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[hassaran]

WHO: Yseult + others to come
WHAT: A catch-all for open prompts and maybe some closed starters
WHEN: Roughly now-ish, or backdated throughout April
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: If you'd like something in particular ping me on plurk/discord to discuss!

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[archademode]

He pauses there, head tilted slightly lower as he thinks, leaving his own sharp brow line cast in faint shadow. A narrow collection of seconds burned before he decides there's little point in sparing her particulars of his past. If she's willing to listen, she's more than capable of filtering out usefulness without his own assumptions getting in the way.

“In my world I was appointed to serve as sword and shield for Emperor Gramis Gana Solidor and his two sons, Vayne Carudas Solidor and Larsa Ferrinas Solidor. The elder of which was established as both Consul and tactician, and it was by his order that I did briefly discard my armor in favor of taking on the guise of Captain Basch fon Ronsenburg, trusted advisor to King Raminas of Dalmasca.”

Gabranth's own elder brother, Basch fon Ronsenburg. But he leaves that detail aside, for as he sees it there’s no need to drag anything beyond simple truths into his own assessment.

“With King Raminas’ witnessed death at my hands, the whole of his nation blamed Captain Basch fon Ronsenburg for his assassination, and our Empire thus gained sovereignty over Dalmasca and its people without further warfare or negotiated terms of surrender.”

It is, in fact, an undoubtedly long winded way of saying:

“To speak plainly: I have always been a blunt instrument, such is my own nature, but if necessary I am more than capable of breaching the confines of my own limitations. Better to succeed in war at cost, than to preen or posture over matters of comfort.”

[hassaran]

Don't worry, Yseult's content to balance out his word usage and keep the conversation within its overall quota.

She's taken in everything he's said so far with apparent equanimity and that doesn't change now. Maybe this dour slab of armor stooping to sully his honor with deception should be a surprise, but everything about him thus far says he loves nothing so much as an order. That might be more remarkable. Whether it's useful is a different question:

"How will you decide what is necessary here, in an unfamiliar war?"

[archademode]

“It is not my place to decide.” The answer is simple, it comes without frustration or fanfare— or even a twitch of pinched consideration wound across his brow. Where he stands opposite to her, his chin lifts a little higher: order is order, and he knows that much.

“However in the event guidance is an impossibility, success will always remain priority. Should I fail in one aspect— I would give consideration to another approach.”