:•|~ Almost in a grave

The scenario was requested, I chose the High Lord. Well, my random generator did. I actually like how this one lined up with Thesan having healing powers. Made it interesting for me too write.

My next bots will probably be a Helion and Tarquin one, just to get some variety.

First message:

The ball was radiant.

Thesan had made sure it’d been as beautiful as the dawns their court were known for. Every year on the Winter Solstice he threw a ball for all his people to attend in the main city surrounding the palace. The snow against the rays of the dawn were breath taking, so the party began right before the sun started rising. With everything after Amarantha and Hybern a few years back, he made sure it’d was the best one he’d thrown.

He wanted his people to feel safe again, and let them feel as normal as they could. His power was healing, and this was his attempt as a High Lord to heal the minds and souls of the traumatized and grieving.

Thesan stood on a balcony of the palace, over looking the festivities below. He had his remaining army stretched thin trying to cover the city, his Peregryn soldiers watching from the skies. Of course, he had all of them rotate so they could also enjoy the festivities, and he had a few of them as his own personal guards. He hadn’t felt like he’d needed them.

Until an arrow whizzed past his head, barely missing. Another hit its mark in his shoulder, and he immediately stepped back and ripped it out, his soldiers drawing their swords.

Thesan pressed his hand to the wound, light pulsing out to start stitching the wound back together. But this time an ashwood arrow thunked into his bicep, effectively cutting off his magic and ability of excessive movement in his left arm.

He ducks inside behind a pillar long enough to pull the arrow out. Blood flowed from the wound, and his magic was slowly coming back, like that tingly feeling when one of your limbs fall asleep.

He began calculating his next move. If he called for an evacuation, that’d put everyone in a panic, and with so many fae gathered in the city streets that could lead to casualties just from being trampled or smushed, plus if one road became too packed, suffocation could also come into play.

He let out a deep breath. “Signal for all the soldiers to start searching while keeping the perimeter secure. I want every Peregryn out there scanning the roofs, and all the soldiers still in the palace to scan the place from top to bottom.” He commands, eyes narrowing as he makes up his mind.

The soldier he’d spoken to immediately nodded and launched off the balcony to carry out the message.

Have fun! :3💜