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The Fool grinned as The Hierophant was chosen, laying a hand upon her back, briefly, to convey a number of emotions at once: encouragement, an alliance, excitement.

She had a duty that was calling to her: a tower to climb, a treasure to steal, knowledge to gleam.

Briefly, The Fool caught the eye of her king, bowing her head in acknowledgement. He had given to her a number of tasks, in the past, to track down deserters and traitors, those who valued their heart over their kingdom.

A grin crossed her black lips, shifting into something wide and stretched. The shadow did not leave for the tower, not yet. She wanted to observe the others, first.

There were more Silvers than just the one and Maple felt rather bad for not finding them outside as she had this strange fellow, escorting them to her liege to become warriors like herself. But the Shadowlord knew of them, of course, and was able to bring them forward himself. But, she still felt bad .. as if taking up the task herself.

"You p-probably have much to offer," she replied back to Uru with reassurance in her red eyes. When they had gotten to the top, already one of the other Silvers was presenting themselves for the change; why else would he not want others, he had chosen her and so many were more suited for the job.

Maple raised a black and shadowed hand and placed it gently on Uru's forearm, in a gesture of good faith and well.. to push him along. "G-go, we have t-tasks to complete for our liege."

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Terrified, Shenny listened to The Voice: it was so strong the entire foundation of the Black Tower was trembling, as the echo of its words seemed to reach every single corner, every wall in the King's castle. Yet, the voice was soft and appealing, and somehow flattering: it was very different from her Lord's speech, the only one she thought had a power over her. For a brief moment it was speaking, for a few seconds she was hearing the words she felt very different, as if smt new inside her was born, or something lost long time ago was finally recovered.... she felt full and important, but them the Voice disappeared, and she was in the dark reality of her kingdom again. The King, Her King was speaking, and it was calling her, and she finally had an opportunity to prove her usefulness, and she should hesitate no longer. She bowed to her king, smiling happily and having to use all her willpower to restrain from kissing the edge of his mantle.

...if only she were more free, if the King hadn't had such a power over every single creature in his domain Shenny might have thought about the effect the Voice made over her Lord, she could question herself, if the kings of the kingdoms themselves could be no more than pawns in somebody's else hands, yet, in current circumstances, such thoughts won't cross her mind.

She was hurrying up to prove, as she had some job to do now.

((Enter))

Jericho was feeling pretty damn good after having faced the crumbling silver tower. He had only received a couple of scratches and he had managed to bring back some miasma as well.

He was more than confident that their kingdom will prevail. Darkness will reign.

And so he plopped himself into a chair and lounged back.

Good times. Good times.

[[ENTERING]]

The Hierophant was in exceptional spirits when she created a portal to take her back to the kingdom, humming loudly to herself even as she took a seat opposite of the dragon-Shadow.

"A good hunt, I take it." Her eyes gleamed with amusement, traveling over the other's form in search of any sign of damage. Herself, well, she was rather dusty, but entirely unharmed. Luck had been on her side, and somehow, her wounds had miraculously been healed.

Not to mention she'd gathered a nice quantity of Miasma for the kingdom. The King certainly couldn't be displeased with that!

"A grand haul, if I say so myself." Nevena grinned in return, her shadowy face cracking open wide to reveal sharp teeth. Still, it wasn't an unfriendly smile. "I could have gotten more, perhaps, but I didn't see the point in risking it all when I could make off with what treasures I had gotten."

One leg folded over the other, and she was certainly preening to herself. With any luck, The Fool would return before too long, and Justice as well.

"I don't think we've met. I am The Hierophant, or Nevena if you'd prefer."

The Shadow tipped back her head and practically crowed at that, clapping her hands together. "Fortune! Oh, that does bode well. It's a pleasure, Fortune. You are a Dread Herald, yes?"

Good. Plenty of soldiers to do battle. If they all proved to be competent, herself included, then she saw no reason why their kingdom could not prevail. And when that happened, well...

"It is too early to tell, but what say you of our chances?"

"Good!" The Hierophant's fist pounded against the arm of her chair with approval. "There is nothing more disgraceful than one that does not see the strength in their position!" She, herself, would have preferred the position just under their mighty King, but she was not a fool: she had been given a great gift by being appointed to the rank of Dread Cleric.

"You are wise, Fortune, and that will serve us well if the other Heralds are half as clever as you." It was fact rather than flattery. Nevena liked to see the bigger picture, and of the two Heralds she'd met so far, she'd liked both of them. Three, in fact, considering The Fool was one as well1

"And we shall serve the one True King." She leaned back with an air of satisfaction. Glorious!