Dreamed Into Life

[Illianna]

"Good. Now lie still" I place one hand on his chest and sing an old prayer. A gold light fills the room and his injuries are healed.  "Tomorrow you will be accompanied buy some of our soilders to ensure your safety you will deliver the message to my father and return unharmed with his awnser. You work for me know you will be payed well and kept safe do well and you will be reworded."

[GamesMaster]

"He... he'll kill me!"

[Illianna]

"That's why I'm sending you with gards. I'm sending sir Arthur the valiant with you. He killed 40 men with his bare hands to save lady Areall. Never even drew his sword. Saw it with my own eyes. I'm not sending my emacidor to die."

[GamesMaster]

"Th-thank you, lady." He does seem relieved. 

[Illianna]

I move to the basket I brought with me and place a green tunic and hose on the table along with a plain woven belt. "The gourds will let you down once I've left so you can change and will escort you to your room. Once you return you will come to me and report directly."

[Ravna]

"I will NOT!" Ravna argues, slamming her hand down on the table. "This room is dismissed until you all recall whom you serve and why." 

She storms out of the room, then, almost bowling Illiana over in her rage-fuled march. "Wife. Walk with me, I would hear your news."

[Illianna]

I fall easily into stride with her. Feeling her frustration through our bond. "It went well. He's defected and will bare our message. You were right healing his wounds and threatening his life were enough to flip him. My father like broken diplomats and a trinket and some kindness worked well. He'll be a good go between."

[Ravna]

"Of course I was right. When it comes to your people I am always right. Your people are soft, weak-willed, easy to turn." 

[Illianna]

"That's what happens when you live under a tyrant" I say sadly "how was the war council?"

[Ravna]

"Frusturatnig," she growls. "And do not speak ill of tyranny. Tyranny works if your leader is strong enough."

[Illianna]

"Yes my tyrant" I tease playfully. "He leaves with gards tomorrow at dawn."

[Ravna]

"Good." She sighs. "I have to leave tomorrow as well. I have to do a journey to visit some of my people and gather their support for the raids on Castelia."

[Illianna]

"Will I be staying here or should I pack?" I ask gently

[Ravna]

"I need you to represent my interests at home. See if you can get the council to agree to fund the scale of war we require."

[Illianna]

"Leave me a list of what you need and what you want and I'll get everything I can."