Protector of her People

An ancient order of women sworn to find the truth no matter how hard people may try to hide it, and if a Seeker should arise, to protect him with their life.

[confesssxr]

my darling confessor now has her own blog right here. ^.^

[midnighthunters-deactivated2024]

The First of Many

[midnighthunters-deactivated2024]

Lara had always been confident. She had to be in order to be in her position. She was second to royalty of her people, and that meant that no matter what, she would either die from a long life, living comfortably, or die in battle. Both were just as good in her eyes. Though honestly, that may have changed since a recent person came into her life.

Her strength and her determination made Kahlan all the more beautiful. She couldn’t wait to truly see the other woman in battle. Though for now that’d have to wait. It was time to go do the political thing.

Lara rode her beautiful white war horse, Galleon, to the middle of the field. Three people from the other side riding their own horses over. She could only guess their ranks, doubting that the leaders of the army would be here. Her own king wanted to be here, but had accepted Lara’s stance that he stay back with the second half of their army. He was needed more than her, should today be a loss.

“Turn back now!” Lara demanded. “Or you and your army will perish this day.” She wanted to say more, but felt that it wasn’t her place, as this was truly Kahlan’s land. It was only her land by their companionship, but it truly belonged to the Confessor. Still, her smirk of pride and confidence stayed on her face. She would never show any sign of weakness to her enemies.

[confesssxr]

Nick keeps paces with the other woman’s horse as they ride out, his hooves sounding against the ground a rhythmic beating that her heart seems to follow. They are flanked by a few guards, though she knows that those men would do little to stop an attack that was directed at taking them both out. But she says nothing, knowing it is the men’s duty and they will do it no matter her protests. 

The white dress of the Confessor flows about her, draped over Nick’s rump, and she knows it makes her more of a target, but it also stands as a symbol to her people. She is the Mother Confessor, but she is also a warrior, a defender, and to her enemies, it signals the same. 

Blue eyes flick to Lara as she speaks, her voice booming in a way that Kahlan’s never will - though no one would mistake her for soft-spoken. Lara doesn’t know these men, haven’t seen what they have done to the Midlands, but Kahlan knows there is no reasoning with them. The Imperial Order will not stop their advance, which is why Lara and her people had agreed to join with them, for if the Midlands fell, they would soon be next. 

She needs not glance over at the woman again, but Kahlan can’t help herself. This is not just any woman, but her wife, and while it’s not easy to forget that, their marriage is not traditional. Or--in fact, maybe it is. A marriage born of need, though slowly Kahlan is beginning to build respect for the woman, and perhaps more. 

Eyes turn back to the men in front of them, hard once more. “The Midlands will not fall to you, will not be crushed. There will be no mercy for those to take another step towards our land.” Her voice is calmer than Lara’s, somehow even more threatening. 

[midnighthunters-deactivated2024]

The First of Many

This was it. Lara looked out over the plains as she sat atop her horse, seeing the large army that almost doubled her and Kahlan’s own. It was the first battle they would be seeing in this war, and Lara knew it wouldn’t be the last. Still even with their numbers smaller, she was confident that today would be a win. After all, each of her own had learned to fight at least three at a time.

The blond warrior looked to her left where Kahlan stood next to her, her eyes looking ahead, and there was no mistaking her beauty on the battlefield. Not only was she a good politician, she was willing to lead her own into battle. The more she was married to this woman, the more she realized just how worthy of a wife she truly was. Any warrior, especially a War General as herself, was truly honored to call her their companion.

Looking back she made eye contact with several of her warriors, the odd mixture of the two forces actually looking like they belonged. This had been why she’d married Kahlan in the first place, to help the Confessor’s ranks that had just been through another war not too long ago. Many a seasoned soldier stood at the ready, and she couldn’t think of a better army to have behind her now.

Turning back to her wife, Lara smirked. “Are you ready?” She moved forward slightly with her horse, ready to go meet with the other leaders in the middle of the battle field. It might be war, but there was still an honor to uphold. Though there was more in her that wanted to fight, and hunt, and kill, then a simple warrior’s need.

The wolf that she now was, seemed to be on the surface. Clawing to break free. However unlike before when she had been trying to fight it, causing herself to ache and be in pain, she now accepted it, and the feeling just drove her on.

[confesssxr]

Close to eight hundred men. That’s what together, their lands had provided. Not all of them stand behind them now, but instead close to half. Some remain behind to guard Aydrindril, and some simply remain because Kahlan knew - should this battle end badly - they would need those men in days to come. 

Lara seems confident, however. Though Kahlan isn’t sure if that is because she knows her men well, or if the confidence is just a personal trait. She knows the woman has seen battle before, quite probably more than Kahlan. Not that the Confessor is at all new to this. She’d led Richard’s armies when he’d been at the Palace of the Prophets, into a battle that they had been successful in winning. 

She can only hope that success will follow them today, and she turns, offering a small smile to Lara. She sits atop her own horse - the steady creature known as Nick. A seasoned war horse given her her by the people of the Midlands, and she’s ridden him into worse than this. Her trust in him is great, and she is glad to have him with her. 

Her gaze follows Lara’s to the men behind them, all ready and willing to fight, die if they must. “Let us do what must be done.” She replies, voice steady, though she knows itss not exactly answering the woman’s question. But is is the best she can give right now. 

[lordhotman]

—❅— 

        ❝That’s why we strike first and         make sure it’s a good one,❞ she         felt like she was the only one         between them who saw a chance, ❝if we can at least catch them off         guard I can do this.❞

It was a long shot, Elsa knew it too. But a small chance was better then none. 

[confesssxr]

Kahlan isn't saying they do nothing, but she's been fighting aginst Rahl a lot longer than Elsa has, she knows how powerful she is. It's why they have to stop him, before he distroys all of the three lands, dragging them into corruption like D'Hara. "We will make a move, but we're going to be reckless if it loses more lives in the process. There's been too much of that already, and she doesn't think she can take any more. 

[confesssxr]

~ Open ~

[riseofvalkyrja]

Freyja smiled at the young woman. “In truth I am not sure how I got here, though I have been known to travel far and wide. I just enjoy seeing new places and how different people live.” She smiled to herself. “It is just all so interesting how differently people choose to live out their lives on different realms.” She turned back towards Kahlan and smiled. “Sometimes I am called back because of my duties, but I fear this time I have just found myself a little off course I guess is how you would put it.” She smiled brightly at Kahlan. “I have been using my time to learn about your realm, and partially about you.” She smiled. “You are very well known and most revered.”

"I know many women like that.”

[confesssxr]

Kahlan nods gently as the woman talks, more a habit than anything else. She is used to dealing with dignitaries that like to feel themselves important, while often they speak of petty things. It is simply a part of her duty, to listen to the people of her land, no matter their stories. However, she genuinely finds the woman's explanation interesting. She herself is somewhat of a traveler, though she rarely ventures outside of the Midlands, because this is where her duties lie. Her head lifts a little at the comment of her stature among the people. Revered? Sometimes, Kahlan thinks it is simply feared. "The image of the Confessors has always been one of strength and unwavering rule." But people fear what they do not understand, and the power of the Confessor is one of those things. "But I am trying to..soften it slightly." 

[lordhotman]

"I’ve met one of them… .Ricker is what Rhal called him. It’s on his advice my sister and I are even alive, he told Rhal that my magic was worth holding on to." It gave Elsa a great sense of relief that they knew who these people were, and if hope was worth having, they knew how to stop them. Or they would.

"I think I can help you." She smiled. "My magic is ice and snow, nature at it’s greatest and most unpredictable. They have no power over that if we use it wisely." 

[confesssxr]

The words send a shiver down Kahlan's spine. Hadn't Rahl captured her for the very same reason? It was back when he was bent of turning a confessor into his very own weapon, and he'd managed to capture Kahlan when she and Richard had been trying to free women and children he'd been experimenting on. Experiments he determined would be much more effective on a confessor. Another shiver wracks her, and Kahlan pushes the memories from her mind, simply nodding, listening once again.

"I-- I do not know if that is true." While she's never heard of any wizards or witch women controlling ice and snow, they do have Wizard's Fire. "It would not be beyond the realm of possibility that he has twisted magic to do his bidding."

[vt3-archived]

   He says nothing for a moment, wondering how his father will react to all this… but he knows, deep down inside, and it isn’t something pleasant.   King Aerys is a paranoid man, he will see a confessor and think himself under some charge in advance, and gods only know what his troubled mind will turn to for a solution… but its hard, thinking those kind of things about one’s own flesh and blood, so Viserys keeps silent.

  “Yes, I understand. I would be glad to show you the way,” he answers instead, hoping his expression is neutral and does not betray too much of what is weighing on his mind.

[confesssxr]

Kahlan nods her thanks, and as she falls into step beside the man, she absently pulls up her hood. She is not at all comfortable with the prospect of fronting off with a man who is bent on power, as well as possibly a dream walker, but it can't be helped.

It would be less off putting if she had her usual guard with her, but she hadn't expected this simple trip to turn into something more, and she doesn't feel that she has time to return to Aydindril to collect them. She will have to trust herself, and hopefully, the man beside her, even if they one in question is is father. "I'm grateful that you came to me with this." Kahlan suspects that he needs to hear it.

[lucyllawless]

Get to Know Me Meme: Favorite Female Characters      ↳ Cara Mason

"I don’t need magic to make a man beg for mercy."

[vt3-archived]

   Her words trouble him… make him rethink his decision to have come to her for guidance. After all, for all his madness, the man is still his father; the only family he has left in this world.

  “I agree, of course… what would you suggest be done? My father is not bad, not evil,” he insists then, nervously now. “But he is stubborn and will not alter his decisions once they’ve been set. You wouldn’t… wouldn’t hurt him, would you?” he asks, shifting his weight a little.

  Would she even tell him the truth if she planned to, he wonders. She would say something like ‘if its for the good of the realm’, or something of the like, he’s certain… but he is biased, because this man, mad or not, has been everything to him.

[confesssxr]

She won't lie to him, it's not in the nature of a Confessor. "I don't know the outcome." Kahlan replies softly, though she still holds her head up, though she wants nothing more than to hang it and let out a deep sigh. It's the burden of the Confessors to make such choices, but sometimes she loathes the responsibility. 

"If he has sided with the dream-walker, there's nothing that can be done - not if he is as you say. But the dream-walker must be taken care of." She's not sure what that means yet. He hasn't done enough to warrant an outright execution, but bringing an army into their lands is not a sign of peace. 

Kahlan shakes her head. "I think we need to go to your father's castle, to see exactly what we're dealing with, if there is reasoning that can be accomplished." 

[vt3-archived]

   He wishes he could tell her differently… wishes it weren’t so, but when has anything good ever come from lying to a confessor?    Viserys sighs and shakes his head slowly… he truly didn’t want to make this about his father, but now there is no choice in the matter.

   ”My father is interested in what he offers, so he is holding the dream-walker and his men as honored guests in the palace while they discuss an alliance in further detail.    I have tried speaking to him, I’ve told him he will only be used and that its far too dangerous to become mixed up with him… but, I’m afraid my father has always been an ambitious man,” he explained solemnly, brow furrowed.   Ambitious, however, was not all he was… for he was not called 'The Mad King' by his people, for nothing.

[confesssxr]

That news worries her. Kahlan would like to believe people have better sense than to join with a power hungry dictator. But power draws power, and there's no doubt that there are promises being made, enticements. One that quite possibly are nothing more than empty words. After all, leaders will often say anything to keep loyalty. 

But this can't be left alone. A wound like this will fester, and grow, until it takes over their land. The fact that the king is hosting them may work in their favor. "This can't be allowed to go any further." She warns, voice solemn.  

[herroyaldarkness]

ɪᴄᴏɴs ɪᴄᴏɴs ɪᴄᴏɴs sᴜᴘᴇʀ ғʟᴀsʜ ɢɪᴠᴇᴀᴡᴀʏ

ends in precisely 2 hours. winners receive 20 icons of their fc. styled or unstyled to their liking. must reblog this post. must be following me. 

[confesssxr]

"--Do you know what you're doing?"

[lefayiism-deactivated20150527]

Well hello there everyone! Yule is just around the corner now, can you believe that? I certainly can’t! Its gone so fast, and to think that Merlin ended nearly two years ago. Just because of the ending, I do not celebrate yule the same! Thanks Merlin. You ruined my christmas! *pout.* Anyway back to business. I am feeling generous towards everyone, so I would like to do a giveaway to everyone who roleplays. Just anyone, okay? Even if you do not follow me you can reblog this. The only rule is that you have to be a roleplayer, okay? Not too hard, is it? There are so many wonderful roleplayers out there who are under appreciated— Some whom I haven’t roleplayed with before but I’ve watched from afar. So if you would like to take part, then please reblog this. There will be three winners. You have until 16/12/2014.

First Place

Christmas card from myself.

Ten edits of your chosen character.

One hundred Icons of your chosen character.

Also a mystery prize.

Second Place

Christmas card from myself

Ten edits of your chosen character.

Fifty Icons of your chosen character.

Third Place

Christmas card from myself

Five edits of your chosen character

Thirty Icons of your chosen character.

[paigeatyourservice]

Paige snuffs out the flame immediately at her reaction. “Um, do you know somewhere I can learn to be better at this?” She’s hoping that, despite the location change, she could still find a teacher to work on her power and control of the element.

[confesssxr]

People fear what they don't understand, and most villagers haven't been exposed to such magic before. Kahlan thinks for a moment, tilting her head. "The wizards at the Keep." She offers. "It's where I got most of my training." Though hers was done mostly by older confessors. "I'm sure they could help you."

[paigeatyourservice]

"Yeah, should be fine." She takes a breath in, then produces a flame from her palm, almost as if she’s holding it. 

"That’s what I mean by bending. I can bend fire. Also with my mouth, nose, and my feet. I’m not very good, though."

"Is that gonna get me in trouble here?"

[confesssxr]

"Oh!" Kahlan steps back a little when the flame appears, mostly out of shock. Only wizards can produce fire - well, at least in the Midlands. "That's..very impressive." She replies, glancing over her shoulder. "Not trouble, but I wouldn't go showing it off. Not many people are born with such access to the gift."

[paigeatyourservice]

She looks around, spotting a place that looked rather secluded and non-flammable. “I’ll show you, but we can’t do it here. I’m positive people will freak.”

[confesssxr]

Kahlan is curious, but she nods regardless, motioning to an alleyway beside a blacksmith's shop. "Will here do?" She's not exactly sure what the girl is meaning. 

[paigeatyourservice]

"Uh, yeah. You’re.. not afraid of fire, are you?" Either way, she’d have to be somewhere secluded just in case she panicked. That, and fire in the middle of a crowd was never a good idea.

[confesssxr]

"Fire?" Kahlan repeats, before shaking her head. "It can be useful, when under control." After all, they use it for cooking, and keeping warm. It's only when it's out of control that it poses a threat.