who? @mortalisla
where? the streets of rome
when? after plot drop three
notes: what a time to find out you are a dad huh
The Courts have fallen to the drows and the streets of Rome have begun to run red with blood. Human or not, everyone has lost someone on the past few hours. Countless lost to the grips of death, countless drows born by the ending of the fey. The enemy is strengthen with every dead, and he cannot see the light at the end of the shadows, cannot see the way the song will end, but Davheira cannot stop. He cannot return to the fey forest, to stay with the survivors. Not when his vows to the decaying Senate still stand, not when his duty as a marshal remains. Davheira is patrolling the streets, finding survivors and taking them to whichever safe place is nearest, be it the blinding dome of light created by the Aspect, or the forest that had only meant to protect his kind but now has become a refuge for the survivors.
He is passing by a side street, when his clairvoyance stops him on his tracks and he begins running to follow the hint. Soon he finds himself in front of a barricade building, with hordes of vampires attempting to breech it. And Davheira — as used to war as he is, is tired of the dying. A sharp whistle cuts through the air and the vampires freeze in place, kept in place by a thin, yet strong, layer of ice. It will not kill them, but it will keep them in place until he can get whoever they are trying to reach to safety. Carefully, he walks through the frozen vampires until he is standing before the barricaded door and does the only thing available, lest he frightens the survivors: he knocks.
“If you would be so kind as to step out? I can ferry you to safety, but only if you come out. The quiet won’t stay so for long.”