo Knights entered the encampment Or??[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Sure, lol.[/spoiler]
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It had been nearly an hour since Alric's departure, the sun had set and stars twinkled in the night sky. Finally, torches lit the pathway towards the dojo as three or so dozen Knights in various armours approached the encampment gates. Alric was at the head of them all, and the various Knights spread out throughout the camp as they entered, mingling with the House Trayvern warriors.
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[i]The gateway had been kept open, while the Trayven army had begun the nightly celebrations on their own, inviting the men and women from the Dojo to join. Alcohol brewed from thick barrels in rivers, cheers and yells ringing out from the crowds of Trayvens and Dojo members. Guards still took over the night duty, though, in preparation for.. anything.[/i] [i]Freya didn't find herself in the crowds, no. Instead, she had slipped in, gotten a shot glass and a filled bottle of wine to accompany it, as she leaned over the ramparts, silently watching the darkening skies. She would stare out to the Dojo, and Dojoville in entirety, drinking silently.[/i]
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"You don't like celebrations?" Alric asked, walking up from behind Freya. "Neither do I, to be truthful with you." He stood next to her, watching as the people danced and drank.
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"...They always celebrate. Before battle, after battle, they tend to. And things tend to head to hell during a party." [i]Freya would sigh a little, drinking from her glass.[/i] "I think.. [i]think[/i], that we have an actual chance."
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"As long as we stand together, shoulder to shoulder, we'll be able to do anything." Alric said with a warm laugh. "Worst case, we call upon other houses on Takatai. House Leo of the Burning Isles. House Forrester of the Winra Islands." Alric shrugged his shoulders in thought.
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"Leo? Forrestor? My father- well, adoptive father, conquered both houses in less than a month.. I'm not saying that they were weak. But I am saying that in our prime, the Trayven's armada was all-powerful.. then the Tribune arrived, and even Armillion could not stop him." [i]Freya would sigh, before looking over at Alric.[/i] "It's occurred to me.. I don't actually know that much about you. Here I am, complaining of warfare, and.. I barely know you, Witcher, other than your title, position, and name."
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"You've been on Takatai for how long exactly?" Alric asked, looking towards her. "Why conquer houses you can make Alliances with?" "A title and position say all about a person, wouldn't you say? I'm a Witcher. That gives you a clue as to how my life has been. Solitary, lonely, seen as a monster."
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"In an alliance, everyone pursues their own goals before they would see to another's. In conquest, they do the same, only that they serve instead. Or they are crushed. ...a quote, from Armillion. Gods, he scares me at times." [i]Freya would sigh at that, drinking.[/i] "I've tried to learn people outside of titles. Perhaps it's stratagem, but.. I don't necessarily develop friendships."
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"Friendship is overrated." Alric sighed as well, shaking his head slightly. "I prefer simple Alliances. Much easier to handle, both more [i]and[/i] less is expected. It's overall better if I may speak so boldly."
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"Continue to speak so boldly, if I will be honest. I would prefer that, over a friend who doesn't express themselves." [i]Freya filled up her glass with more wine, before offering the bottle of the drink to Alric.[/i] "Take it, if you'd like. Too much, and I'll probably fall off the battlements - I'm far from a heavy drinker, I suppose."
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Alric nodded in simple thanks, taking the bottle from her hands. He examined its writing, looking it over before looking back up at her. "I do not enjoy the after effects very much, but the drink itself can be quite pleasing." He stated, holding the bottle at his side. "Thank you, Lady Freya."
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"You use the term "Lady" quite a lot." [i]Freya would calmly jest, nodding towards the Witcher. Upon the bottle was "The Dragon's Delight" from a place called "Khaom". The liquid was a darker color than most wines, surprisingly strong in it's taste, as Freya would be the example as she closed her eyes and swallowed.[/i] "You think that they'll like each other?" [i]Freya would murmur, studying the conversing Dojo warriors and the Trayvens. It was a new sight, clearly.[/i]
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"We can hope they will. But the most likely case is that there will be tension." Alric sighed, looking over the Warriors. Already, it was clear that there were cliques being formed. Warriors joining together based on armour or weaponry. "Just as there is tension between other Alliances."
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[i]Freya had begun to notice it, as well. The higher ranking members of both sides took to forming with each other, while their recruits took to understanding one another. She couldn't disagree with it, it wasn't as if she and Alric speaking exclusively was any better.[/i] "You mentioned that they should learn to "live together". Perhaps it is too early, but are they succeeding? I see no drawn swords, yet."
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"They're forming ranks. Understanding each other, what they're capable of. Swords will be drawn by the morning, but none will die." Alric took a more philosophical approach to his explanation, as if trying to determine what exactly they were doing. "The stronger will name themselves the Frontlines. They seek glory, and to defend the weak. The weak are men and women who's sword play isn't as strong. Then come the archers, who are better with bows and arrows. This is war. You're killed, or you kill. The in-between is waiting for slaughter or saving."
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"I understand the concept of war. I've stood on those front line with the vanguard - the spear's point, we call it. I've driven swords, spears, tridents, and more into plenty of good men and women, and my brother and sister have killed just as many as I. War is what forged House Trayven."
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"War is what made me." Alric stated, a hint of sadness being heard in his otherwise smooth and calm voice. "War against the unknown." He laughed, almost sarcastically before he sniffled once. It was clear this was bringing up something.
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"...That's the most noble cause that I know." [i]Oddly enough, it was as if Freya had discovered a newfound respect for Alric, to some capacity, as she looked up at him. There was an understanding in her motionless eyes, as a silence took over her being, purely out of respect for him.[/i]
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"Heh." He cheekily grinned to himself, taking a sip from the wine bottle before lowering his hand. "If you're gonna live, might as fight your way through. A good lesson." Alric suddenly said, most likely referencing the Trayvern's history.
