4/30/2025, 5:57 PM
SKILL Orator 1/5
morwenna stood at the mouth of the cavern, where the stone breathed cold and old. her eyes— sharp, silver, unflinching — cut between the two men who had followed her here. two blades of different make, both dangerous, both loyal in their own quiet, unyielding way. she did not often gather, but when she did, it was for purpose.
tsukikage,she said, turning first to the dark wolf at her side, her voice smooth as black glass,
this is astier. we met upon the shore, and has not left since. his silence is not absence. it is watchfulness.her eyes turned, then, to the pale shadow beyond— astier— whose silver gaze held the calm of a blizzard yet to descend.
and you, astier,her words shifted like a draw of silk,
this is tsukikage. i have not met a more resolute sword.
she took a breath, letting it roll slow from her chest like smoke from a cooling forge. there was a regal tilt to her head, though not arrogant— a queen who earned her place not through claim, but through survival.
i will not rule alone,she said, and in the vaulted hush of the mountain’s ribs, her words carried with eerie precision.
and if evenspire is to rise again, i will need more than oaths. i will need men who see not just a queen— but a kingdom worth forging.
she stepped back then, gaze split between them, watching how storm and blade might meet.
so speak. or don’t. but know one another.