#int. w/aytac.troupe1

[alucardrakul]

@princessxaytac location: Nornwatch Keep notes: prior to the Last Night, sometime during the second week when people were getting real sick and shit.

Red eyes peered down the scope at the small science of the tissue he'd collected from the recently slain ghoul. Dead cells holding the blight were still alive in their own way; this wasn't new information, not for the legionnaire. Iskrates was grotesque in his way but the product of his research couldn't be denied; that was the purpose of this order, unbeholden to the laws of a nation, the legion would do that which was necessary to combat the true enemy. The dark did not care for morality.

"This wing is off limits." Alucard remarked as he heard the door creak open, his gaze shifted from the scope to the intruder as he took in the princess that stood in the doorway. He'd been raised under a Queen of night and terror, beauty was always deceiving. "Even to royalty." He added, that though he made no motion to bid her to leave, the dhampir could indulge some curiosity as long as it didn't dampen what they were working towards. "Fortunately the old man isn't here to complain your ear off." Loose skin that hung to the floor with a look of death about him, Iskrates's face alone was enough to make people avoid this place.

[alucardrakul]

"The Legion does whatever is necessary to win the fight against the true evil, long ago the Kings and Queens of the nations we know today all agreed on that." Legionnaires had immunity to do and act as they wished, invoke conscription in times of crisis against the darkspawn... "Old laws now," Alucard admitted the world didn't care about a fight that had been over for thousands of years. Darkspawn were a problem of the distant past, occasionally they cropped up in minuscule numbers, crawling from mountain holes, but beyond the disease, they could spread, darkspawn weren't considered particularly fearsome. "Distasteful as magic might seem to an Iskaran, I can assure you there is only one enemy worth fighting." The Dark One only wanted one thing for this world, and that was for the light to be extinguished from it forever. "Iskrates was exiled from Avalon for experimenting on his fellow elvhen, Unsightly as his work might be to some, here it's necessary to help us understand the blight - maybe even cure it."

Aytaç had learned long ago to be patient, in a sense. To hold herself within check, to listen to what was offered to her. Instead of demanding, instead of pressing the conversation towards what she wanted to hear. In that moment, she waited, she listened. She allowed this other to provide her with what he wanted to, as her mind took note of the words. As she prepared herself with the questions that would no doubt come.

The Legion of the Dead, the Dark One; this would not be the first time that she had heard these names. Often they had been spoken upon her father's tongue, from the other Jarls that had attended his council meetings. "Admittedly, very little," she confessed, as she watched him more closely. Pieces had begun to fit into the missing slots, information filled in the longer she stood within that room. "I know of its foundations, the birth of Iskaldrik," she noted, as her gaze shifted about the room, only to quickly return to him. "Not many speak favorably upon the Legion, of the magic at its center," though, she supposed not much in the way of magic was spoken favorably throughout her kingdom.