#faerinaal

[sinbyrn]

who?: @faerinaal where?: the warrior academy

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Sinbyrn knew the best way to demonstrate her worship was to use the strength the Weaver graced her with. She refused to let her battle sense grow dull, which meant giving equal attention to her devotions and her swordplay. Her dark sister hissed in delight as she stood amongst the warriors she'd wounded while sparring. Sinbyrn hoped they'd provide at least a little challenge, but even as tens of them charged her like she commanded, she barely expended any effort when she struck each of them down. "I do hope these were of the newer regiments you're training. Because if they represent your acadamy's standards, I weep for the future of the Court," she says, turning her attention to the direction of the steady footsteps. Sinbyrn stands proudly amongst her devastation, hoping he caught at least a portion of the bout. She wanted the entire Triumvirate to know that she was a cut above. "There must be someone available who has suitable power to train with me. I would hate for my blade to dull from constantly clashing with inferiority. I require a higher caliber of partner."

[nidhoggx]

a gift for @faerinaal, location: rome duh note: womp womp

Amadeus' monsters fell, Severon's automech's turned against him; chaos leeched into their plan and though the dracaenae found it to be a nuisance, he delighted in the bloodshed. Faerinaal was always so steely and resolved, practical and firm where other drow tended to relish in the violence. Nidhoggr located the Founder as Felandaris was enveloped by shadows, the Architect vanished when it seemed they may have needed him most. "You're not about to fall back, are you?" Barked out as his sword cut through another defector of Lloth; Aegnor and his warder were the target, but he'd cut down their forces before enjoying the finale.

[nyloth]

a gift for @faerinaal,

"I hope you will not hesitate when your blade is called upon," mercy and hesitancy was weakness upon the drow and it could be taken as a mocking insult as she chided the Founder. They were all original creatures of a dying age, the rest of the drow molded within their image as she, Faerinaal, and Felandaris were called from the cosmos to enact Ayi'ig's will. Nyloth and her sisters had agreed to utilize their prayer to enact Aegnor's downfall, the destruction of his forces, but it was Faerinaal who seemed keen on delivering the fatal blow.

[felandcris]

@faerinaal location: Court of Drow notes: kiss kiss fall in love

“Uncle.” By marriage, clearly. Felandaris greeted the warrior with uncharacteristic warmth as he took a seat next to the other. The others and the Queen would arrive shortly, for now they had the meeting chambers to themselves. “Good of you to join us after Aegnor’s unfortunate betrayal.” Weak, that’s all Felandaris could see it as. To return to the kingdom of a monarchy that had moved on from him, it was embarrassing - among the drow Aegnor had been their prophet. Now he was nothing more than a foot soldier in his formerly deceased child-brother’s army. “Tell me of your travels, the Underdark must have been a perilous journey.”