Lyss

[The Kingdom:Fort Bael] ·:*¨❆༺ ❅ 𝔄 𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔶 ❅ ༻❆¨*:·

Andrea’s emerald eyes, cold and unblinking, swept over the field. Her servants lay shattered around her, their forms dissolving into dust. Her runic dagger, still slick with the blackened ichor of the great bear, felt heavy in her hand. "Not enough," she whispered, the words a wisp of frost in the frigid air. She crouched, prodding the beast's steaming remains with the tip of her blade before scoffing in disgust. With a fluid motion, she rose, wiping the dagger clean on a scrap of fur before sheathing it in the hidden scabbard at the small of her back.

Her ear twitched at the mercenary's accusation, a sharp sound in the sudden silence. Most eyes were on her now. A flicker of calculation crossed her features before she answered, her ethereal voice carrying an undercurrent of ancient authority. "Yes, mercenary. They were." She offered a slight, enigmatic smile, her gaze drifting back to the fallen bear. "No need for forgiveness. It is a fine question. Though their animation lasted far longer than mine. Curious."

As she rejoined the group, she hung back slightly, her hand resting over her heart. Beneath her fingers, a faint green light pulsed, synchronized with a soft murmur only she could hear. "One shard down." Her gaze swept over her new companions: the quiet girl, the mech-suited warrior, the archer tasting the bitterness of his first kill, and of course, her favorite mercenary. Each one would make a lovely servant. A part of her was glad she was traveling with them. They would be useful.

The thought was shattered by a sudden, violent shiver. The faint green light in her chest flared, and for a terrifying moment, her emerald eyes bled to a piercing ruby. She crossed her arms, a semblance of warmth against an inner cold. "Great… almost forgot where we were," she mumbled, shaking her head to clear it.

Her attention was snagged by the charging brute, who was now celebrating by draining a wineskin. Andrea sighed, shaking her head. "You know you could always save that for later?" she remarked, her voice laced with lazy amusement, knowing full well he wouldn't listen. Her eyes, however, lingered on the scattered corpses. "We could continue your practice," a voice whispered in her mind. "After all, He won't go easy on you." She scoffed at the thought and, ignoring the coppery stench of death, began methodically searching the bodies, stripping them of scarves and gloves. Anything to ward off the biting cold.

[The Kingdom:Fort Bael] ·:*¨❆༺ ❅ 𝔄 𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔶 ❅ ༻❆¨*:·

With gentle eyes Andrea watched as the dead arose to her command, immediately her regal gaze commanded her dead subjects to tear apart the bear. Crimson wine dripped from her palm and drenched the snow below; she gripped her blood-stated dagger as she commanded the ritual while her subjects tore into the bear. “Tear the soil, bow to my voice, take shape once more!” She barked out while her emerald gaze stayed with the bear, watching the creature’s desperate fight against her servants while the earth continued move trying to bring more servants. However, her incantation was interrupted, the bear making one last charge against her, moving with furious speed and brutal strength.

A little scoff escaped her lips as her lips went still, waiting for a moment in time for the beast then dashed away from the vengeful swipe. Her dagger raised to her chest found where her servants tore into and plunged her dagger into its chest. Growling impatiently while she continued to command the servants to tear into the bear no matter what.

Actions:
Dodge=Speed E
Basic attack on wound

[The Kingdom:Fort Bael] ·:*¨❆༺ ❅ 𝔄 𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔶 ❅ ༻❆¨*:·

Andrea ripped her silent blade from the creature’s neck, the steel leaving the flesh with a soft, almost reverent hiss. She moved with ethereal elegance, stepping back from the fallen beast as though gliding on a breath of winter wind. Her gaze locked onto the unnatural and stubbornly pulsing heart inside its ruined chest, an aberrant rhythm that made her frown crease deeper across her lips. Her lone emerald eye, sharp and bright against the pallor of her face, held the creature in a sorrowful, unreadable stare.
She circled it slowly, carefully, with the instinctive grace of a predator studying another predator. The snowfall muffled her steps, yet every rustle of her cloak sounded strangely loud in the stillness. Frosted breath escaped her parted lips, mingling with the drifting flakes as she traced her path around the dying thing.

Andrea halted. Her fingers curled tightly around the hilt of her cursed weapon, the runes carved along its spine whispering faintly against her palm. Tilting her head just slightly as though listening to something only she could hear she exhaled a soft, mournful sigh. “I am sorry that you serve a cruel master,” she murmured, voice hushed with an ache far older than the wound she wore behind her eye. “You do not deserve this.”

The words left her like a promise, or perhaps a confession. She spoke to them with the tenderness of a mother soothing a frightened child, a gentleness that stood in stark contrast to the violence staining the snow. Her eye shifted fully back to emerald, bright and alive, before she stepped toward the beast once more. With practiced care she wiped the black ichor from her blade, each stroke deliberate, almost ceremonial.

Then, with a quick, decisive motion, she drew the edge across her own palm. Blood welled up instantly, dark, warm, eager. The runes along her dagger flared to life, glowing with a hungry, unnatural brilliance as they drank in her offering.
Her voice began to rise in a whisper, soft as falling snow, weaving ancient cadence with the rhythm of her heartbeat. The words came from deep within her, each syllable gathering power, shaping the air around her.
“Tear the soil… bow to my voice… take shape once more…”

The incantation crescendo, the whisper swelling into something sharp and commanding. With a final breath she drove the glowing dagger into the frozen earth. The impact sent a shock of power through the ground, a pulse of necrotic energy radiating outward in a slow, rippling wave.

Snow scattered. The earth trembled beneath her boots. Darkness seeped from the soil like smoke rising in reverse, curling in twisting tendrils as something old, something bound by her will, answered the call. Andrea stepped back, watching with calm certainty as the world itself seemed to stir at her feet. The dead were listening.

Actions:
1: Moved away
2: Animate the Dead. Magic F-7 points, Animate the Dead F-21 points
3: Moved away

"The Promise of Aspera."

In the endless war of Eternia, death could be found on every doorstep of the world. Be it by monster or by man, death always came — quiet and patient — to offer his kind, cold hand. Fields of once-golden grain had long since turned to ash and bone. Rivers ran red before finding peace in the sea. And in the Citadel of the Mortal Empire, death was more frequent within the marble walls than beyond them.

For centuries, two noble houses — ancient rivals, wealthier and more powerful than the Emperor himself — had bathed their halls in each other’s blood. Their feud, born from a forgotten slight, had devoured generations until the cause itself rotted into dust. What remained was pride — naked, blind pride — and a hunger to prove one’s greatness over the other.
The people of the Empire had grown weary. The pyres never stopped burning. Mothers wept until their tears turned to dust, and sons learned to kill before they learned to pray. And so, in desperation, the current Emperor sought an end to this civil slaughter.

In the world of Eternia, there existed an ancient song of union, whispered by the old priests — a sacred rite called The Promise of Asprea. It was said that this vow was older than the Empire itself. When spoken in truth, it bound two souls as one. Each would feel the pain of the other, the warmth of their passion, and the hidden truths that neither could ever conceal. It was a vow of perfect love — and perfect vulnerability.

But time had not been kind to love. The Promise of Asprea, once sung beneath stars and moonlight, had been twisted into a weapon. Kings used it to command queens; lovers used it to cage one another’s hearts. What was once sacred became profane. And so, the priests of Asprea turned away from the vow, until it faded into myth — a whisper carried only by those who still remembered the warmth of what love once meant.

Yet emperors have the power to unearth even forgotten gods.
With the weight of his crown and the roar of his legions, the Emperor summoned the rival houses. There, before the eyes of a weary empire, he commanded them to make peace — to bind their bloodlines through marriage. Lands were traded, soldiers exchanged, and fortunes sealed in trembling ink. At last, peace seemed possible.

But the ones chosen for the vow — the children of the ancient feud — bore only hatred for one another. Their union was no act of love, but a chain forged in desperation and politics. And yet, the Promise of Asprea does not heed the hearts of mortals. It binds what it touches, for better or worse.
And so the sacred words were spoken once more.
Now, in a world drowning in war, two souls are chained — not by choice, but by destiny. As monsters crawl from the wastes and men sharpen their blades once again, the world holds its breath.

Will they break the ancient vow and tear their souls apart?
Will hatred consume them as it did their ancestors?
Or will they find in one another the last ember of what Asprea once blessed — a love strong enough to defy death itself?
The world watches.
The gods listen.
And in the silence before the next war, the Bound Souls take their first breath.

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Hello Everyone! Thank you for reading if you didn’t then I highly suggest it! Anyways this is a 1x1 kind of roleplay. With some action, romance, lore and some slice of life moments. If any of that interests you then feel free to PM and I can answer any questions or concerns you might have. Down below is to help create your character and yea! Have a wonderful rest of your day or evening!

Character Name:
Age:
Race:
Description:
Personality:
Family Banner:
What is your family known for:
Lifestyle:
Childhood:
Talent’s:
What do you expect from the Roleplay?
Any questions:

Rules:
No one liners please!
Don’t be a Jackass
Be creative
Don’t be afraid to ask anything
Just have fun!

"The Promise of Aspera."

“As above, so below.”


In the endless war of Eternia, death could be found on every doorstep of the world. Be it by monster or by man, death always came — quiet and patient to offer his kind, cold hand. Fields of once-golden grain had long since turned to ash and bone. Rivers ran red before finding peace in the sea. And in the Citadel of the Mortal Empire, death was more frequent within the marble walls than beyond them.

For centuries, two noble houses — ancient rivals, wealthier and more powerful than the Emperor himself had bathed their halls in each other’s blood. Their feud, born from a forgotten slight, had devoured generations until the cause itself rotted into dust. What remained was pride naked, blind pride and a hunger to prove one’s greatness over the other.

The people of the Empire had grown weary. The pyres never stopped burning. Mothers wept until their tears turned to dust, and sons learned to kill before they learned to pray. And so, in desperation, the current Emperor sought an end to this civil slaughter.

In the world of Eternia, there existed an ancient song of union, whispered by the old priests — a sacred rite called The Promise of Asprea. It was said that this vow was older than the Empire itself. When spoken in truth, it bound two souls as one. Each would feel the pain of the other, the warmth of their passion, and the hidden truths that neither could ever conceal. It was a vow of perfect love — and perfect vulnerability.

But time had not been kind to love. The Promise of Asprea, once sung beneath stars and moonlight, had been twisted into a weapon. Kings used it to command queens; lovers used it to cage one another’s hearts. What was once sacred became profane. And so, the priests of Asprea turned away from the vow, until it faded into myth — a whisper carried only by those who still remembered the warmth of what love once meant.

Yet emperors have the power to unearth even forgotten gods.

With the weight of his crown and the roar of his legions, the Emperor summoned the rival houses. There, before the eyes of a weary empire, he commanded them to make peace — to bind their bloodlines through marriage. Lands were traded, soldiers exchanged, and fortunes sealed in trembling ink. At last, peace seemed possible.

But the ones chosen for the vow — the children of the ancient feud — bore only hatred for one another. Their union was no act of love, but a chain forged in desperation and politics. And yet, the Promise of Asprea does not heed the hearts of mortals. It binds what it touches, for better or worse.

And so the sacred words were spoken once more.

Now, in a world drowning in war, two souls are chained — not by choice, but by destiny. As monsters crawl from the wastes and men sharpen their blades once again, the world holds its breath.

Will they break the ancient vow and tear their souls apart?
Will hatred consume them as it did their ancestors?
Or will they find in one another the last ember of what Asprea once blessed — a love strong enough to defy death itself?

The world watches.
The gods listen.
And in the silence before the next war, the Bound Souls take their first breath.
_____________________________________________________________________________________

Hello Everyone! Thank you for reading if you didn’t then I highly suggest it! Anyways this is a 1x1 kind of roleplay. With some action, romance, lore and some slice of life moments. If any of that interests you then feel free to PM and I can answer any questions or concerns you might have. Down below is to help create your character and yea! Have a wonderful rest of your day or evening!

Character Name:
Age:
Race:
Description:
Personality:
Family Banner:
What is your family known for:
Lifestyle:
Childhood:
Talent’s:
What do you expect from the Roleplay?
Any questions:

Rules:
No one liners please!
Don’t be a Jackass
Be creative
Don’t be afraid to ask anything
Just have fun!

Hazbin Hotel Shenanigans! [Primarily seeking Alastor!] [18+ - FxM - 1x1]

Hi! I could be the Alastor you want. For awhile I had my own little ideas about Alastor, really happy to see others that might have the same idea as me. I am not sure if you are still looking, but I am interested!

[The Kingdom:Fort Bael] ·:*¨❆༺ ❅ 𝔄 𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔶 ❅ ༻❆¨*:·

When the gates gave way, Andrea danced forward. Her feet barely leaving steps in the heavy snow. Her arms crossed for extra warmth within her cloak. All the while, her tattered cloak swayed with the winter wind as she took the lead at first. Yet, as the cries of soldiers and the symphony of steel alerted her freezing ears, she fell back. Her ruby gaze watched as her companions walked past her. The Troubled Mercenary, The Eager Archer, The Silent Mage, The Faithful Girl, and The Metal Warrior. Each one with their own troubles, hopes, dreams, and nightmares. If she was the same little girl in chains, this would be the group of heroes her father would have weaved together. Would she be part of the story her father weaved? She begged the hells below that this wouldn't be the case. To anyone that would listen, this shouldn't be the case.

Andrea forced herself to push forward. Even at the bickering objections of her voice. While her feet broke the snow, she eyed Bromann curiously offering a small look to provide some comfort towards him. “Careful. It's good to be alert, but not at the point of getting a sprained ankle.” Andrea jested, then turned towards the metal warrior with an interested look. Unsure what kind of armor he wore, how it worked, how useful it might be. Examining the craftsmanship with an admiring eye. Perhaps the man inside the armor might provide the castings of such craft. She opened her mouth to ask, but that was when the rot grabbed her noise. At that moment she froze.

Her step, heart, and mind, all stopped. The smell of rot of the creature, the twisted form, the dim pulse that echoed with an envious heartbeat. All reminders of home. All reminders of Him. At that moment, her eyes were completely enveloped with a bright emerald green. Her fingers undressed her dagger from the sheath. Cracked and embroidered with runes that tasted her heart and soul. With gritted teeth and eyes that burned with fury and malice she stepped forward towards the bear. Stopping for a moment to eye the metal warrior before shaking her head, returning her focus onto the bear. “A creature that deserves a better master.”

Andrea threw off her head, her silver hair passing through the wind as her emerald eyes focused on the bear. Eyeing the creature, not with pity but with desire. With a tilted head to the left, she glanced towards curly and gestured towards Rachel, Thorne and Bromann.”They need your shields the most. I don't see much armor on them. That, Herculean is mine.” Andrea's voice declared with the same ethereal tone that Axol heard before. Without a moment later she moved around the shield with a possessive glare at the creature. “It's always a shame when I find something like you so openly shown. Fret not, we will take better care of you.” Andrea rushed forward leaping forward with elven grace until she landed on the creature back and proceeds to stab the creature with furious grace.

Actions:
Moved towards the bear
Basic attack on bear

[The Kingdom:Fort Bael] ·:*¨❆༺ ❅ 𝔄 𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔶 ❅ ༻❆¨*:·

Andrea leaned against the frost covered stone wall, as her mind roared against different memories. The heavy weight of the tortuous chains begins to shatter with a blinding flash of steel roaring out. The cries of vengeful fighters with freedom crying from their lips echoed in her ears. The devouring kiss she once craved on her lips now burns her fractured soul with nothing but sinful wrath and malice. Finally the sinister voice washed all over, a simple warmth to most but Andrea knew it was a reminder of what she had let in to fill the cracks. “It’s time to move darling. The promise of soldiers awaits us.” As the air broke through her lips, her ruby eyes shining a little brighter with the promise of more when the horn screams out. The preparation, the soldiers testament of valor and honor. The ideals of choice shining like a beacon against the winter’s fog.

Andrea gracefully danced towards the rallying horn, while her cloak twitched with the wind. Her gaze switched from soldier to soldier with unbridled curiosity until she rejoined with the travelers. She offered a little smile towards all, even a little knowing look towards Axol. Yet her eyes matched with the newcomer with a little smile. “Another one? At this rate we might have a little army.” Andrea fingers covered her little laugh even as she could feel the annoyed look from the voices. Her ruby hue focused on Curly as she offered a little nod. “Well met. I am Andrea. Glad that you are with us.” Andrea spoke kindly though her eyes were clearly studying the newcomer. It was a short study as the captain called out, granting them a view of what was coming. Andrea moved out first, lowering her tattered hood as her eyes widened completely. Watching the mass migration moving with natural desires despite their unnatural appearance.

Andrea was awe inspired by the creatures. Her chest crackled with green energy as emerald eyes flashed for a moment. “Yes! Yes! Look at them! Monstrous and beastly! Oh, darling you were right! This is better than these men and women of frost and steel.” Dismissably Andrea shook her head as she leaned closer towards the edge watching the monsters as her ruby gaze settled on the snow as she listened to the murmurs of the soldiers. Familiar faces of despair and horror echoed in her mind. They all had the same face that her people wore, frightened and trembling. Even though they had weapons and walls, fear was like a barb of hooks. Digging into the flesh of the brave and tearing away their sanity. It was a wonder how they survived as long as they did, yet perhaps they were prepared for the monsters unlike her people. Perhaps that’s why they haven’t found their cruel protector.

With a groan and her fingers brushing her forehead she snapped back to reality. Learning of their mission of the outpost. The missing scouts and the road, out there with the monsters. Well at least a part of her would be satisfied with the outcome. Yet Andrea could only ponder what the lord had in mind. The whispers echoed with some unreadiness and even as the monsters revealed themselves it seemed like they were not as ready as they seemed. Were they planning to run? Was that the meeting of the higher counsel? A plan to run, to live another day? “A guess that works well in our favor. Perhaps they can kill a few of those little beauties and we can collect another day.” Andrea offered a small sigh as she glanced towards the lord with a polite nod. “We will see it done. I promise that you will have your answers.” Andrea spoke a little softer with a noble smile as the memory still poisoned her further. With a little nod to her group she begins her own preparations.

Quickly fastening her grimoire tightly against her hip as she resets her cloak. Quietly Andrea drew a rune carved dagger, while her finger tips grazed the edge of the blade. “Sharp enough.” Andrea hissed to herself with a little nip from her finger causing a little wince, always hatting this part as she traced the runes with her crimson offering. The crimson offering was consumed with green fire until the blade hummed with newfound focus. Andrea took a small breath as her left eye begin shifting into the bright emerald. This time staying longer then just flashes of power, though with a little movement her hair blocked any sight of her left eye. Andrea pushed forward with a nod to the others. “Let’s get a move on you slow pokes.” Andrea offered a little humor while her right eye still burned a bright ruby red as she moved forward.

“This time. This time will be different.” Andrea whispered to herself as she moved towards the outpost as carefully as she can towards the location where the scouts were.

[The Kingdom:Fort Bael] ·:*¨❆༺ ❅ 𝔄 𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔶 ❅ ༻❆¨*:·

Character: Andrea Ashmourn
Status: Dreading

Andrea offered a small smile, a tiny smile that offered only understanding from another traveler of the road. Unworthy echoed in her mind as he made the joke, a little chuckle vibrated on her lips as she nodded her head. “Most definitely. Carries more mystery then exiled, at least.” She returned the little jest, finding some laughter of her cowardness. She listened carefully, nodding her head, still playing with his cards close to his chest. It was for the best. When money and life is on the line, you could never find who to trust in the game. Besides, she had no trust to offer for she didn’t trust herself with anything, and rather play it safe. “You will have my ear when you need to share.” Andrea’s ear twitched a little, watching him leave to meet the archer. “I wouldn’t put most thought into his charity. He seems young, and some lessons need to be learned the hard way. But I won’t stop you from looking.” Andrea laughed a little, her hand covering her lips as she listened to his remark about fighting.

“There’s an old saying, ‘Once you cross blades with someone, you know their heart.’ I didn't think I would see someone live out that old quote though.” She jested playfully, keeping the mood a little light as she watched him carefully. She could only listen to the way he learns the truth, not using secrets nor blackmail. Not reading in books or even having honest conversation. Just combat pure and true. Her mind drifted to the leader of the first rebellion. Keal, the champion of the pits. Always fighting with those who disagreed with him, and leading from the front. Inspiring, like a true hero who gave everything including his life to fight against his people’s cruel fate. It was something she always wanted to learn, to find truth with steel. Yet how can you fight someone that’s already a part of you?

Andrea's mind drifted onto the question as she rubbed her heart a little, feeling a little warmth from the energy flowing. She would receive no answers. When Andrea heard him call out she laughed a little as she offered a little bow towards him. “And to you as well, Axol the Unworthy. Prepare yourself well.” Andrea teased in good fun, but also a little warning. As the voices echoed in her mind again, fighting for control. For awhile she let the smile rest on her lips before her eyes shifted into the hue emerald green. Crossing her arms in defiance as she fully turned to face the forest.

“There are more trusting ways to make friends, Andrea.” Andrea rolled her eyes as she returned to her sulking against the stone. Yet the voice continued to press and prod. “He is called the Unworthy for a reason, he has shame and guilt that rest on his lips, but drowns all of that with a few dozen bottles of ale. He doesn’t trust you and you don’t trust him. So let’s cut down to the simplest form. Loose the mortality sh*t and let them all die.” Andrea scoffed bitterly as she clenched her teeth. About to argue but the voice continued. “You think Auren hand picks out his soldiers? No he takes everything and uses it to his benefit. We don’t have the luxury to pick. We have to fight fire with fire.” Andrea gasped a little, grasping at her chest feeling the energy flowing hotter as the voice continued to prattle. “Let the power surge Andrea. Stop resisting it.”

For a moment Andrea breathed in and out. Her mind unraveled for a moment longer, until she sat back up. Growling to herself as she shaked her head. “I will resist it and you for as long as I can. Until you prove to me that you are helping us. We protect the bastion and you get the first soldiers for our army.” She spoke defiantly glaring at the air with her ruby eyes, and slowly started to choke. Feeling the pressure against her throat tighten, until it stops completely letting her catch her breath.

“I don’t like it when you are defiant. Yet perhaps you are right, I haven’t proven the power yet. So when the next battle comes, I will take over and deal with the monsters. From there you can see the results for yourself.” Andrea breathed heavily for a moment longer before green energy crackled from her neck, allowing her to breathe regularly. As Andrea nodded solemnly in agreement of the one sided deal. With only the wind as the main voice echoing between her hears she stared at the forest. Waiting and dreading until the monsters appear.

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[The Kingdom:Fort Bael] ·:*¨❆༺ ❅ 𝔄 𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔶 ❅ ༻❆¨*:·

Character: Andrea Ashmourn
Status: Guarded but Curious

Andrea listened to the sober man’s response with a curious look, but a small chuckle escaped her lips at his explanation of wishing harm and what not. It was a sentiment that she shared the night prior, though she was a little taken back from seeing the sober side of him. Yet as he explained that he wanted more than just the average share, she raised her eyebrow. The gold would be enough for him to drink, eat and sleep whenever he pleased. Despite that, Andrea learned that the drink was either for celebration or forgetting to everyone except for her. The drink gave the voices a greater chance to speak for themselves. So there had to be a better reason for needing more money than the average sell sword. Debts seemed to be the obvious answer, but perhaps there was something more than that.

“I understand the sentiment, Axol. You are correct, they are different. One's wishful thinking, the other, is methodical planning. I am glad you are hoping for my downfall, you can join the others in a very, very long line of hoping for my downfall.” Andrea teased slightly with a playful smirk growing on her lips, he was much more tolerable sober than drunken. Though she needed to be twice as guarded with him, if the drunken side of Axol was able to notice something before the hints. The sober side of him must be more perspective than he seemed to be. Andrea continued to stare towards the forest for a moment longer for a moment before hearing his agreement and him regaling of drunken singing. She chuckled again slightly, eyeing him a little.

“That’s good to hear. Though I can’t promise that I would stop you from singing away your sorrows. I will try, however. To make it fair between us, you keep my confession and I will do my best to stop your singing.” Andrea smiled softly, glancing towards him with her hands resting on her hips as she listened, noting his demeanor. The faint little smile that gracefully ghosted his lips, it was something she was curious about. Crossing out one of the possibilities for the need of more gold. Yet when he offered his sympathy and shared he would have been the first to go, she frowned slightly. Casting her gaze back towards the outskirts of the forest.

“You wouldn’t be the first to charge against injustice.” Andrea's voice softened a little, her gaze lowered for a moment longer. Her mind thinking of the clashing of swords and cries of dying men, the glint of armor that her brother wore as he raged out. His white hair flowing as he held the line, the flashing of his swords being colored in crimson, and the hissing sound of arrows pricing through his body. The light fading from his eyes as she locked eyes with him, offering a kind smile before crumbling to the ground. Andrea shakes her head, removing the thought as she crosses her arm. “Though if you truly feel that way, I admire your effort. You would make a good Revan warrior.” Andrea smiled a little, still saddened but the voices whispers relieved some of that weight.

Instead she listened to his words of not being accepted by his own people. The hate of being what he is, though it is curious on what he had done. She knew there were jobs that people despised others for, but unsure to feel bad for him or skeptical of what he had done. She recounted his mentions for a moment before offering a sympathetic nod. “You have my sympathies, and my curiosity on why you were despised. Though I understand if you don’t wish to tell. We both have scars and secrets kept close to our skin.” Andrea nodded a little as the sinister voice whispered softly towards her. “We could pay him. He has muscle and hopefully the skill to prove the sword. Then when he falls, we could bring him back time and time again.” Andrea shake her head, fully turning towards him offering a kind smile.

“There is no need for forgiveness. It sounds like you need to speak your mind, with someone who knows at least a small portion of what you feel.” Andrea smiled and her smile turned into a small laugh as she heard his little jest. “I prefer you sober Axol. It shows you are honest and hold scars inside your heart. You seem like a decent person. Instead of a drunken sellsword.” Andrea offered her two cents with a little smile. The voice scoffed in annoyance. “You are clever darling. But words are meaningless, we need action to prove his words. He is still on the table.” Andrea glanced towards the outside knowing that she craved the path to the other voices before glancing towards him fully.

“I hope you will remember our talk when you drown your sorrows again.” Andrea jested with a small smile as she glanced towards him. “I don’t think our companions would appreciate it if we fought again, myself included.” turned back to the forest, watching the snow for a moment longer before she spoke up her mind. “My title is Andrea the Exiled. What is your title? If, you don’t mind me prying?”