Mallorie Non'Elle
Mallorie grumbled as she stepped over the corpses of the Freya forces, some of them rendered to a pile of dust, "Pssht- serves them right, they were made from dust, and shall die in dust." she crouched down to one of the piles, scrounging around in the cloths and equipment looking for anything of use, she didn't find much. In the back of her mind she was proud, the justified malice almost tickled her like a child to a mother's cake. She was almost surprised she endured no injuries. She either fought really ignorant fighters, or she was that good- she decided to go with her second choice. The one thing that concerned her was the fact she was forced to use her vampiric powers in a time or another, not to mention she basically shown her entire face, I mean- who needs a disguise in combat? She played around with her Epee, twirling it around as her wrist twisted to give the blade that pin-wheel-esque feel. Of course through the battle cut here and there, who wouldn't have a blade skim their cheek? For fun she slammed her boot in one of the piles of dust, chuckling as she watched the powdered corpse saunter the air. Her train of thought carried on. "Wonder what this'll mean for the nobles now? Do we still have our lands? Companies? Would be an awful shame if I were to lose the barony I inherited- not that it is big- but still..." A man came up to her, white robes and a sack clinking with glass, "Allo mizz, vhat are you doing amongst ze carnage?" Mallorie glared at the approaching man, "I'm really just awing and wooing about bodies I dropped, and loot I picked from the bodies." the supposed Alt-Regalian replied, "You helped wiz ze attack on ze palace?" Mallorie nodded in reply, "Oui... It was kinda fun- and bloody, I'm honestly pretty lucky I lived, close calls here and there." the Alt-Regalich man replied, "Ah~.. I helped ze people out of the streets, avay from ze carnage- I could have healed ze vounded- but ze children and commonares needed mei." Mallorie stiffled a giggle, "You look too hardy to even help children, you coulda helped in le attack on the palace." the Ragalich man furrowed his brows, pushing his specs further the bridge of his nose, "Ja- agreed. I'm not vone for war... I'd razer reezk my life on zomezing more valiant, family, houzehold, ec zetra." Mallorie nodded as though to understand, not that she had much experience with family. "Have a name there doc?" the Alt-Regalian made a small bow, "Unsterbligh Vogel der Hieler, you?" Mallorie sighed, "Mallorie Non'Elle, barone of Vixhall." Unsterbligh was rather aloft, "Geeze, what are you doing out here? Risking your life for your house?" Mallorie replied, "Exactly." Unsterbligh smirked, "Fair..." Mallorie would walk by Unsterbligh, "We can get a drink while the Tavern seems to be getting back in order." Unsterbligh nodded with a harder chuckle, "Ja.. Drinks on me." Mallorie nodded as she made for the tavern. Part of her wanted to hide herself away, be a coward and not face the city, much has happened, and she wasn't too sure she wanted to experience what will happen, but she had to stay in both lands, otherwise her family and guild would both topple. She wanted a drink to relieve the stress and mordification of mangled bodies during the onslaught, it was especially taxing on her sanity when she herself partook and the maim. Surely these memories would come back to haunt her.