Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170422150319

After all the planning, the day finally arrived. Tormund had received his answers from his subjects and oddly enough he also received a letter from one called King Jakin.

"Is this letter serious?", the large King asked, incredulous.

"Aye, your Highness. The envoy is northpointer and the seal checks out...", Loktar replied.

"How the hell would Jakin know about what is going on here? Details and all?!", Tormund thunderously yelled.

"Keep reading, my King.", the orc said.

"Ah, so this is one of Vladir's sister little machinations. Poor sod.", Tormund commented after finishing up the letter, "But I must say, Lisbeth really came through with her promise. This is way more than I expected... Well, Loktar, warn the men that we'll have Northpoint guests and help to fight and finally end this annoying situation."

"As you wish, my liege.", the orc bowed and turned around to leave, but as he was about to disappear he heard something else.

"Ask my son to come meet me while you are at it, Loktar.", the big king added.

"Of course, your Highness.", Loktar nodded and disappeared.

...

"You called for me, father?", Balin asked.

"I did... what is this nonsense that you won't be fighting, Balin?", Tormund asked, clearly annoyed.

The younger breton's silence indicated that those words were something he wasn't expecting to hear.

"So, tell me. What is this nonsense?", the King asked again, rather impatiently.

"I...I can't fight, father. I'd die.", the young Prince answered in a low tone.

"What? You'd die if you fought? That is ridiculous, Balin, you are one of the best warriors I've ever seen!", the bearded King said, once again having a hard time believing what he was hearing.

"I can explain that, my Lord.", a female and unexpected voice came from behind the Prince.

"Fiandrael?", Balin let out.

"Who is this?", Tormund said, simultaneously.

"I am a farseer, my Lord... and your son's lover. I have seen his fate and he will perish in this battle against the vampires if he fights. He has seen it as well, I showed him.", the purple robed woman explained, "It is not cowardice, but self-preservation."

Tormund frowned, clearly frustrated and conflicted... perhaps even angrier than before.

"It is true, father. I have seen it and while the visions she has can be changed... it is not done easily.", Balin continued, "Fate must have its way and it will do everything in its power to do it. Fate is a very powerful thing, father and we messed it up already, so we can't know if anything would work. I am..."

"So...", Tormund interrupted, which made both Balin and Fiandrael hold their breaths, "You mean to tell me that you have a lover, huh?"

Tears ran down Balin's face, "Thank you, father."

"There is no reason to thank me, Balin. You are my son and there is nothing that I want more than see you burying me and not the other way around.", the King joked and got up to hug his son, "But I thank you, little woman... I must say, you are nothing like the farseers I met."

"Just protecting the man I love, my Lord.", ''he knew other farseers?! What are the odds?''!, she thought.

Tormund chuckled, "A Toreau in her heart already."