Ruli peered over the map, awed by the size of the palace grounds. Ziad could easily fit within in. Úvano, as well. It sprawled across the paper, the notations along the edge he couldn't read, but the markings he knew were notes for their task. Zeke often made notes on maps whenever he was worried. Strategy, weakness, ambush potential. While Ruli wasn't sure if Daryll made the exact same notes, he had no doubt they were helpful.
As Gavin asked about it being a trap, Ruli grunted, then realized the cousins glanced at one another. He looked up and between them, seeing the unease on their faces, glad they said they had, indeed, considered it. He looked to Gavin, after, when Daryll asked for what he knew, and felt his chest tighten at the Gemini's answer. With a soft swear in elvish, he leaned on his elbows, peering over the map again. "The way they've been after her blood, too. And Ikegai's obsession with her power, it would make sense." He agreed. "We have two options there, then. To have Kire no where near it, maybe even causing a commotion elsewhere to draw their attention, or we find a way nullify her before hand." Ruli glanced to the cousin. "No one else can use that Ring? Only her, right? Well, what if we were able to replicate her portals? The blue light? A bit of enchantment and a sort of bomb with myself or Ysaryn could work. Make them think she's where she's not?"
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"I won't make any such promise." Ysaryn said bluntly. "To die in battle is an honour many of my people strive for. It would be an honour here, too. But," Ysaryn smiled, seeing the look in Kire's eye. "If any one enemy takes me down, I will claim a hundred more."
Chainmail. Yes that sounded familiar to the elf. Honestly, she'd tuned Rulitus out when he'd spoken of the battle he'd tossed himself into after Kire's abduction of him, angry that she'd missed out on such an opportunity. When Kire showed her the chainmail pieces, she understood the man's likeness to it. "Oh," She cooed, lifting one of the mail pieces that went from torso, to the elbow, and then down to the knees. "I see!" She exclaimed, holding the item to her chest. "Is loose, I prefer leathers to fit." Her eyes scanned the thousands of closely woven metal rings. Sizing this thing would take ages they likely didn't have. "I wear. I try." She declared, grouping the metal and tossing it over her shoulder like a heavy metal sash.
"No." She answered Kire's next question. "I was fighter long before I learn to Walk." Ysaryn followed Kire, slightly reluctant to leave the collection of weapons. Her old weapons, including Myka's, was tucked in her left hand. "It is unwise to rely on magic. Honest, Rulitus should worry. He never wins in spar."
As Gavin asked about it being a trap, Ruli grunted, then realized the cousins glanced at one another. He looked up and between them, seeing the unease on their faces, glad they said they had, indeed, considered it. He looked to Gavin, after, when Daryll asked for what he knew, and felt his chest tighten at the Gemini's answer. With a soft swear in elvish, he leaned on his elbows, peering over the map again. "The way they've been after her blood, too. And Ikegai's obsession with her power, it would make sense." He agreed. "We have two options there, then. To have Kire no where near it, maybe even causing a commotion elsewhere to draw their attention, or we find a way nullify her before hand." Ruli glanced to the cousin. "No one else can use that Ring? Only her, right? Well, what if we were able to replicate her portals? The blue light? A bit of enchantment and a sort of bomb with myself or Ysaryn could work. Make them think she's where she's not?"
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"I won't make any such promise." Ysaryn said bluntly. "To die in battle is an honour many of my people strive for. It would be an honour here, too. But," Ysaryn smiled, seeing the look in Kire's eye. "If any one enemy takes me down, I will claim a hundred more."
Chainmail. Yes that sounded familiar to the elf. Honestly, she'd tuned Rulitus out when he'd spoken of the battle he'd tossed himself into after Kire's abduction of him, angry that she'd missed out on such an opportunity. When Kire showed her the chainmail pieces, she understood the man's likeness to it. "Oh," She cooed, lifting one of the mail pieces that went from torso, to the elbow, and then down to the knees. "I see!" She exclaimed, holding the item to her chest. "Is loose, I prefer leathers to fit." Her eyes scanned the thousands of closely woven metal rings. Sizing this thing would take ages they likely didn't have. "I wear. I try." She declared, grouping the metal and tossing it over her shoulder like a heavy metal sash.
"No." She answered Kire's next question. "I was fighter long before I learn to Walk." Ysaryn followed Kire, slightly reluctant to leave the collection of weapons. Her old weapons, including Myka's, was tucked in her left hand. "It is unwise to rely on magic. Honest, Rulitus should worry. He never wins in spar."