|Susan Pevensie (glasswater) wrote in the100,|
@ 2016-03-30 04:27:00
|Entry tags:||!jadis, !log/thread|
WHO. All of Mount Weather!
WHERE. Outside the blast doors.
WHAT. A bigass fight, that's what.
WHEN. 3/30 - high noon.
The snow broke overnight and the clouds took flight, casting the sky in pale blue hues as the sun stretched its limbs over the horizon. In the enemy camp, a cacophonous array of voices rose in chorus. The Queen was still held under the mountain and the General, whose stamping hooves and bellows could be heard at the gates of the Mount, was out of patience. He gathered his commanders and sent them out amongst their ranks to marshal into line.
Midday broke and a hooting, stomping, clanging line of foes called Mount Weather to bear arms against them. Trolls and Orcs, Sentinels and hags, vampires and Grounders, werewolves and countless others - all acolytes of the White Queen. All thirsty for the blood of they who held the power in the midst of their world.
And when a line materialized on the opposite side they broke into a raucous chant.
Jadis. Jadis. Jadis. Jadis. As if the Queen could hear them. As if, by virtue of their passion alone, she could lead them on the field. But no matter, there would be justice done over and under Mount Weather. There would be reckoning.
That line. That long, unbroken line ringing round the mountain, holding the steadfast hearts of those who defended their makeshift home, working together as one ...