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Post by ash on Oct 12, 2016 15:24:59 GMT
"You're the only one I trust." Or trusted. He wasn't sure if he still could. People changed. Everyone changed and he was sure he had changed, too. Banishment easily changed people. In many ways he was very disillusioned. He knew what the loyalty of his mother looked like. He knew that she was a queen first, but now he knew that his own mother had no problems throwing him out to remain the queen undisputed. That was not only a wake up call to him, he reevaluated more than that. But Ontari had always been true in one form or another. That he could appreciate.
"You are close to my mother." He pointed out. And that was the one reason why he thought she could help more than anyone else. She was close to his mother. She could pull it off. "All we have to do is, to convince her, that me being banished or not makes no difference to my mother. And we both know it doesn't. Lexa would see you only as close to mother. Other than that..." Other than that her role should not be revealed, because if the commander knew, nobody knew what she would do to her. He expected the worst, not only from Lexa.
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Post by ash on Oct 11, 2016 17:25:59 GMT
"Those are exactly the reason why you need to be yourself once in a while." He pointed out. As the one who was so clearly older, Roan knew a thing or two about that. "Being someone else all the time just doesn't work." And he tried. He had to. There were so many people around him, expecting something when he was still the Prince. He hated being forced to be someone he was not. But it was his job, his role. Over the time he learned to separate his role from his personality. The kid might not be there yet. Or he was and Roan had not realized it yet. It didn't matter. At least he would get a better room. It was the least she could do for her betrayal. She had promised to let him go home. Granted, his mother might have ruined it in parts.
"Yes, I have." Roan admitted. "It has been like that my entire childhood." He admitted. "It was always me carrying out what my mother - and others expected. I was to be a prince, to fullfill a role and not move from that." But he had moved from that. Especially in his banishment. He mentally detached from his mother, but he still missed his people, his home. That was so far from him again. He was, once more, a stranger in enemies land - and he would be that until he left the lands of the 12 clans again. He had to. "That and my banishment taught me, that the role you fill is never who you really are. It's who you have to be, but you can't loose who you are. It would weaken you in a way, that commanders might never understand: Commanders don't live long enough to experience it."
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Post by ash on Oct 11, 2016 16:30:49 GMT
Roan grinned. It was clear she had much more experience at this than he could ever hope to have. The formality with Azgeda was, that he didn't have much of a pick. Neither did he want any pick. He did not want to have the choice for a wife. The future in that case was rather far from his mind and he wanted it to stay there. He didn't care for the future beyond the near future - at least in his personal life. For Azgeda he tried to plan. He had to. His people deserved a future - as much as it was possible in a world that was full of war and pain and not really full of kindness.
Following her slowly he grinned. There weren't many people around, but given Skaikrus history with his people, he was sure nobody would expect them to get intimate. Sure, he knew Wanheda and her friend had been intimate with grounders, but the general consensus here was caution and it was a good one. Roan supported it with all his heart because he knew he needed to be cautious of them just as much. Too many people were killed by Arkadia for him to ignore the potential they had.
Once in her apartment he smiled once more. It was small, but very personal, using up all the space she had and making it hers. He wondered if he would get time to explore, to get to know her through her choices of decoration. But he would leave it to her to grant him permission. This was her personal space after all. "Quite the sweet apartment you have!"
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Post by ash on Sept 27, 2016 16:35:28 GMT
The man was right. A common enemy fought, Skaikru having saved all of them from this fate was a good ground to start on. And on top of that Roan knew for a fact good people were out there. it was just the work they would have to put into this that would make peace hard to achieve. Yet it might just be worth fighting for. "I believe you are one of those people." he had only seen a glimpse of who this Jackson was, but in this case a glimpse might just be enough. Sometimes that revealed more than years could.
"If the people stuck together and thought for a moment, they would realize that we could all cohabitate and all get something out of it. Azgeda can easily provide protection from harsh winters and durable food. Your medicinal knowledge and the likes is valuable. It could all be so easy." And yet they made it hard. "In the end when my people destroyed Mount Weather, we destroyed something that might have benefitted us in the long run. We just chose to be short sighted once more.
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Post by ash on Sept 27, 2016 16:03:13 GMT
"You shall have your audience with her." Roan agreed to what she had hinted to. But he was surprised she still expected to be welcomed like the highest member of trikru. She wasn't. For Lexa his mother would have no choice but to welcome her herself. For this girl her son welcoming her was already a big sign to show her willingness to talk to her to begin with. There was no love lost between their people after all. "But having an audience with queen Nia does not equal her welcoming you. That honor would only befall to your mistress, Lexa herself. You have to make due with the prince.
"Who knows what lingers in the woods?" Roan pointed out. "My mother is experienced in war, do not underestimate her tricks. Someone coming alone does not mean we are not on the brink of war. Do you know who tends to come alone, backed from the distance? Assassins. Another reason why it's me welcoming you, not my mother. You will see her as soon as we know you are no threat to her." Not that he really cared about that.
"Lasting peace? Excuse me, have you met my mother?" It slipped. It honestly slipped, but he wouldn't apologize for that. "I believe peace with her can only happen if she had a major role in the coalition.
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Post by ash on Sept 27, 2016 15:29:02 GMT
She fell to her knees. That was something he had not experienced yet and never even thought he would once experience in his life. He didn't want to. Kneeling was part of showing ones submission, not respect. He wanted and needed respect. If he wanted to lead Azgeda into prosperity, he needed respect not fear. So he reached for the girls arm, hand, whatever she would offer him. He didn't actually touched her, just let his hand hang in the air, an unmistakable offer. "None of that, please. I'm the king, not a god." Not the commander either. He was just as human as she was.
And just as human as the lowlife ready to attack her. He was obviously not around when Lexa had killed his mother. Roan was surprised, really. Everyone had seen it, but this one. He waited. He let the man talk first, watched the girl, watched her reaction closely. Then, without warning his hand shot out, holding him in a strong grip. "Let it go:" He demanded. He had to defend the girl. Anyone could end in poverty he knew. "Take your things and let it go." His things weren't lost after all. They were with her. Roan would not let him go against one of his people, formerly banished or not.
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Post by ash on Sept 21, 2016 16:55:35 GMT
He doubted she had any ideas of the wonders of the ground he had just mentioned. But he would not take the surprise. He wanted to see it on her face. He wanted to see her fascination and know she would tell all the others about it once she returned and return she would. He was determined to make sure of it. "It's not the amount of clothes you wear that does the trick." Roan admitted. "It's what kind of clothes." It was simple, really. He had no idea why it worked the way it worked, but it did and so he had no reason to question it. "A simple shirt and some fur coat will probably already do. It's not so different from what you wear now. And thick boots of course. Besides the insides are always properly heated. We always have fires." Long lasting due to animal oils mostly.
"It takes some getting used to, I assume. But that, too, could help your people. The last winter was surprisingly mild. But there are harsh ones. The ground can be covered in ice for months, even down south where skaikru settled - Arkadia." That would be a challenge for them, but not impossible to survive either. They just needed the right people around them. But he knew they would trust her more than them. It would probably take generations for the pain of mount weather to pass. And he couldn't blame them. "You'll see there is very comfortable fur. You just need to know where to find it."
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Post by ash on Sept 21, 2016 16:26:29 GMT
He roamed the city. All of this was still a lot to take in. But he had been willing to help. It all happened differently than expected, but he would not back down. He had a duty now, one he wanted to take as seriously as he could. He wanted to be a good leader for his people, but he was aware of the hardship that came with it. Roan roamed Polis the first day of his freedom. he enjoyed the breeze, the knowledge that nobody could put him into shackles anymore. And nobody can cast a king out of his kingdom. It was on the market that he noticed the thieves. He was almost willing to give them something when he noticed more than that. Scars. Artful scares adorning one of them. The kind of scars Azgeda would have.
Once Roan would have given anything for someone, a friendly face, to help him. With food or a chance to come back to Azgeda. He didn't even necessarily want to be prince again or become king. He just wanted a home. Roan had fought for that for so long now. He had to try and pay back something he was never given in the first place. Who would take him back? He took a bit of food from one of the stalls and approach the female. He held out the food first, smiling at her. "Whatever cast you out of Azgeda, you can come home."
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Post by ash on Sept 21, 2016 16:03:32 GMT
Natblida. He recognized it by the the way the kid held himself. He had a certain pride and modesty on him, that only kids destined for greatness, prepared for great loss, could hold. It showed in the way he tried to make himself taller, taller than he needed to hold himself. He was not an imposing figure, but Roan was not a simple brute. He had a brain. He knew not to mess with those kids. They were the future commander. If his mothers plan did not come to pass. He knew better than to antagonize them, if he could help them. What happened caused him to not exactly be on his mothers side anymore. He knew, if he played his cards right, he could go home and home certainly didn't necessarily mean go back to his mother where she could control him.
Roan nodded to the kid. He had no idea why to follow him, then again he knew better to not do it. Roan didn't know if it was kindness or if he truly meant to execute him - he was on banished grounds, on Lexas orders, yes, but she had been flippant enough for worse before. Everyone knew as much. Roan wasn't willing to openly play with this fire. "You know a bit of information would help." But his expression softened. The way he held himself reminded Roan of a young prince having to do the same. It had been expected of him. "You don't need that around me." He began, softly. "I know all about making yourself taller to meet the expectations. You meet them, just by being yourself. Don't let anyone tell you differently. Your power and greatness will come from within."
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Post by ash on Sept 13, 2016 17:51:03 GMT
Banishment he caused himself? Was that the story they told here? He shouldn't be surprised. He had grown up here after all and that, was just like Azgeda would react to the news of the banishment of a prince. Of course it would have to be his own fault. But Roan knew better by now. It wasn't all as black and white as it seemed. A lot of politics were involved, politics which hung like a sword of damocles above him, threatening his demise if he did not behave according to the rules set by two people. He couldn't even be here, technically.
"Lexa has started it. It wasn't unclever, either. Banish the heir to control a queen." He would have guessed his mother would have thought of the same tactic, had she needed it. In the end, he was the one that suffered from it. And she was the one that could help him. "Which is why I am here. I need your help to get Lexa to let me go back." It was the best chance he had to trust Ontari. He didn't think more had to be done. There were but few obstacles and he was sure with Ontaris mind and her help, they could be overcome - even if it meant making his family defy her. But they had defied her before. "I came to you because you are the only person I know who might be able to do this with me. Who can sway Lexas decision into letting me come back." Or start rolling the stone that might end up in him returning.
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Post by ash on Sept 13, 2016 17:09:30 GMT
Leaving was a good idea. He nodded at her suggestion, but he made sure not to walk without here. There was much to be explained and much to be discussed. She was only a representative of her people, but she was there for a very good reason. "Well, you know there is no love lost between out people at the moment. I had to bring someone who can handle themselves." And that someone was one being able to fight on top of being open and protective enough to do everything they could in order to better their peoples position.
"The ride will be long." He said as he reached the horses. "I hope you are not afraid of horses." If not he could take her on one of the horses, that was used to following others. It would give her some independence and dignity while riding into Azgeda. "We will have to update your clothing, too. That is not fit for the climate up in the north where Azgeda is. In the most northern parts, we always need fires in our huts just so we don't freeze to death at night - and a night can last for half a year there - as well as a day. I don't know what they taught you in the sky, sky girl, but you will encounter some wonders of the ground."
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Post by ash on Sept 13, 2016 15:51:35 GMT
In his banishment Roan had learned of some of those creatures, sometimes the easy, sometimes the hard way. But he knew enough, to get an idea which kind of those beasts this could be. With the length there really only were two options left. One of them could be found where Florkru lives. It would have to be in a dire need of nourishment for a beast like that to come all the way to this area just for that - which would explain an attack. "For the other likely option we would need a boat, but I think Echo is right. It's most likely the herb in the cliffs." Those were living around here - and could become aggressive under some circumstances - all of which he forgot. It wasn't important now. What was important was that one of them had become aggressive. He listened to the suggestion to split up and finally Echos. As they might be the only two who knew the herb and what the poison could do, it was not far from ones mind to split up. One of them had to stay with the healer. The other should go with their leader.
"Good idea." He agreed with Echos suggestion of him staying back - even if he had been just her king, he listened to reason and her idea was the best option. She was lighter, she was skilled, she was the better option to go with them, so he was better to stay back. Their leader and scout could handle themselves, too, but a wounded might need a guard. "Be careful." He said to his friend once more. "I'll keep him alive as long as I can."
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Post by ash on Sept 11, 2016 9:58:19 GMT
Roan laughed at her suggestion. It was almost sweet that she thought she could still teach this old dog new tricks. It was not like he needed them. He was the king and in many cases going straight to the point o f things was the way to go for him. It was easier because he wanted things to be clear. He wanted his partner to know what she was getting into and that only worked if he was honest and in his case blunt. Flirting was, in many ways just a waste of time. And for some reason, now that the ice was broken, he felt like it might be a bit of a waste of time with his beautiful current companion – Harper. Roan all but hobbled a little forward, a little closer, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her soft, beautiful skin. He itched to touch it, to see if it was as beautiful as he suspected it would be.
“More than humor, you say?” He asked, smirking suggestively at her. That was when he appreciated how blunt he was with things like that. He needed to be blunt in those cases, to make it clear. Anything else could be misinterpreted. “If that entertainment would include both of us naked, maybe.” He suggested. “You are a beautiful, clever woman, Harper. Gorgeous and strong. You must know what a strong woman can do to a man who values strength.” God thinking about it, he wanted to see her come undone. And he hadn’t even had those thoughts about her long. “What do you say? A bit of unconditional, no consequences fun?”
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Post by ash on Sept 7, 2016 18:36:56 GMT
Roan was out, hunting with other men of Azgeda. They needed food through the harsh months that were to follow in the north as days grew shorter, eventually disappearing in the most northern territories of Azgeda. Roan secretly loved the endless night. As a child other kids were scared of the dark, but for him it held comfort. Anything could lurk out there, even something he missed so dearly when growing up. He still held a soft spot for the long night and tried to go north whenever he could.
Today they were preparing for a long winter in Azgeda. Roan was carrying rabbits into the hall, when he spied Ontari. Over the time they had formed some form of bond. Given that they were to marry, it was almost a soft relationship - and he certainly was growing soft towards her. And he didn't intend to hide it. Still carrying the rabbits, he moved to her. "Ontari." He said. He'd touch her, did he not carry the rabbits. "Are you okay? You look..." In a certain way different.
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Post by ash on Sept 5, 2016 15:51:40 GMT
In his time banished from his own people, from the lands of the twelve clans technically, Roan had learned to sleep with one eye open -figuratively. He had learned to react to certain noises in his surroundings that would be a clear indication of a form of danger. It could be anything. Roan, even if not meant to lookout, was not really resting. Danger could be anywhere and even though some skaikru, one of them among this team, were more experienced than other, he knew nothing could beat years of experiences at survival. It wasn't their lack of will or talent, simply lack of time spend on the ground. It made them vulnerable to what nature had in store for them.
Roan shot up from his position leaned against a tree the moment he heard shouting. A wince was heard, barely audible, but still there, as healing wounds were still sensible to weather or fast movements. It would pass with time, but that time he had not been given yet. He rushed over the tend, looking the scene over. The wound, as far as he could see, could only be created by a certain, scaly kind of beats, one he didn't particularly liked, for reasons, that the medic of the team seemed to display already: Some kinds of it were venomous, from extremely to just annoying. This one, if he was lucky, could be survived, if not, he could potentially be a goner.
Roan stayed stoically calm as Echo sprung into action. There was no reason for more commotion when all he could add in that moment, was hectic, lack of space and a potential hindrance in the attempt to save the mans life and most importantly, not acquire what Echo asked for with enough ease to properly help.
"What did the beast look like?" He asked. Any form of recognition really, might help them to narrow down what kind of venom, what kind of beast and potentially what kind of antidote - if there was one - they could be dealing with. "Someone did see something of it? Color?" At least that, they could give the size a good guess at least. And that alone would not propose good news for the man. "There are antidotes for several of those beasts venoms." The more they knew about the beast, the more likely they would be able to find the right one though.
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