Unlikely Alliance

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TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Queen Nia

Balti was a large village just north of TonDC with a population of soldiers far greater than that of the smaller village. Constantly skirmishing with Azgeda, they were no strangers to fighting. However, this was a war. The Ice Nation was waging a fight against Polis and taking everything in its path. They had gone around the warrior village and sacked TonDC, leaving few, if any survivors there. Riders sent word, but that attack was practice. They needed to cut off any aid that Balti could have rallied before attacking the village. They didn't even have time to move their children to safety. The first attack happened at dusk and Niylah had fought alongside warriors far greater than herself. It had lasted hours and lives were lost on both sides. Pleading for a ceasefire, Niylah's father, the chief of Balti was escorted to the ice queen to negotiate. He knew that the village would fall... It could take hours, or days, but it would happen. Yet, he was slaughtered. His body returned to them by Azgeda riders that Niylah was quick to dispatch. Blood for blood. 

With her father gone... the village was hers. What was left, anyway. She'd been quick to make plans. She gathered enough volunteers to escort the wounded and the children away from the village and to a cave nearby, as she knew they had to be surrounded. Then she prepared to follow her fathers footsteps-- only not quite as blindly. Negotiating peace was the only option... It would be abandoning the coalition to negotiate with the enemy, but at times difficult decisions needed to be made. Lexa Kom Trikru was weak. Perhaps not intentionally, but her actions at the mountain had all her people disturbed and anxious; ready for a revolution. Especially those like Niylah who had lost loved ones to the reaping. Queen Nia's uprising was planned at a brilliant time... Betraying the fragile coalition was not nearly as frowned upon when the child commander behaved so cowardly. She brought with her three soldiers. They weren't particularly talented scouts, but they would protect her as she made her way to the Azgeda camp. As she approached, she raised her hand and dropped her blade into the dirt.

"I'm here to negotiate the terms of a ceasefire with your leader!" she called out loudly. Her guards were flanking her, armed and ready should she be attacked. "Be it your Queen or Chief! I demand an audience!" Despite her shaking hands and her worries, her voice was firm, loud and clear. She was ready for an arrow to the chest, with armor under her heavy clothing. Though, if they decided to kill her... there would be better ways. 

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[Queen Nia]

Everything I do is for Azgeda SHE'S GOING TO CATCH A COLD This was what Nia had been waiting for her entire life. The Queen of Azgeda had never favored Lexa. Not when she forced her hand to join this coalition when Nia had worked tirelessly to strengthen Azgeda to what it was. Not when she forced her to banish her only heir. Not when she forced everyone to flee the mountain without proper vengeance and justice for all those fallen. And not when she allowed a missile to fall on Tondc. Nia was far from naive. She knew her hatred toward the woman would be futile without proper support. And now, that was exactly what she worked for. Support, from the other clans who were of a similar mind. Well, most of them. Right now, she was finishing a war that had lasted far too long. She wished to crush Trikru, once and for all. And with it, claim the lands, its people . . . and then overthrow Lexa to add her secret Nightblood onto the throne. One that would easily win the conclave. Finally, all of Nia's plans were falling into place. Her years of patience -- or somewhat patience -- was finally paying off. The recent killing of the Chief brought with it new fears. They would take the next course of action, though Nia had to remain mindful of the people's loyalty. She would demand it; evoke fear from them . . . but it would take time. And time may not be something that they had. While skimming over a map, a voice broke her concentration as she looked at her tent opening, the flaps covering the entrance, yet the voice was clear. Just as was the agitation on the Queen's features. A woman, demanding an audience. Her warriors would already have her in their sights, so Nia remained unafraid. She stepped outside her tent, weapon at her side, but more importantly, warriors around her to maintain protection. Nia looked at the woman. She looked . . . unimpressive. But then, most everyone that was deemed her enemy looked as such. "You dare come to my camp and make demands?" She said, her tone unnerving. Not raised, but it held a strength. The same kind that could be followed by ruthless actions she was well known for. "I should have your tongue for uttering such insolence." The thought of cutting it out rather appealing. "But before I give in to temptation, speak now." She was not holding much patience toward this woman. "Out with it! You wear my patience thin, child." A term of mockery. For she looked young. FROM THE ICE INSIDE HER SOUL Template by Lachrymosa of Adoxography 2.0

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TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Queen Nia

The queen was as frightening as she'd imagined, with dark paint around her eyes and hostile scars framing her face. Her thick robes of fur were slate grey like arctic wolves and gave Niylah chills, but somehow she held her ground even as the queen threatened to take out her tongue. Her eyes were glued to her; unwavering as she searched for the words to say; to plead. Then she snapped; out with it. Niylah nearly choked before she spoke as she felt the presence of all the queen's guards and all the warriors around them. It was a crushing weight that made it that much more terrifying to speak. She was not a child-- but that was a bitter thought and an argument that would not win with such a woman. Niylah held her tongue before picking that fight. Instead she stayed focused.

"I am the daughter of the chief you murdered..." she said calmly as she looked over the others. "His second fell in battle and I am the chief of this village now." She swallowed any malice that seeped into her tone. Killing the queen of Azgeda would bring true justice, but Azgeda was a creature with so many heads. Cut one off, another sprouts. "We have both lost too many warriors in this fight... It needs to end. I don't know what happened when my father came here, but if whatever he offered was not enough to persuade you to end this then please tell me what I can do." She couldn't help the note of desperation in her tone-- desperate for her to understand.

"I know that Azgeda is marching on Polis; that Trikru is the Commander's clan, but we are not her. We are not Lexa... Most of our support fell the moment she broke our laws and fled from Mount Weather like a coward," now, her voice was firm and harsh-- needing to get that point across. "I am not willing to let my people fall defending a Commander who is unwilling to defend us. So please... If you will not just leave us alone, let us be allies... We still have warriors willing to fight a just cause." she could sense the strain of the warriors who had escorted her. They didn't want to admit to treasonous thoughts. They weren't cowards for feeling that way... but right now Niylah was thinking for her people. The ones who did not get any vengeance for the reaping and anyone Lexa had wronged... The child commander's time had come to an end and Niylah knew she could fight and die for her, or move forward.

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