She Attracted Her Lord's Attention

Lena Ratore. 49(Appears 26). Dracomancer. Group leader. User of White Magic. Night Elf. {Cloes RP Account for Magical Enemies Roleplay}

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Wake the Dead || Lena and Dane

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danehudrick:

Dane rolled his eyes. “There’s about fifty give or take. They’re not marching in their lines so it was hard to get a head count. Dane had his face perfectly painted. However walking around the camps the other mancers had found it unnerving, which of course was the idea of the war paint.

Dane nodded and thought for a minute. Five or six might not be enough to fight fifty men. “I think that should be fine.” Dane didn’t sound overly confident. “I’ll take the bulk of the group.” Dane said trying to figure out the best strategy. He pulled his khopesh’s out of their sheaths. The twins had been gifts from Dane’s father and they’d accompanied him in to every fight his spear had not.   “I’ll only be able to keep the protection up while you’re summoning if I’m going to take the bulk of the knights.” Dane couldn’t be both protective and destructive at the same time. 

Lena frowned lightly. Fifty were a bit too much then she could handle. Maybe she should give a little boost and try to summon more spirits. But then she would be too weak to fight off the enemy herself. Shaking her head she dismissed the thought going back to concentrating on summoning the spirits around her. 

Putting in a little more of her power, and feeling her body drain with the strain of it, she grimaced slightly, but maintained her posture, nit wanting to appear weak in front of her companion.

She merely nodded at his suggestion. “Thats alright. I’ll be controlling the spirits and fighting at the same time.” That had come with practice but was by no means easy. Keeping a grip on the spirits as well as her surroundings. Rather tricky. But not impossible. Unsheathing her own sword she held it up in front of her before releasing a breath and opening her eyes to see about eight spirits standing in front of her.

danehudrick

[misha-itaul]

Before Dawn || Misha & Lena

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misha-itaul:

Misha inclined her head. “I couldn’t sleep,” she confessed. “And better to get some air than to lay awake in bed for hours, is it not?” A hesitant, tired smile graced her lips briefly, but then she relaxed a little. “And yourself?” she asked in a cordial voice. Gesturing to the sword at the woman’s side, she inquired, “Do you intend to practice, or is it merely a habit to go armed? I know many of the Mancers do, even those with strong magics,” she said by way of making conversation.

Lena nodded in understanding as well as agreement. “It is. Sometimes I feel if I don’t get up I’ll wake everyone up with my tossing and turning.” She gave a small smile at the amount of times she had woken up her companions with her restlessness. The young Mancer glanced down at her sword, before shaking her head. “A habit.” She replied shortly. “You pick it up after years of training and staying alert for most of your life.” She continued, recalling how many times the sword had aided her. “We can’t always rely on magic. Magic can fail us, our skills and strength cannot.”

misha-itaul

[lena-ratore]

Are there limits to what you will tolerate of your group?

I do not tolerate betrayals and liars of any kind. I think you can use your imagination as to what I would do to them if I found them.

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Do you think you were destined to be where you are now right from your birth?

My parents had me recruited into becoming a Mancer when the couldn’t pay for my education anymore. I hardly believe that it was my destiny to be where I am now. I like to think it was more fate that played a hand in getting me where I am today.

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Wake the Dead || Lena and Dane

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danehudrick:

Dane stood in the highest part of a tree looking out over the defence line. He could see the fires of the Knights camps from up here and he could see the approaching knights was marching towards them.  “They’re only a league away.” Dane called down to her. He climbed down the tree as quickly as he could. 

Although Dane would have preferred to be stationed in the main battle field just casually killing knights. He was used to responsibility but manning the defence line was not normally the kind of responsibility he was  used to.  “They should be here with in the hour. Is that enough time for you to do the thing?” he asked curiously.

“How many are there? I need to know the exact number before I start summoning.” She hoped there were not as many. Not because they couldn’t fight. No matter what the number she knew the two of them would be able to fight well, but it would depend on the number of spirits she would summon how tired she would get.

Lena opened an eye to look at him. “That thing is called summoning spirits.” She barked at him slightly touchy about how he called her magic ‘Thing’. Her head gave the slightest of shakes. “Yes, I will be able to assemble five or six spirits though it will take me only a few minutes to summon them. Will that be enough?”

danehudrick

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Party Over? || Lena and Juvion.

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juvionmodord:

Truly, you are a woman after my own heart. And surprisingly, unlike anyone else who has the same priorities as me, you’re not being used as a cautionary tale – how do you manage to become a Group Leader and still be fun? Loriente managed it too, somehow.

Oh, fear not, I will. I will.

And of course it is. What are wealth, fame, glory, or living to an old age if no one else appreciates you?

Its a talent I suppose. Many people have said that to me before. By having the ability, talent and patience to handle some crazy people. Its not an easy job I can tell you that.

Good luck with that then.

Appreciates you or falls at your feet?

[lena-ratore]

Does it bring joy to you, killing Knights, or would that be an exaggeration?

It depends on what mood I’m in. What is the use in enjoying killing someone who won’t fight back? But when they do fight back, that is when the real fun begins. It doesn’t bring joy to me killing other people. But of they pose a challenge then I enjoy that challenge as long as it lasts anyway. They always die in the end.

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Wake the Dead || Lena and Dane

Many people died at the defense lines. Yes they were all quite big losses but for once Lena was glad she was stationed somewhere where help would come easily. Technically she would be summoning it. And for that she needed her full power. Which was why she was standing there, eyes closed, taking in deep breaths. If a person were to glance at her it would seem as if she had fallen asleep standing up.

The wind picked up and she could feel that they would be having company in a little while. It was more of a gut feeling then anything. Years of training did that to a person. “See anything yet?” She called to her partner, not even turning around or opening her eyes, her hand resting at the hilt of her sword, as she felt for the dead beneath the earth.

danehudrick

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Party Over? || Lena and Juvion.

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juvijuvionmodord

I mean I’d pay good money to see Benji Hannai try and turn a dragon upside-down. That sounds like quality entertainment for a Friday evening, right there.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you to positively swoon when I walked into a room, Group Leader. But don’t go thinking you’re something special—I’d want the same from anyone. It’s one of my life’s goals.

I don’t think that would be a good idea. But as long as I get to see who gets into trouble then I don’t care.

I’m sorry. But it’ll take more then drinking poison to make me swoon. Try it on another girl. Or rather try drinking poison for her. But if you already have a girl then go and make her swoon. Your life goal is to make people swoon? Really?

[lena-ratore]

Party Over? || Lena and Simone.

[simonedealare]

Oh, if it offends someone, it’s definitely going on the list.

And here I thought you liked me. That we had something special.

[lena-ratore]

You’re not lying on the floor in your own blood right? That shows we have a special bond.

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Lena & Varamadras || Lord Kills King

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‘I’ll heed your warning,’ he said, trying to relax his face for the sake of Lena understanding that he didn’t mean it super serious, but for some reason, it was hard to get the tenseness of battles to come away from him in a place where those who fought had their breakfast, lunch and dinner. It didn’t seem right to be at ease at a seat where the dead that been seated. He surprised himself with those thoughts, wondering where it had come from. He concluded that it had something to do with the recent death fallen at his hand. 

Turning to Lena, he made the words sound light in his own head, fearing more disastrous thoughts would follow. ‘If we win I bet I will be described as rather handsome. I am hoping for a bit more charm, and some muscle,’ he said to Lena. His turn of voice indicating he was looking forward to it. Not the stories, but the end of the war. He somehow always felt like he would be there to see it end. As if starting it gave him that right. 

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She nodded before hiding the sigh that threatened to escape her. She doubted anyone would ever remember her when the war was over. And she wanted it to be like that. Lena didn’t want to be glamorized like some poets and storytellers would do to soldiers. She doubted any of the stories would live up to the true horrors of the battles everyone saw. The blood. The deaths. The sounds. The screams. Maybe that was the reason she had always hated reading accounts of different battles.

“And I hope they don’t remember me at all.” She grumbled bitterly, her eyes narrowed, staring at the wall as if she would be able to bore a hole through the stone, with merely her eyes. Although she could do that with her magic. Maybe she should summon the spirit of a strong creature and knock it down.

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Before Dawn || Misha & Lena

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Misha started at the sound of a voice behind her, and turned to see Lena Ratore, one of the Group Leaders. They weren’t well acquainted, having been introduced several years ago, just shortly after Varamadras had promoted her; he was always eager to show off the new gems of each generation, and Misha for her part loved to keep up with who was in charge. During her stint as Demon Lady, Lena hadn’t had much contact with her—if any, Misha could not recall. Still she greeted the other woman warmly. “Hello. It’s Group Leader Ratore, isn’t it?” She rose and extended a hand to shake.

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Lena nodded as she moved forward taking the woman’s hand and shaking it firmly. “Yes ma’am and you are Misha Itaul, am I correct?” She had seen the young woman around whenever she came to visit her Leader. She was his half-sister. “Might I ask what you are doing outside so early in the morning?” She continued, genuine curiosity playing across her features and working its way into her tone.

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Lena & Varamadras || Lord Kills King

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Varamadras stopped his quiet assessment of the Groupleader and turned to the conversation. He wasn’t really surprised to find Lena anywhere in HagaFosiel, but somehow had expected her to spend time with her just returned group-member. it wasn’t everyday that one of those you were supposed to look out for killed such a high official. 

Her simple answer was just as he had expected it, Lena did whatever she needed with the ease of a sharp blade, her individual was unlike most others, she had a certain calm. ‘I wouldn’t call you all commoners,’ he replied, a certain amusement played along his sly eyes. ‘But from stories I always thought this was the place to be, it’s a bit disappointing.’ 

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The solider looked around the hall they were sitting in before lifting her shoulders in a shrug. “I wouldn’t hold expectations just because of a few stories, Sir. People tend to exaggerate at times.“ She continued, knowing how people loved to weave tall tales about a location that could fit in with the settings.

“And what better people to exaggerate then soldiers.“ She took another sip from her flask, smacking her lips at the taste. “When this war ends those soldiers will make a mighty fine penny with the way they tell some of their stories.” She snorted lightly under her breath. “They can make a small insignificant paper cut seem like a wound inflicted form a sword.”

varamadrasitaul

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Party Over? || Lena and Juvion.

[juvionmodord]

Turn the whole place upside down? As in, everything? Huh. I’d like to see that, actually. When would you say would be the best time to incapacitate you? I especially look forward to them reversing the Dragons.

That depends. How much will you admire me if I say yes?

[lena-ratore]

Yes. Everything. Please be careful what you wish for. I’m the one who will suffer the most. What do you mean?

How much do you want me to admire you?

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Party Over? || Lena and Simone.

[simonedealare]

Lack of manners can also be seen as bravery, so at least it’ll be a long list, once I figure how to word… certain things.

Tell her I said hi, and that my paperwork will be done as soon as this hangover passes.

[lena-ratore]

Not when it offends someone.

Alright, alright. Now go annoy someone else.

[lena-ratore]

Dane Hudrick and Lena RaTore will ensure no big groups of soldiers make it pass the Cold North’s defense line. They are on their own out there, or at least we think they are. 

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Lena & Varamadras || Lord Kills King

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Still lost in thought, Varamadras was oblivious to those who spaced around him, and certainly to the person who became seated next to him. While the Smoke warned him of a presence near by, its growling hardly scratched the surface of his conciseness. He was still too busy with his thoughts, but the sound of chewing got him back to his reality. He turned his head slightly, studying first the plate, the bit of bread that had been pulled apart, the small part of what looked like some older cheese, and then a flask of beer with one of the more usual brands which the soldiers in HagaFosiel choose to drink. 

He finished his short study of the person seated next to him by focussing on her face. For that he needed only to turn his head slightly, the dark brown hair, more of a teen face than that of a grown woman, though her eyes spoke a different story. The intelligence and minor cruelty were seen in a single gaze, but at the same time worry and kindness. 

‘Lena, what an odd place to find you at,’ he said, hoping to gain her attention. 

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She didn’t taste the bread or maybe she couldn’t taste it. It felt like nothing but tasteless pieces of dry dirt that passed through her throat and into her stomach. Lena had no idea why she couldn’t bring herself to taste the bread which was already tasteless. It was a few days stale, that much she was certain as soon as she had picked up the bread and the cheese was hard as well. The only thing tasteful was the beer she was constantly sipping to wash down the tastelessness of her meager meal. She couldn’t complain though. At least she was one of the lucky few who had something to eat.

Incoherent thought bounced around in her head, her movements involuntary as she ate and drank. Her routine was broken when she heard a very familiar voice speak up next to her. The young woman turned to the man sitting next to her. “I could say the same for you Sir. Its not everyday you find the big boss himself among the commoners.”

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