The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
New gifted family of Lorendale added to the Families of Importance, the Decarlos!
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Danior had finished meeting with the drivers and his ambassador. He had laid out his plans, he had spoke on what he wanted to do. On what he thought was best. He was going to move into Coheed when he felt the time was right. No one could stop him. In fact, it seemed like several of the drivers were on board with his plan. Some of them more so than others, as some of them wanted to move now. But that was not his thoughts. He wanted to wait a little. Train those from the caravans on combat who wanted to come. Let all of the caravans recover. Get the ones ready who were staying behind for winter, and also get the ones moving forward ready.
But there were others who made it sound like they would be leaving a lot sooner. Danior had already gotten the heads up from a few other Dresmondi on Arlo and his thoughts. And while Danior understood, and would not stop him, he did want to make sure that his thoughts were explained out completely to the driver of Dijila before he moved into Coheed now. “Arlo,” He called out when he spotted the blonde.
Arlo was not in the business of planning an invasion. Sure, train and be prepared to defend, that bit was important. Making Coheed pay was on his mind, but not the biggest concern. He would rather fetch back what was taken, then muscle his way out of it if he had to.
No one was going to get asked to go with him, at least not as Arlo planned it. He'd make sure that his friends and family were taken care of. He'd make sure that his people knew what was going on, that he wasn't just running away. If they wanted him to keep leading them when he came back, cool. If not, also cool. Arlo didn't try to hide his plan, but he wasn't encouraging anyone to join. The only person he felt he should bother really talking to was probably Jaskier.
Actually, Arlo didn't have much of a plan. Etta had made a pretty big point about that one, which was the entire reason he waited until Adhla caught up and they had the meeting. Otherwise, he would've been in Coheed already. The plan wasn't much improved. Maybe Jaskier was good at making plans like that. Where would he even go find his friend? Either way, the important part was that he couldn't just stay.
The cogs in Arlo's brain were moving much too fast for much to make sense when Danior's voice interrupted them. He stopped and turned to face The One.
Danior and Menowin approached him as he slowed, hearing his name questioned in the air between them. Arlo had a big heart. For the driver of the Dijila caravan, it almost didn't seem to fit and yet it made total sense. Dijila and Adoi were the combat caravans. They were the ones that were more trained and skilled to handle Coheed. They probably saw the most fights and death when it came to outsiders causing them hardships.
"Can we talk? Before you leave?" He asked. His dark eyes moving between Arlo and his dyr.
Even though Arlo usually kept a map in a bag that was often slung across his shoulder, it would help if he knew more precisely where on the map he currently was. He had a general idea where Coheed was, yet no clue of where in Coheed he was supposed to go. Ok so maybe this wasn't his brightest idea ever.
He sighed. Everyone wanted to talk. Maybe Danior would know, or maybe Danior would want to try and convince him to wait. It seemed like everyone was trying to do that lately. "Sure, about what?" Was there really anything else to say? People were so ready to preach to him that he was needed here, that he didn't need to go off the rails at Coheed, and they were all so willing to let Arlo sit by and wait it out.
Danior stared at him for a moment, letting the silence stretch out between them as he did. He knew that what he originally wanted to say was something that had been echoed in conversations he had with others. Even with their recent driver meeting. He stared at the blonde, watching him and letting out a breath, placing his hands on his hips and letting his head hang. “If you are going, what can I do to help you?” His ‘convincing’ had been during the meeting. He thought that maybe it be best to let everyone recover and train. Wait until Winter. But he was not going to stop him or anyone who wanted to follow him.
“I can help look over Dijila if needed. Though I’m sure someone would step up if you leave.” He tried to assure him. Lifting his dark eyes to meet him.
Even if he didn't know it, there was a level of selfishness in Arlo's motivations and there was a tinge of guilt that came with that. Even if he did find Kezia and bring her back, what would he do to get out of Coheed? Would that be enough to make up for all the rest of them? He hoped to every source of power in the world that it would, because Arlo didn't know where else he could pay penance for his failures.
"Can we spare Jaskier?" That was an honest question. Was Jaskier going to be more important to keep around than traipsing partially across a continent? Drivers were replaceable, sure some transition and a a little bit of a learning curve would happen, but he'd leave his old maps behind just in case. An ambassador on the other hand, one that the other kingdoms knew, one that knew cultures of different places, would it be worse if he didn't make it back? Sure Jaskier would get to make a choice, but Arlo already knew what Jaskier would say if this was suggested to him.
"I worry less about Dijila, they'll be ok if not better."
Danior gave a small shrug at his question. "Jaskier is valuable as an ambassador. But, I don't think he would take any of our words seriously if we asked him to not go." He told him. Danior wouldn't ask him, not after the fire he could see in his gaze when he heard others would go with him to get Kezia back. He was glad to not be doing it alone, at least from what Danior thought.
"A new ambassador will come forth if needed. But until then, we will watch the horizon for you all. Before you leave... please at least try and plan something together. You and Jaskier and whoever else seems to want to go. Stone seemed to be in as well." He said, clapping the blonde on the shoulder as he gave him a long look. "Be careful." And if Arlo didn't stop him, Danior would disappear into the sea of wagons to head for his own. He was sure he had a tongue lashing coming by a normally silent woman.