Ad victoriam

As her time in Hemlock had begun to draw to a close, Ember had begun to receive regular updates from her home pack in the south from her raven companions, helping her transition back into life in the Hallows. When news of the first raid with Elysium had reached her, she had requested an advanced notice for the next one so she could be a part of it. She had gotten her wish; her father had sent Corbin to inform her of their upcoming second raid and Ember had hurried back home, arriving the night before. Being back in the Hallows took some getting used to after nearly half a year away from home, but there was a warm familiarity to everything that made Em just feel cozy and happy inside.

Her father's howl summoning all able-bodied fighters reached her in the forge where she was busy sharpening Ravenedge. She hadn't gotten to truly maintain her blade in her time away in the mountains, but now her blade once more shone with its deadly luster. Wiping down the rippling pattern of her Carpathian steel blade, Em sheathed her sword and slung it over her back, picking up her polished armor and carrying it with her across the castle to the council chamber. Ember had never been in the council chamber before now, so stepping inside felt a bit like entering a wonderland. Her wide blue eyes drank in the details of the table, studying the map of familiar lands with its pack effigies set up like a tactical battle map.

Em chose an empty seat a couple down from where her father sat at the head of the table, offering Artorias a respectful head bow as she took her seat and waited for the rest of the raiding party to arrive. "Bună, Tati," she greeted him with a small smile, still feeling some of that rift between them, but hoping that could be closed once she came back home.

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"