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It calls us back to who we truly are.
It seems the cold war between Bellum and Pergrande was finally starting to warm up, after all these years. Like many other politically involved nobles from Fiore, the Sinclairs had observed carefully from afar the fragile peace that had somehow managed to endure for roughly a decade, unsure for how long it would last before blood began to shed anew. In defense of both countries, it certainly lasted much longer than most people had likely expected. But now it seemed the time for action was upon them, with Bellum actively requesting the help of the Magic Council to protect their border, and thus calling upon Fiore and the Rune Knights. Serilda had wasted no time in making sure that several elite squads of Knight were dispatched to key locations along the border, sending word ahead of time to the Bellum commanders of where they could expect her troops.
But Serilda did not intend on watching from the safety of her military office. There was a lot that could be said of the Voidwalker, who was very much the epitome of a born and bred noble woman: proper and dignified, stoic, almost so emotionless at times as to seem cold, though she had gotten a bit warmer over the years. She was certainly a strict field marshal that expected a certain level of decorum and from her soldiers. That being said, she was not the type of noble or leader that sent warriors forward in the field to fight battles without her help. While she had been working on a quick plan to get effective squads orders to proceed to the border and engage, Mythal had been busy rounding up a squad of their own, the two of them intent on being directly involved in aiding their allied nation.
Once the deployment orders had been assigned and sent out for immediate delivery, Serilda quickly changed into her official field marshal regalia, electing to forego the basic duty uniform she typically wore on jobs in place of the formal blue, black, and white uniform that was more appropriate for the brink-of-official-war situation before them. With her trusted battle wolf Xiuhcoatl at her side, and the battle hungry nephilim Victoria absolutely buzzing in her head with anticipation, Serilda found Mythal and the group he’d gathered, which mostly consisted of individuals whom the marshal had not had the opportunity to work directly with or even formally meet yet. She knew little about Privates Xaclamir, Fulgur, or Wiggles except that Fulgur had come to the Rune Knights off a recommendation from former General Shane Stern after choosing to turn from his former life of crime. So far, his reports reflected that he was keeping up with that claim. Generals Grappa and Jellisha, however, she knew quite well, her and Mythal having quite literally raised the girls together like daughters and watched them very quickly evolve into young women and battle ready soldiers.
Without wasting any time, the small squad utilized one of the many magical tools from the Rune Knight’s assets that allowed them to instantaneously traverse from the headquarters in Era to the exact location in Bellum that they needed to go. From there, it was only a quick chat with the local commander of Bellum’s forces in that region to organize themselves and the six Knights were off, pushing across the border into Pergrande and directly into the fray of an active battle site teeming with Pergrande soldiers and Bellum mages alike. “Engage at will, but stay close,” Serilda informed the squad, knowing that each of them would work best for now as individual forces where they could utilize their magics and abilities freely. “If an enemy flees, do not chase them. Our only priority is securing this section of the border.” WIth the single, simple command issued, Serilda drew both of her scimitars, the holy silver blade of Moonlight glowing with a bright blue aura even as the unholy black blade of Malice sought to suck the light away from its immediate space. A quick scan of the battle grounds was all she took before leading the charge, surprising Pergrande and Bellum forces alike as the small group of Rune Knights poured out of the surrounding trees to support Bellum’s forces.