PSL with Morgan and Bernadetta!
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howtoendawar[Truthfully Morgan wasn't sure of the particulars of how this war had even broken out, something about a land claim dispute between a couple of noble houses that sat directly on the border between Ylisse and the Adrestian Empire and negotiations went south, soldiers were brought in to back up their respective claims and the next thing anybody knew a couple of small skirmishes had led to an all out battle with the Imperial army. And truthfully Morgan wasn't really that concerned about the particulars anyways, a chance to improve as a tactician wasn't something he was going to turn down and he'd never backed down from a fight before!
Perhaps fortunately though the war had been focused largely around a few particular territories, leading some to believe that the situation could be resolved without having to escalate into a full blown war of conquest, but there was one particular battle that would prove absolutely critical despite being a fairly small battle in the grand scheme of things. Another territorial skirmish with the Knights of House Varley, and one in which Morgan had become suddenly reminded that he'd been taking their archers entirely too lightly. Stationed in a small fort up upon a hill a band of archers believed to be led by Count Varley's daughter had given Morgan's own forces no end of hell, an arrow whizzing uncomfortably close past his head more than once despite the considerable distance to close with the formal House Knights poised to intercept any attempts at flanking the fort. But an experimental push up along the hill had led to a sudden development as the knights unexpectedly withdrew after taking only minimal losses, for reasons he as of yet didn't understand.
Taking advantage of the panic and confusion within the fort at their reinforcements suddenly retreating Morgan had seized the upper hand and successfully rushed the fort, claiming it in a mercifully short battle, albiet one in which the Count's daughter had managed to plant an arrow firmly into Morgan's side before being violently subdued. At the end of the battle though, despite seemingly being poised to run her through he had shifted his stance at the last second, swinging past her and missing on purpose before suddenly bringing the hilt of his blade down onto her head, knocking her cold rather than carrying out a fatal blow.
... and that brings us to the present moment, Bernadetta unconscious in a small but not uncomfortable bed in a makeshift field-infirmary the Ylissean army had set up, medical supplies neatly organized and put away as two guards stood outside the tent, Morgan himself sitting at a nearby table and quietly reading a book. When told she would likely regain consciousness soon he had requested to be present, thinking it would be best if he got to talk to her first. Only thing left to do now was to simply wait.]
Perhaps fortunately though the war had been focused largely around a few particular territories, leading some to believe that the situation could be resolved without having to escalate into a full blown war of conquest, but there was one particular battle that would prove absolutely critical despite being a fairly small battle in the grand scheme of things. Another territorial skirmish with the Knights of House Varley, and one in which Morgan had become suddenly reminded that he'd been taking their archers entirely too lightly. Stationed in a small fort up upon a hill a band of archers believed to be led by Count Varley's daughter had given Morgan's own forces no end of hell, an arrow whizzing uncomfortably close past his head more than once despite the considerable distance to close with the formal House Knights poised to intercept any attempts at flanking the fort. But an experimental push up along the hill had led to a sudden development as the knights unexpectedly withdrew after taking only minimal losses, for reasons he as of yet didn't understand.
Taking advantage of the panic and confusion within the fort at their reinforcements suddenly retreating Morgan had seized the upper hand and successfully rushed the fort, claiming it in a mercifully short battle, albiet one in which the Count's daughter had managed to plant an arrow firmly into Morgan's side before being violently subdued. At the end of the battle though, despite seemingly being poised to run her through he had shifted his stance at the last second, swinging past her and missing on purpose before suddenly bringing the hilt of his blade down onto her head, knocking her cold rather than carrying out a fatal blow.
... and that brings us to the present moment, Bernadetta unconscious in a small but not uncomfortable bed in a makeshift field-infirmary the Ylissean army had set up, medical supplies neatly organized and put away as two guards stood outside the tent, Morgan himself sitting at a nearby table and quietly reading a book. When told she would likely regain consciousness soon he had requested to be present, thinking it would be best if he got to talk to her first. Only thing left to do now was to simply wait.]
Sorry this took me so long!
Date: 2019-09-08 09:20 pm (UTC)It's unfortunate that for such a shy and solitary person, she actually is fairly proficient with an arrow. Even her father, the most critical man in the entire Varley territory (and probably a couple neighbor territories, as well), acknowledges that she can hold her own in battle if need be. Any other type of acknowledgement of her is purely negative, of course, but it's something Bernadetta has strived to cultivate and make her own. After all, if she can do a good job at protecting their territory, then perhaps that will show her father that she's not completely hopeless.
Sadly, it seems that all her hopes have been dashed when she opens her eyes to find herself in a strange, unfamiliar room. And oh, goddess, does her head hurt...
With a soft groan of pain, Bernadetta carefully sits up and cradles her face in her hands. She takes in slow, deep breaths through the aching pain and speaks to herself, as if trying to give herself a pep talk. ]
Ohh, come on now, Bernie, no matter how much you want to just go to sleep, you need to get yourself up and out of this mess...
[ It seems she's yet to notice the other person in the room, much less the full extent of her current predicament. ]
No worries! c:
Date: 2019-09-08 09:36 pm (UTC)Did they think there was an additional force maneuvering around them? Was it simply an error in communication somewhere in the chaos of battle? His train of thought was derailed when he heard a soft voice from the bed though, eyes widening as he suddenly lowered his book.]
Oh! You're awake! Are you feeling alright? I, er, should probably apologize for how hard I hit you back there...
[Perhaps it might have been better to not give himself away as the one she'd been battling, but honesty was sort of how he rolled. Also, not really thinking too much about what he's saying.] Iii really hope I didn't give you amnesia or anything or this is gonna be really awkward.
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Date: 2019-09-09 10:09 pm (UTC)[ The sudden voice in what she thought was a solitary space had Bernadetta screaming in abrupt terror. It hasn't dawned on her quite yet what her predicament is - but she's intelligent enough to know that she does not not like the idea of someone standing over here while she sleeps.
So instead of giving him a (read: normal) answer, she grabs the nearest item she can - which so happens to be her pillow - and flings it across the room at Morgan. ]
Take that, evil fiend!
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Date: 2019-09-11 01:08 am (UTC)"Lord Morgan, is everything alrig-"
No everything's good! Nothing I can't handle, haha! [As he attempts to play it off like their captive didn't just bounce a pillow off his head. Glancing at each other the two guards return to their posts, Morgan bending over to pick his pillow up off of the floor before cringing slightly, clutching his side for a second.]
O- ow, yep, nope, that still hurts...