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imperial_stage2012-05-23 06:32 pm
wanderingbard) wrote in imperial_stage2012-05-23 06:32 pm
The Mad Prince
Who: Levin and Luca Blight (Rider)
What: The Prince of the Nameless States defends his people
Where: Outside Higheast
Warnings: Battle and violence
He had a distinct feeling he'd forgotten something.
Cryptically hinted at the possibility of his disappearance to Garviel, check. Quizzed Thomas about what he knew about Luca, check. Set up the right conditions to have more than a 0.1% chance at taking down the Mad Prince, check check check.
Perhaps he'd left the fire untended when he'd left the castle. Levin shrugs a little as he stands from his seat on the dune facing the former castle of L'Renouille. It was near nightfall. There was no special strategical reason for this, only that he is a bard and battles are always more dramatic at dusk or dawn. And for the sake of his people and his heritage, he is making many concessions today, but waking up at 5:00 isn't one of them.
The heir to the throne of the Nameless States puts up a hand. And out of nothing, from a cloudless sky, from a light breeze that occasionally stirs up a flurry of sand, he draws forth a tornado and drops it carelessly on the center of the castle. His voice, when he calls out, is carried by his wind to the ears of his foe.
"Luca Blight! Don't mean to... get your wind up, but I've got an urgent message you just might want to hear."
What: The Prince of the Nameless States defends his people
Where: Outside Higheast
Warnings: Battle and violence
He had a distinct feeling he'd forgotten something.
Cryptically hinted at the possibility of his disappearance to Garviel, check. Quizzed Thomas about what he knew about Luca, check. Set up the right conditions to have more than a 0.1% chance at taking down the Mad Prince, check check check.
Perhaps he'd left the fire untended when he'd left the castle. Levin shrugs a little as he stands from his seat on the dune facing the former castle of L'Renouille. It was near nightfall. There was no special strategical reason for this, only that he is a bard and battles are always more dramatic at dusk or dawn. And for the sake of his people and his heritage, he is making many concessions today, but waking up at 5:00 isn't one of them.
The heir to the throne of the Nameless States puts up a hand. And out of nothing, from a cloudless sky, from a light breeze that occasionally stirs up a flurry of sand, he draws forth a tornado and drops it carelessly on the center of the castle. His voice, when he calls out, is carried by his wind to the ears of his foe.
"Luca Blight! Don't mean to... get your wind up, but I've got an urgent message you just might want to hear."