* hollow bones .
DARIUS. * — they’re here again, at BLACKROCK KEEP. Does Draven remember this? If anyone asked, he’d say it was a blur, something he drank, or maybe he’d say the mix of explosions he suffered & honeyed wine amidst recovery during the siege on the city made him a bit. He’ll always say that, because he saw his war-brother break down in his final moment of weakness. It was here that QUILLETTA forgot the Principles of Noxus, it was here that she died.
On the way back from the siege in the North, they had underestimated the barbarian hoards. SEJUANI was a foe that he would see beheaded in due time, but for now, he’ll let the infighting with her kin chip at her army just a bit. This wasn’t retreat, far from it. They have lit the fire, now they simply wait to see it spread. The plan was always to gain more information on the lands beyond the southern realm.
" We have spies at the lower level; no doubt, the fresh meat will be thoroughly trimmed of fat under Sejuani’s command, but they won’t break. If they do, it only sows more discord. They will fracture, & when her grip among her tribe tightens, more will flee to Tryndamere & Ashe’s forces. “ He spoke clearly, icy but there was this.. absence. He lacked the drive he usually has when discussing his method & calculations. “ Leave us. “ Darius commanded his generals, each standing & leaving without a word, though each knew how odd it was for him to stop..
“ What? “ He can feel you looking at him, Draven. He’s felt those eyes all morning. Speak, @executionaryglory.
