Kiht Jakkya sat on a stump in Greentear where her family use to make camp. Her head was bowed as she looked to a mythril tiara that was held in her hands. No one had ever asked her what the tiara was for. She had met countless exiles while wearing it. She had attended several meetings while wearing it. No one ever asked her why she, as a lancer, would wear such a thing.
That was fine with Kiht. She knew what it meant, and that was all that mattered. It was a Matriarch's tiara. Passed down from Kiht's mother to her older sister then to Kiht. It was supposed to be a reminder to Kiht that she had taken on the responsibility of leading.
"Where had it all gone wrong?" She thought to herself. She never expected Erik to listen to her. The man was use to having authority, and Kiht had no military rank for him to respect. She was just a civilian to him. Gods knows why he even followed any of her plans. She had a great respect for the man, and had hoped to earn his, but him leaving without saying a word to her was proof that her authority with the man was zero.
Kiht was suddenly cut off from the Immortal Flames, The Red Wings and her spy network in Ul'dah. A huge advantage just suddenly cut away. Thomys seemed to have no interest in informing Kiht about anything. His only interest was finding Erik, and that connection that motivated his aid ended with the letter he would get from Erik. She had no idea what kind of authority the man had, if any, but she now had no aid from Ul'dah. She had no idea if going there would get her arrested by the Immortal Flames. She certainly wouldn't ask Thomys.
"As if the Gods damned assassins would have the same restriction!?" She said to herself as she gritted her teeth.
"The idiot Hyur with the mask has just given the assassins an advantage in Ul'dah, and he does not even know it!"
Kiht's allies were melting away as the Exiles approached a battle that would decide everything.
"I need people to believe in me. What must I do?" She asked herself in a frustrated growl.
Kiht succeeded in raising a small army of exiles where a grizzled, expatriate veteran from Ishgard had failed. She united them right under the assassins' noses, and they did not suspect her until it was too late. She faced off against mercenaries, stood up to the Sultansworn, negotiated (or tried to) with a dangerous leader of the mercenaries, tracked down the untraceable and fought side-by-side with the exiles as they faced the assassins for the first time. Despite all this, she felt many did not have faith in her.
She yelled as she stood up, and hurled her tiara into a near-by tree. Eight suns until she had to enact a plan with a small army that was losing numbers by the sun.
"Mayhaps it was somehow all my fault" she wondered. She was the leader, so failure was her responsibility. However, if everything that had happened was her fault, what did she do wrong? What did she need to do to amend it?
She turned around and kicked the stump in frustration. Fortunately her leather leg guards prevented her from breaking any toes. She marched to where her tiara laid, and picked it up. After dusting the tiara off, she put it back on her head.
She chose to be leader, and chose to give the exiles a chance. If they wanted to go down in flames, she would go down with them.
She has eight Suns to set as much straight as she could. After that, the Twelve will decide. For now, she had business to attend to at the gate of Hells.
"Goddesses of ice, please guide me."
((BTW if you want Merri to develop a magitek device to track the linkpearls Osric gave to Kiht and Xydane, I am fine with that if Xydane is. Not sure if it's necessary anymore, but if you were wondering, there's your answer.))
That was fine with Kiht. She knew what it meant, and that was all that mattered. It was a Matriarch's tiara. Passed down from Kiht's mother to her older sister then to Kiht. It was supposed to be a reminder to Kiht that she had taken on the responsibility of leading.
"Where had it all gone wrong?" She thought to herself. She never expected Erik to listen to her. The man was use to having authority, and Kiht had no military rank for him to respect. She was just a civilian to him. Gods knows why he even followed any of her plans. She had a great respect for the man, and had hoped to earn his, but him leaving without saying a word to her was proof that her authority with the man was zero.
Kiht was suddenly cut off from the Immortal Flames, The Red Wings and her spy network in Ul'dah. A huge advantage just suddenly cut away. Thomys seemed to have no interest in informing Kiht about anything. His only interest was finding Erik, and that connection that motivated his aid ended with the letter he would get from Erik. She had no idea what kind of authority the man had, if any, but she now had no aid from Ul'dah. She had no idea if going there would get her arrested by the Immortal Flames. She certainly wouldn't ask Thomys.
"As if the Gods damned assassins would have the same restriction!?" She said to herself as she gritted her teeth.
"The idiot Hyur with the mask has just given the assassins an advantage in Ul'dah, and he does not even know it!"
Kiht's allies were melting away as the Exiles approached a battle that would decide everything.
"I need people to believe in me. What must I do?" She asked herself in a frustrated growl.
Kiht succeeded in raising a small army of exiles where a grizzled, expatriate veteran from Ishgard had failed. She united them right under the assassins' noses, and they did not suspect her until it was too late. She faced off against mercenaries, stood up to the Sultansworn, negotiated (or tried to) with a dangerous leader of the mercenaries, tracked down the untraceable and fought side-by-side with the exiles as they faced the assassins for the first time. Despite all this, she felt many did not have faith in her.
She yelled as she stood up, and hurled her tiara into a near-by tree. Eight suns until she had to enact a plan with a small army that was losing numbers by the sun.
"Mayhaps it was somehow all my fault" she wondered. She was the leader, so failure was her responsibility. However, if everything that had happened was her fault, what did she do wrong? What did she need to do to amend it?
She turned around and kicked the stump in frustration. Fortunately her leather leg guards prevented her from breaking any toes. She marched to where her tiara laid, and picked it up. After dusting the tiara off, she put it back on her head.
She chose to be leader, and chose to give the exiles a chance. If they wanted to go down in flames, she would go down with them.
She has eight Suns to set as much straight as she could. After that, the Twelve will decide. For now, she had business to attend to at the gate of Hells.
"Goddesses of ice, please guide me."
((BTW if you want Merri to develop a magitek device to track the linkpearls Osric gave to Kiht and Xydane, I am fine with that if Xydane is. Not sure if it's necessary anymore, but if you were wondering, there's your answer.))
