castlenim | I saw rise in the heat settle soft and as pure as snow

I saw rise in the heat settle soft and as pure as snow

[This, honestly, took a lot of work. More work than some of the battleplans, but admittedly the machinations of the Victorian nobles are predictable. The only thing Talulah knows about the northern territories is what she's gleaned from her father's journals.

Edward Artorius apparently had a decent enough relationship with the ruler when he'd been alive, and since the wendigo race of Sarkaz live for a very, very long time, perhaps any goodwill towards her parent might be extended to her.

She has also gleaned the northerners are not unreasonable; they've crossed paths during various skirmishes at the border, and they ignore all rebel forces once their own task is complete. Talulah has made it very clear no one from her side is to engage with any other party that isn't either obviously Victorian, or strikes first, and it seems the courtesy is returned.

That said, isolationist policy is hard to overcome, and what she's asking isn't a mere favor. To be embroiled in civil war in another country is an idea most people would scoff at, but...the north has undoubtedly seen the writing on the wall for what will transpire after the dust settles. Victoria's appetite is ever unsatiable.

The Gaulish castle she walks through is a testament to that. It's nothing but ruins now, good for little else besides neutral territory. She's brought two members of the rebels with her, two with a calm rationality suited to negotiations. She'd be fine going in alone, but, well...if Talulah saw another group's leader sitting all alone during a meeting that was meant to be a peaceful talk, she'd think there was an ambush waiting.

Still, no matter how rational one is, curiosity tends to win out, and she can hear her escort party gossiping even behind their masks. They're wondering if the northern princess is as beautiful and strong as the rumors say. If she's half as strong as that Cautus she'd seen once during a border skirmish, then her alliance would be more than a boon.

By her estimation, the meeting time is near, so she supposes she'll find out soon enough.]

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[Talulah almost pitches forward when the Knight stops resisting her and moves to intercept Yelena's arts instead. For such an enormous thing made out of armor, it moves with shocking speed.

Cursing under her breath, Talulah sends another blast of arts towards the king's corpse on the throne, but that too is deflected. Maybe as an arts construct or whatever it is, it doesn't need to actually move the same way something of its stature normally would, but Talulah doesn't have much more time to think when she has to send another burst of arts at the golden lion leaping at her.]

Shit--is there a way to slow that thing down?

I'm trying!

[ no one here was expecting a fight when they walked through the door, and Yelena's not sure how long they can hold out against a surprise attack. she channels a staggering amount of force into her next cast, a wave of ice shaped like a crescent moon sweeping out from where she stands in front of the rebels. except for the safe spot just behind Yelena, the enter floor of the throne room is frozen, theoretically pinning anyone in the blast zone where they stand.

given the situation, she can't really aim around Talulah, but she should be able to free herself quickly with her arts. ]

[Talulah can't escape the sudden wave of cold, and also doesn't have a cocoon of heat to stave it off as she usually does when she's expecting to fight against or with Yelena.

She does manage to escape, melting the ice in a surge of swirling fire after being briefly enveloped, but her breath still comes out in a cloud even with her arts. She definitely wants to snap that more of a warning would be nice next time, but letting the opportunity Yelena attempted to give her go would be a total waste.

From the beginning, she's noticed that the Steam Knight and that ethereal lion seem more interested in protecting the corpse than they do in outright attacking. That gives her an idea, but it's not exactly a safe one.]

...I'm going to try something. If it doesn't work, be ready.

[ Yelena's attack had its desired effect. the phantoms react to her ice as if they were real, stuck in place when their feet are frozen to the ground, but it also draws their attention toward her. the engines on the hulking knight roar as its legs begin to crack the ice restraining it, one of its arm rising up to point a giant rocket squarely where Yelena's positioned. ]

Just do it! I can bring the roof down if it comes to that.

[ if the ghosts insist on taking their precious throne with them, Yelena will gladly forfeit a symbolic victory for the lives of Talulah and their companions. ]

[Well, the crux of Talulah's plan isn't something that's risk-free, and the casualty won't necessarily be the throne. Which Yelena can probably pick up on as Talulah finally acts.

She wreathes her sword in flames, a concentrated inferno that grows so large the burnig crackle of it is audible, and it's melting the ice beneath her feet. All that power focused in one single spot...before she tosses the blade towards the throne, where it sticks in the ground nearby. It's inelegant, but it doesn't have to be pretty, or even accurate. It just has to be enough of a beacon, enough of a threat, that the Knight and the lion turn their attention to it, leaving an opportunity for Talulah to slip behind them.

The window is narrow. She already has her arts gathering on her hands as she darts up the dias while the other two are occupied, aiming her real attack at near point-blank range at the corpse. She hopes that if the body or the arts connection to it are destroyed, the other two will vanish as well. If not, she's left wide open for a counterattack.

Not really the ideal tactical maneuver for a fresh royal, but when Talulah is running on instinct, that's not really at the forefront of her mind.]

[ Yelena had expected risky, not Talulah literally disarming herself for a distraction. the sword cracks the floor, buried deep enough to prevent Talulah from retrieving it easily, but it distracts the kings guard like they need it to.

she doesn't see what happens to the corpse, or illusion, or whatever it is up there on Victoria's throne. the light of Talulah's flames reflects off marble, glowing like a miniature sun trapped inside the palace, bright enough to burn FrostNova's eyes as she rushes forward on the offensive.

a sword of ice explodes into her empty hand, poised to bury itself between the great lion's ribs if it doesn't manage to dodge her in time. Yelena's arm thrusts out, and her strike would've hit true, but her ice never connects. gold shimmers through the air where the imposing figure once stood, the steam knight gone with it, while the empty throne of Victoria burns like a pyre beneath Talulah's arts. ]

[Talulah's not sure what that thing on the throne had been, either. That voice in her head from before still boomed, telling her Victoria will never belong to a theiving Draco pretender, that her bloodline is cursed, and more she's heard a hundred times before.

Whether a mere corpse or an illusion or a ghost, it burned all the same.

She's still breathing hard from adrenaline and exertion by the time her flames have died down to something more closely resembling a campfire. This whole situation is not going to be easy to explain to anyone else, but that can wait until after she turns around to asses the situation.]

Is everyone all right?

[ beleaguered shouts affirming their status go up from the back of the room, the rebels all safely ensconced in the ice walls Yelena had thrown up to protect them. Yelena herself is momentarily stunned, yet another sudden change in their circumstances leaving her at a loss. the room is eerily silent again, save for the crackle of burning wood at the top of stairs.

the sight of the burning throne is what finally prompts her to action again. she did say a few moments ago she'd happily destroy everything in the room to survive, but with their ghostly attackers gone, the greater scope of their situation returns to her thoughts. with a gust of cold air, a pile of snow is unceremoniously dumped at the top of the staircase, smothering the fire. ]

I'm fine. You?

[Talulah's silent for a long stretch, staring at the snow melting over the throne in contemplation. After another moment, she blinks, turning towards Yelena's voice and finally answering.]

...yes. I'm okay.

[She glances back at the charred remains again. It's obvious the dukes left the body here, but had they also been responsible for everything else?]

Although I'm not entirely sure what just happened.

[ it's obvious there's more going on that Talulah isn't voicing, and Yelena sullenly wishes they'd entered the room alone. at least that way she could inquire further without drawing the rebels attention, or offer Talulah a stronger gesture of comfort. for now she settles on reaching out to briefly clasp her arm, dropping her hand after a few seconds of contact to dissuade the curious eyes behind them from thinking too deeply on it. ]

Should we check the room over? There have to be other exits. If the caster was nearby we might be able to catch them.

[Even though the contact is brief and slight so the others with them in the room don't get the wrong idea, Talulah still appreciates it, and smiles slightly.]

Yeah. Or at the very least, we should take a look around to make sure there aren't any other traps.

[She's not expecting the corpse of a former king anywhere else, but considering everyone thought this place didn't need much caution when exploring it since it had been abandoned for years...it's best not to take any chances.

Talulah alights from the dias and looks towards the back of the room, seeing a door set hidden away in one of the corners.]

Let's start there.

[ it's futile to wish they were here alone, and worse than that, reckless. without the other fighters here things might've gone differently, the summoned creatures attention only split two ways, and if something had gone wrong, they'd have no one to carry a report back to their forces.

she and Talulah won't have many chances be truly alone with each other going forward. that might be for the best— the lingering warmth on her palm reminds her of their greeting back in the outer halls, and she feels her heart jump to her throat when she tries to swallow the memory down. ]

You two, with us. [ she points out an Ursan solider who knows some healing arts and one of the rebels who only flinched when the specter of the king appeared. ]

We'll see if the caster left a trail for us. The rest of you, get this door open and get the message out; there are hostiles in the palace.

And mention to those patrolling around this area to watch the palace’s perimeter. They should make note of anyone who’s not obviously an ally leaving.

[If the mage escaped via secret exit, they’ll be seen by either the groups above or below ground. It would be troublesome to hunt that person down after the fact, but it’s better than having nothing to go off of.

After everyone moves to handle their orders, Talulah makes her way across the throne room to the door in the recess. It’s unlocked, and she nudges it open with the hilt of her sword that she’s holding onto out of an abundance of caution. It swings open to what appears to be an ordinary room, likely a place for the staff to prepare for various things, but since there are no one and nothing immediately hostile, she instead looks for clues that someone had been there recently.]

There are trails in the dust on the floor…but they’re pretty indistinct.

[ when Yelena enters the room, she doesn't immediately go looking for signs of recent life. instead, she begins to circle the room clockwise, one hand trailing along the wall. ]

Most palaces this old will have escape routes near important sites. A way to make fast exit in case there's an assassination attempt, or a coup.

[ the side-rooms for ceremonial preparations off the grand throne room of Ursus has its own set of secret passages. based on the information Alexandrina had given her, FrostNova knows the Aslans had something similar.

a faded tapestry hangs on the wall to left of the door, and Yelena pulls it down without much fanfare. it appears unremarkable at first glance, but when Yelena leans in to inspect it further, she feels the faintest flow of air against her cheek. ]

It's behind here.

So there has to be a switch, too.

[Something not immediately obvious, but not so out of the way that the royal family and their retainers fleeing in a panic would waste time trying to activate.

Which means the person they're chasing is quite familiar with the palace and what had been placed inside, which ultimately pointed to the Dukes. Caster, maybe?

But her speculation is just that, things to occupy her mind briefly while she tries to observe the entirety of the room at once and see what's out of place.]

Ah. That's probably it.

[There's a part on the opposite wall that looks damaged, but there are no hairline cracks or other flaws in the stone surrounding it. Talulah moves to press her palm against it, and with enough force, it sinks into the wall. There's a loud click, followed by a soft rumble, and the wall Yelena's in front of starts to move.]

[ FrostNova peers into the dark as the hidden passageway reveals itself, a gust of cold air hitting her face once the door is entirely open. there's a short stretch of hallway that quickly veers down into a staircase— maybe a path to the tunnels that Vina Victoria made her aware of only a few short days ago.

the dust lining the floor appears disturbed, though Yelena can't immediately tell how long ago that happened. ]

Do you want me to go first? My arts are better for defense if something comes at us.

[Talulah tries her best to hide her immediate reaction of reluctance and distaste to that suggestion. Logically, it does make sense. Yelena knows her capabilities best, and the target does seem to be squarely on Talulah's own back, but it doesn't feel good or right to have Yelena take point after the ecstatic relief she felt when seeing the other safe and sound earlier.

But, really, the moment she crossed the threshold into this place is the moment she should stop considering going along with emotions like that.]

...yes. Go ahead.

[It chafes a little to be safely cushioned on all sides, but, she gives another order before following after Yelena's lead.]

You two can take up the rear.

[ it's smart of Talulah to keep those misgivings contained, because if she let Yelena know her first thought was about how she needed anyone's protection, it would quickly spiral into another argument. she still clocks the brief look of displeasure on Talulah's face, but attributes it to the general situation of a mysterious enemy appearing at the last minute to try and refute her claim. ]

All right. I want to catch whoever's behind this, but if I'm moving too quickly, say something.

[ she fishes out a small clip-on light from one her pockets and attaches it to her jacket, flicking it on before she begins their descent down the stairs, moving at a clipped pace. ]

[Talulah would have preferred they're both in the same lead position, but that would be asking for problems in such a cramped and dark space.

She keeps pace as they go down the hallway, checking behind her every once in a while that the other two are still following. She uses her own arts flickering at her fingertips to both add more light and to have a weapon at the ready. Her sword isn't the most elegant solution if there's a fight in a narrow hallway.

Yelena's not entirely wrong, though. Talulah is frustrated about this new and sudden obstacle, especially since their opponent seems to have such an upper hand and now a head start. They likely know the layout of the tunnel better, too.

Which brings something to mind, and Talulah lowers her voice so it doesn't carry further down the passage.]

Sometimes these things have false forks. If we want to catch this person, we'll likely have to split up or choose, and maybe guess wrong.

[And better to decide on a plan before they run into one.]

[ FrostNova slows her pace when she hears Talulah begin to speak, ears swiveling as she considers their options. while she'd like to end this whole ordeal here and now, she knows they don't have the luxury of playing reckless. ]

I think we have to choose and make peace with the gamble. We're both too valuable as hostages to take risks right now, and splitting up will make us easier to pick off.

[ she doesn't say it outright, but Yelena's thought process is almost childishly straightforward. as long and she and Talulah stay together, she knows they'll be able to fight their way out of whatever the mystery caster could throw at them. more than that, something in her gut tells her this late addition to the battle for Victoria wants Talulah alone, angling for a chance to isolate her and shake her convictions. ]

I agree.

[The straightforward way of thinking does seem to be the only option when it's so obvious that whoever this is seems intent on Talulah. That show back in the throne room couldn't be for anyone else. Splitting up would mean they fall right into their opponent's hands.

Of course, when Talulah spots something bright white zip just out of sight at the end of the hall, she thinks that perhaps it's an inescapable situation.]

...or this is a trap we have to spring.

[ Yelena steels herself as she sees a flutter of white just beyond them, knowing with certainty that they're walking onto a stage the culprit's prepared for a show. ]

Stay close, we don't want to get separated.

[ she calls back to the companions bringing up the rear, pressing forward once she hears an affirmative. they reach the turn and start descending down again, the incline steep, leading them deep under the foundation of the palace. ]

[Talulah's not very happy about it, but they don't really have another choice besides playing along. The only other option is to turn around and go back up, leaving this unknown to do whatever they want in the bowels of the palace.

She tenses when she feels the descent even out into a landing, knowing there's likely a room where their mysterious opponent lies. What she does not expect to see when they do enter the chamber at the end of the shorter corridor is a...young girl? She's dressed all in white, and her race is not one Talulah is immediately familiar with.

Ah, it's you. She speaks as though she's not concerned at all that the group she's facing could do her harm. Talulah's free hand touches the hilt of her sword instinctively; she has room to wield it here. You're rather determined for a pretender...and for someone who ultimately didn't really need to be concerned with all of this.]

Who are you?

[ Yelena keeps her position in front of Talulah as they reach their target, sizing up the girl who clearly isn't what she seems. ]

I'm not here to argue about who's got the best claim right now. Are you with the dukes? Attacking us after a surrender means you've forfeited your right to pass through here freely.

[ every solider in Ursus knows disobeying the rules of warfare means surrendering your fate to your commander. exceptions can be made for civilians, but this girl didn't waste any time coming out and making it obvious that she's connected to the morbid display in the throne room. ]

[No. The dukes knew of the body, but they don't know of me, in truth. The most accurate way to put it is that I am with Victoria.]

That didn't answer my question. Who are you? And what do you want with all of this?

[Talulah tenses lightly when the other's attention shifts back to her.

I go by many names. This nation's "Sentinel", a fairy...you can refer to me as Clovisia, though. As for what I want, it has been as it ever was: to fulfill the desires of the people on this land. Including denying the Dracos the throne.

Her hand tightens further on the hilt of her sword, posture shifting as she readies for a fight that the words seem a prelude to, but the young girl keeps speaking.

However...it can be said that the people of this place no longer desire that outcome. So, daughter of the Red Dragon, would you like to make a deal as those before you have done?]

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