@etienneulven location: Aventia notes: in which we're gonna write Etienne getting captured
The anguished screams of the darkspawn were a lot to take in, but the dhampir suffered the relentless, tortured wails of the Dark One’s army as the Kossith continued to mill about the city of Aventia below. Not too long ago, Alucard had failed miserably in his charge to try and defend the city, failed to lead an expedition in the mountains to find the root of the army’s intelligence - but fortunately Riandur had been there to pick up where the legionnaire fell short. It comforted Alucard that while he settled into silence, he did not share in his suffering alone.Â
Etienne, at his side, had fought this losing battle as well. Now foreign warriors made taking back Aventia seem simple, the legion of the dead was known for taking an any means approach - but the Kossith bordered on cruelty. If it was even possible to feel sympathy for something like a darkspawn, the screams of these mindless creatures were enough to invoke something akin to pity. The dreadnought in the harbor, the lingering occupation, Alucard did not like it, but it was not the legion’s job, or place, to involve themselves in politics.Â
“They made it look easy.” Was all Alucard said instead, no small amount of bitterness in his voice. Again, he thought about Veilcrest, about the innovations born from Progress Day - the weaponry that was promised couldn’t come quickly enough. The Last Battle demanded it.
