Théodred Heavenshield
Norbæn Véurr
Ilum - Iron Legion Pantheon
The days following Roxuli. The Iron Empire counted it's losses in the battle against the insurrection, as did the Legion Praetor as the numbers of the fallen fell across his deck in the aftermath. It is never easy to loose men in battle, their lives and deaths attributed to a cause and more so, orders issued by himself. All their families had been informed, with the usual lines of gratitude for their service and that they should be proud of their sons and daughters. Hollow words to their loved ones, even though intention was meant with sincerity. But the members of the Legion had vowed, declared oath to the service and did their duty and each one of them knew the risks, just as he did but Théo had to keep reminding himself of that fact too.
The nights is long and cold and empty.
His head turned from his pillow, his large blue eyes diving into the flames of the fire in the hearth still roaring strong and feeding the room with warmth. The hour had passed slowly after he feed the flames and crawled back into bed but sleep would not claim him. His mind too active with thoughts to be able to rest, thinking pass duty and service but settling of other things that matter. Like why? what is all this for? passed duty. Family of course, the protection of better galaxy as best one could provide, and loved ones.
But his loved ones were on the other side of the galaxy, his homeland of ice more radiant and majestic than the one he lives on. Ilum is beautiful in it's own right, but nothing compared to Midvinter. Nothing ever would. He need to go there soon, as soon as his roster cleared, and find his reaffirmation. He needed to spend time with his family before returning to duty once more.
Théo pulled back the sheets and covers, threw his legs over the edge of his bed and began to dress. Pulling on his trousers, and throwing a loose shirt across his back, he needed to get out of this room .. it is too cold and empty. Bare feet trod the cold marble floor as they took him to the common room in which the members of the Pantheon would gather to relax. He could busy himself with something there in hopes of tiring the mind, he doubted it though.
The days following Roxuli. The Iron Empire counted it's losses in the battle against the insurrection, as did the Legion Praetor as the numbers of the fallen fell across his deck in the aftermath. It is never easy to loose men in battle, their lives and deaths attributed to a cause and more so, orders issued by himself. All their families had been informed, with the usual lines of gratitude for their service and that they should be proud of their sons and daughters. Hollow words to their loved ones, even though intention was meant with sincerity. But the members of the Legion had vowed, declared oath to the service and did their duty and each one of them knew the risks, just as he did but Théo had to keep reminding himself of that fact too.
The nights is long and cold and empty.
His head turned from his pillow, his large blue eyes diving into the flames of the fire in the hearth still roaring strong and feeding the room with warmth. The hour had passed slowly after he feed the flames and crawled back into bed but sleep would not claim him. His mind too active with thoughts to be able to rest, thinking pass duty and service but settling of other things that matter. Like why? what is all this for? passed duty. Family of course, the protection of better galaxy as best one could provide, and loved ones.
But his loved ones were on the other side of the galaxy, his homeland of ice more radiant and majestic than the one he lives on. Ilum is beautiful in it's own right, but nothing compared to Midvinter. Nothing ever would. He need to go there soon, as soon as his roster cleared, and find his reaffirmation. He needed to spend time with his family before returning to duty once more.
Théo pulled back the sheets and covers, threw his legs over the edge of his bed and began to dress. Pulling on his trousers, and throwing a loose shirt across his back, he needed to get out of this room .. it is too cold and empty. Bare feet trod the cold marble floor as they took him to the common room in which the members of the Pantheon would gather to relax. He could busy himself with something there in hopes of tiring the mind, he doubted it though.
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