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Distracted from his conversation with the female half-elf, Blake looked up at the King. A battle? He would do as he was bidden, but he was uncertain how useful he would be. "Do wut yah want wit' me, Sah." He murmured despondently. He had failed once; he wasn't certain if he'd succeed this time.

There was a lot of yelling. It brought Sophie back to this world and if she was in a mood like she was before, she would have ignored it. But she'd come to her senses now. She had a task to complete and she couldn't risk anything right now. Carefully, she bandaged her hands and feet; sporting gloves and shoes after. Her head was cleaned but she left it unbandaged; the wound was closed so there was no need. She wiped her face, retied her hair and fastened the cloak around her shoulders. The door opened a smidge and she wedged herself out; not letting passer byers a glimpse of the rampage that had gone on inside.

The source of the commotion was found in time to see Alex punched. Her hands clenched and her teeth gritted for a brief moment in which she had to force herself not to come at the girl with all her fury. She didn't mean it against your Alex. She took a deep breath and then stepped into the middle of the quaffle. "The point of a war is not to fight each other," she called, loudly as she came in the middle of them. "I would trust you all to remember that." Secretly Alex was shot a look. It was a typical Sophie look; one that said she knew and she didn't like it. This was hard for her. She wanted to cling to Alex and let him do all the work but it didn't work that way. She had to break out of her shell. Just for this.

"A King on a battlefield is not a bad thing. We fight harder if he's there to protect. He fights harder because his life is in danger," she began to pace and perhaps if you knew her well enough you might notice a slight change in her tone; a difference to her posture. It was only tiny and could be put off to stress and fatigue but it was curious. She cleared her throat. "But it also warrants the danger of a giant light shining down on our Kingdom. If Mort is out there we will be targeted. He will be targeted. I don't doubt our ability to protect him. What I question is the cost. We don't know how many Kingdoms we will be up against; how many soldiers."

A look at Ofie, now as she remembered the threats made. One that was perhaps a little too personal. "However, threatening each other will only ensure our deaths. If that's what you want; by all means continue your little game. If not; I suggest we call a meeting with the King and talk it over."






[OOC: Please do not see Sophie's little 'hints' and instantly know everything lmao. You can think it's odd but don't attack her saying NOT ONE OF US. NOT ONE OF US. The hints are mostly because Amity!Sophie is incredibly shy and awkward and is related to Alex where as AU!Sophie is a lot more confident and wouldn't really care about Alex being punched or threatened. There's something she just can't disguise.]

For what felt like forever all he saw was her stricken expression looking up at him. Two pink eyes radiating concern, two hands clutching at him with need, one heart calling out to his and his lurching in response without fail. His expression softened and he opened his mouth to allay her fears about his death, when Mort realized there was noise still going on. Yes he should go for glory, no he shouldn't because his demise would be theirs, and then a scuffle happened between his champions, fight for him, take my life instead, stay behind, too dangerous to go out, but what about their safety -

"Stop." It was the first time since the madness began that Mort's voice had been raised, much less sound like the serious ruler he should have been. "Stop," he commanded again, less loudly but no less firmly as he shot Sin, Alex, and Ofelia a look. "I won't have squabbles when the final battle is at hand. Compose yourselves." Or, well, try your best, Alex.

Giving Belladonna's shoulder a squeeze, he turned to the rest and cleared his throat. "We stand at a fork in the road, my friends," he began. "The eve of battle, the calm before the storm, the final save point before a large set of doors. You've heard The Voice, you know what lies on the table. I have heard your requests and made note of them, but my decision is final: I won't sit idle in Om while my subjects fight. Not again."

Content to allow Belladonna to cling to his arm, the king used his other to gesture, his somber expression lightening just enough to let him smile briefly. "My own conscience cannot fathom sitting here, biting at my nails while you fight. I've held the controller - now I wish to be a player character fighting with you. And after all, what good would a King of Creation be if he needed to destroy those loyal to him to get his way?

"However . . ." Mort cast a glance to the faerie, then to his champions. "I understand your concerns about my health as well, as you should. Therefore, the plan will go as thus: The first wave will consist of Soldiers as shock troops to get the lay of the land as well as measure the other kingdoms' forces. They will be led by Moriko and Ofelia into battle. I will sit in council with the other champions to discuss the plan for my survival and will then join you soon after. Never send the healers in first, no?" Mort's mouth quirked.

"I have made promises to all of you - as simple as a story or as important as a home to return to - and I intend to keep them all. Fight today knowing that your king will be fighting alongside you, and that on this day of all days legends will be written and songs be sung of your heroism and sacrifice! This day we ride forward to recreate the world in our image!" he shouted with dramatic flair and a well-timed unsheathing of his sword.

It was first the moogles who cheered, though the rally quickly spread through the crowd standing witness to this moment, fists raised and mugs sloshing as the trees reverberated with the peoples' encouraging cries. A portal opened, soft green light inviting warriors to what would be their last battle.

Keel choked back a snort upon Solia’s song[?]. They gave their tail a gentle brush before getting themselves pumped up for the battle field.

Welp.

It was now or never. TO THE WAR FRONT! They’ll make the kingdom proud!

[ Exiting ]

Moriko watched as the Queen seemed to focus her attention elsewhere and then run to their King. The next few minutes were something of a turmoil for the Kitsune. There was the Voice again, demanding that the King either fight or sacrifice two pawns to spare himself. Had Moriko herself been a pawn she might have joined the masses offering themselves as saccrifice. Yet she shot a glance to Sigrun, terrified that the girl might try to offer herself as well. Luckily she stayed put, either too shocked to move or unwilling.

As a wave of relief swept over Moriko she returned her attention the King once again, curious to see what he would do. Even though the Queen pleaded for him to stay, it appeared that the King would be joining them in battle after all. And it looked as if Moriko herself would be leading the battle along with Ofelia. She looked the girl now, the one who had caught her not so long ago. Who would have thought that it would have all come to this.

Looking about her, Momo Called out to gather those near to her. As she spoke, she looked to Sigrun for support. "I know I have only been one of you for a short amount of time." She started out slowly, not one who was used to speeches. "However, I saw the Silver Kingdom crumble, I was there in the marketplace when the world I knew fell apart around me. I will never allow that to happen to this Kingdom as long as I still have breath in my body. I will do whatever our King asks and I will do it proudly. I will do my best to lead you all in battle and I would lay my life down for all of yours." She paused for a moment then, looking at anyone who had come to listen to her. Unsure of what else to say she gave a quick battle cry and charged towards the portal.

[Exit]

Ofelia continued her verbal tirade against him, naming him thief time and time again as though it were an insult, and Alexander simply rolled his eyes, and held both hands up in the air palm out and towards her, the generic gesture of 'I don't want to start any s**t here, calm your tits please'. This is what he got for giving his opinion? Before he had awakened, before he knew who he really was, he would have thought that Green would have more sense then to attack their own, especially just for speaking their mind, but he had a sore jaw to prove otherwise.

"Then we shall just have to agree to disagree." He stated, arching an eyebrow at the woman who now threatened him with bodily harm, all for trying to give the King council. "I merely wish for the King to make his decision based on all factors. This is how I feel. Oh, and the reason I was barely able to stand when I returned? Because I nearly killed myself bringing back as much miasma as I possibly could. It may have made the difference in which Kingdom fell, or it may not have. Either way, you're welcome" He finished, with a flash of teeth in a grin that did nothing to warm the look in his eyes.

Not really Ofelia, he had to remind himself, even as she acted so very much like the hunter that he had met on more then one occasion. Even her stance was almost the same. It was a little unnerving, but for the most part he couldn't have been less intimidated by her actions, because it simply was not real.

Sophie arrived on the scene, and at least she appeared to be herself...well, at least as much as she could be. The hints were subtle, but the look she gave him spoke volumes, and he gave her the smallest of nods in response. And then Julian said his piece, and inwardly Alexander sighed. It seemed the majority was on the side of having the King stay behind. Well, that certainly wasn't the most ideal situation but----

The King spoke, and with his words a new opportunity arose. It was so ideal that Alexander almost laughed out loud, but he held it back, though a large smile spread across his face.

"Of course my King! Whatever we can do to be of service to yo---" The Bard Solia's song cut through any words he had, choking them off and he turned to stare at her with wide eyes. Had she just suggested...? Oh yes, yes she had. If his face could have paled, it would have then, very uncharacteristic for the dhampire who would have normally laughed such a situation off or perhaps added to it in someway.

There had to be a way to save this situation.

"Well, I suppose that kind of service could be arranged as well!" And then he winked at the King. He had just made a very suggestive comment and winked at Mort

Notrealnotrealnotrealnotreal It had become like a mantra in his mind to help him get through this.

She was not totally certain sure what was going on, Belladonna had seemed even more worried and distracted when the king arrived. Sigrún could certainly understand this; the king had been kind and taken her and her friend in without a second thought. All around her people were wounded or out of sorts. Sig looked around slowly to all the taking in all the multiple things happening at once. While the nymph took everything in she had no idea where to start and to step into a situation.

And then…The Voice it boomed and spoke it’s demands of them. Sacrifices to save their king. Sigrún felt conflicted about this she wanted to protect their new king and home. However she always felt like you should try all other options first. If there was nothing left to exhaust …..then she would gladly lay her life down to protect these people. Plus Momo was giving her a look and she didn’t want to give her best friend a heart attack.

She smiled as King Mort named Moriko one of the champions leading the first group to the battlefield. Sigrún stood tall, smiled and took a place next to her friend as Momo began to encourage them to join her in this momentous task. As soon as Moriko charged off to the portal Sigrún followed her best friend through the portal.

[Exit]