"I'll ask about the angel and the dragon. Would it be possible for you to teach my soldiers fire magic? A good plan but the last of the Nine would go unchecked unless...." Nieldun trailed off, not sure how far he's willing to go. He would have to ask her. "Out of the remaining nine, which one would be most likely to switch allegiances the way you did?" Nieldun sincerely hoped he did not have to repeat history. Not just because he would like to live, but also for his daughter's sake. He was somewhat disappointed that the demon traitors had sided with the humans not because they respected the Nastrondi for being able to hold off such a large force but because of seduction. Ah well, if he played his cards right, the survivors would learn to respect the Nastrondi. He was unsettled that the Shalorni had an Archangel though, that might mean they actually had divine favor from someone... If they did, the Shalorni would probably end up where they wanted to: ruling everything. Again.
Nieldun gestured for Archy to follow him and began walking towards where the dead Nastrondi were kept. He needed to pay his respects to the late Lord Bornetall and the brave soldiers who had fallen in his name. It brought him great sorrow indeed that his friend since childhood had died in battle. Not only that, but what of the men commanded by Bornetall? How many mourned for them now? He reached Lord Bornetall's casket and looked at his old friend. Not one to look peaceful in death, Bornetall had an expression of battle fury on his face and looked as if he had been shouting a battlecry. Nieldun gazed upon his friend's graying hair, aware that he himself still resembled a man in his prime thanks to Archy. He would give them all a true funeral.
Nastrondi tradition for funerals varied. A civilian was to be buried while a soldier was to have a large funeral pyre that might be shared with other warriors, afterwards a memorial of some sort, be it a plaque, monument or gravestone would be constructed in their homeland. The belief was that the warriors would arrive in the afterlife amidst a blaze of glory if fire was used, however it was more likely the practice originated after some particularly nasty battles. The Nastrondi believed that the soul would arrive in the appropriate part of the afterlife regardless of what happened to the body, however the flames would give the soldiers a dramatic entrance and civilians were buried so that others could have a more justified place to pay their respects and corpses tended to stink and attract vermin if left to rot. For this reason, the Nastrondi visited their friends and family's corpses with sentimental thoughts but thought nothing of using enemies' corpses for fear.
Nieldun personally oversaw the construction of the funeral pyres and along with Dorias, carried the fallen Bornetall to the largest pyre where the most revered were stacked. Dorias lit the first flame and the surviving Nastrondi howled battlecries and tales of the warriors' deeds into the sky. This gave the Domani a start until it was seen that the Nastrondi were paying their respects rather than attacking. After the ceremony was done, Nieldun drew his sword and with a blunt part, touched both of Dorias Bornetall's shoulders saying somemnly "Dorias Bornetall, your father was a great man and a brave Warrior. I hereby find you worthy to rise and take his mantle as a Lord. Go forth and do deeds that would make him proud if he gazed upon them."
Nieldun gestured for Archy to follow him and began walking towards where the dead Nastrondi were kept. He needed to pay his respects to the late Lord Bornetall and the brave soldiers who had fallen in his name. It brought him great sorrow indeed that his friend since childhood had died in battle. Not only that, but what of the men commanded by Bornetall? How many mourned for them now? He reached Lord Bornetall's casket and looked at his old friend. Not one to look peaceful in death, Bornetall had an expression of battle fury on his face and looked as if he had been shouting a battlecry. Nieldun gazed upon his friend's graying hair, aware that he himself still resembled a man in his prime thanks to Archy. He would give them all a true funeral.
Nastrondi tradition for funerals varied. A civilian was to be buried while a soldier was to have a large funeral pyre that might be shared with other warriors, afterwards a memorial of some sort, be it a plaque, monument or gravestone would be constructed in their homeland. The belief was that the warriors would arrive in the afterlife amidst a blaze of glory if fire was used, however it was more likely the practice originated after some particularly nasty battles. The Nastrondi believed that the soul would arrive in the appropriate part of the afterlife regardless of what happened to the body, however the flames would give the soldiers a dramatic entrance and civilians were buried so that others could have a more justified place to pay their respects and corpses tended to stink and attract vermin if left to rot. For this reason, the Nastrondi visited their friends and family's corpses with sentimental thoughts but thought nothing of using enemies' corpses for fear.
Nieldun personally oversaw the construction of the funeral pyres and along with Dorias, carried the fallen Bornetall to the largest pyre where the most revered were stacked. Dorias lit the first flame and the surviving Nastrondi howled battlecries and tales of the warriors' deeds into the sky. This gave the Domani a start until it was seen that the Nastrondi were paying their respects rather than attacking. After the ceremony was done, Nieldun drew his sword and with a blunt part, touched both of Dorias Bornetall's shoulders saying somemnly "Dorias Bornetall, your father was a great man and a brave Warrior. I hereby find you worthy to rise and take his mantle as a Lord. Go forth and do deeds that would make him proud if he gazed upon them."
