Private Oath

[Adron Malvern]

WINTER'S SONG​

Tags: Freyu Molidias ​

"Upon the world of Illyria an oath represents a contract that binds a person's very being. Heart, soul, body and mind. There are two kinds of people on my planet. Oathkeepers and Oathbreakers. A man who keeps his oath will always have a place in the histories of our world. A man who breaks his oath will find he has broken faith with something far greater than he could never imagine." - King Adron Malvern
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Protection. If anyone wished to have a legacy that extended well beyond their living years then that legacy would need to be protected. The idea and the bodies that held that idea. Nothing was more important to Adron Malvern than protecting that which he had created. When first formulating the Garde des Rois he handpicked his chosen guardians as strictly as the disciples of a prominent deity. However, there was more to be said for those you could come across in the known galaxy. There would always be warriors eager to serve and prove themselves, for all men were motivated to serve. Some served for credits, some for honor, and some merely because their lives had never known anything other than service.

That was why he had enlisted the aid of some prominent nobility on the world of Illyria. He asked them a single question. Who could produce the most valued mercenaries in the galaxy? Often the question was answered with the Mandalorians. A breed of helpless children who believed war a game and death a simple toll. They were mindless barbarians, nothing more than a savages wet dream. After the Mandalorians who were next? Rodian Warriors? Wookie Brutes? Assassins from the distant world of Anzat? Each suggestion was met with as much scrutiny as the last until finally the King turned his nose up to all those on his world.

At least, that was before an elder statesmen from the other side of Illyria made a single suggestion. An old man, years past the point where his life should have been snuffed out, came to the King with a humble demeanor telling of a fabled warrior. A being of decent on the world of Pantora. This woman, was a woman of singular focus and commitment. A warrior content to swear herself for the correct price. It was no easy task for Adron Malvern to track down Freyu Molidias . Were it not for her more telling features, the galaxy could have hidden her away from him. However, that was not the case, the spies from Illyria found the woman in only a few months and quickly dispatched diplomats to bring her before the King.

The Royal Hall had been cleared for the meeting. After all, who the King took into his employ was of no concern to the High Court or the representatives of the people. No, this was an internal matter that only The Crown needed to have knowledge of.

The hall was elegantly decorated as always. Large pillars of duracrete spanned from the ground to the ceilings, cradling twin sets of viewing levels on either side of the main spine. Although the viewing decks were emptied for the moment they were often filled with the various members of the Court who were not so prominent that they would be on the same level as the Monarchy. From the second level fell amethyst banners, thin and embroidered with gold and silver designs. At the end of the hall was a half-moon dais. Three steps that raised a pair of throne-chairs. Crafted of a black obsidian and jeweled with amethyst crystals they were beautifully designed.

The hall was mostly empty. There was a single rug that spanned from one side of the hall, leading down to the throne. On either side of the rug were twenty soldiers. The Illyrian Royal Skirmishers, clad in off-white and golden armor. Each man stood as still as a statue, clasping their shields tightly against their chest while the tips of their vibroblades were planted firmly in the ground.

The King sat in his own throne beside the vacant one that seated his royal cohort. The entire hall built around him seemed to be a reflection of the man himself. He wore an ebony suit with golden flourishes designed down the left sleeve and over his shoulder. His eyes were purple orbs that gazed out certainly. When finally the King spoke to one of the few men at the side of his throne, his voice was like wine poured over a songsteel dagger. "Bring in our guest. I would see this woman with my own eyes and judge her worth." He declared to the hall. One of the Officials, wearing a simple black robe over a slate suit, nodded at the man before turning out of the throne room to retrieve the woman.​

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[Freyu Molidias]

Tag: Adron Malvern

Memories of chilled corridors crept into her mind as she was escorted to the Royal Hall. After the trials to prove her worth the home of her ancestors welcomed her in, the heart of House Molidias and academy for the instruction of her breed. But this wasn't Iceborn Manor. It was the house of a king, or so called, who sought the service of a loyal dog. Her strength would be at his disposal if he was found worthy. Fidelity, such a prized resource, was terrifying when weaponized. She was taught that a contract wasn't a casual affair nor loyalty easily sworn, instructions which Freyu held on to without sway.

The giantess rolled her shoulders as she waited outside the Hall. She took inventory of her appearance, adjusting the alchemized clasps which strung across her chest to tether the furred cape on her shoulders. Accustomed to partial stares and wayward glances the woman ignored the anxious look of the retainer near her. His head barely rose past her hip, and as she adjusted the hem of her sleeve she rested an elbow on him. His temperature rose several degrees. No one said the events before a contract couldn't be casual...or mischievous.

As the doors of the Hall were opened she resumed her former stance with back straight and a natural air of well-earned pride about her. Her face was neutral as she strode forward, a gleam of predatory eyes betraying her glance toward the guards in front of the crescent dais. Silence from the viewing decks was so loud she didn't bother casting a look in their direction, and kept her eyes focused then on none other than him. He looked young for a king, his apparent youth a firm disqualifier if not for the darker presence which ebbed from him.

"Majesty," her voice projected with a cold timbre as she bowed, "your summons is an honor, I thank you. But diplomats have told me you seek a contract. Does the king wish a Warden," she gestured loosely toward the skirmishers, "or another mere soldier?"

 

[Adron Malvern]

OBJECTIVE​

Tags: Freyu Molidias ​

Finally she showed herself. The woman who stood before the King of Illyria was something of a marvel in her own right. When she spoke, the King was silent for a moment as his eyes gazed out at her with a deep judgmental gaze. He had a still expression about him and he did not seem offput by the massive beast of a woman that was before him. If anything, it was something of a rarity to see a warrior so large on a planet composed mostly of humans and a few humanoid alien species. When he did finally break his silence, his voice overtook the hall in a single word. "Welcome." He said, standing from his seat upon the throne.

When the woman gestured to the soldiers standing before her, Adron found some distaste in her words. His eyes held an amused glint that turned from one of his men to another before finally the eyes settled upon the chilled blue skin of his guest. "Nothing on Illyria deserves to be called mere."

"However, no. I did not bring you here because I seek to take you into the service of the Royal Army. No, from what I hear your talents are best suited elsewhere." He said, moving down the steps of the dais and making his way over to the woman. He turned away from the woman and instead made a gesture for her to follow him towards the side of the room. Once they had stepped away from the throne, Adron waved a hand at a glasteel window that had been covered with an ebony shade. Through the subtle pull of the Force the shade retracted into it's host, revealing a beautiful view of Azurine City.

"I brought you here because I need a warrior who can protect this." He said with an even, unrevealing tone. "This city, these people, and this world were once very different. Poor, disadvantaged, weak. It is likely within one hundred years all organized society would have crumbled and the galaxy would never have even heard the name of Illyria." The King seemed to smirk at the thought, before turning his eyes to Freyu expectantly. "I need a warrior to protect the future of Illyria and the future of Illyria lies in the safety of the Royal Family and our vision." Adron's eyes glanced out of the window for a spare second longer before turning back towards the throne, this time his pace was slow as he kept his hands clamped behind his back. "Your martial prowess would serve my House well. Not only in its implementation but in the reputation you will carve under my service. The people need symbols of power and respect to cling to, they bring them hope in times when the galaxy has robbed them of all else."

"Choose to serve me and I will see to it you are handsomely rewarded. Title, rank, wealth, women, men, whatever you would have I will provide. You need only kneel and swear an oath of honor to me." He said, as they finally returned to the steps of the throne, his lips curling into a smile as he looked past the woman.

"...and pass my test." He proclaimed. ​

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