Recent content by Praetor Irene Savashal

"You have the tongue for it," Irene said. She herself, of course, did not. Irene did not do especially well at her academic pursuits in the War College—passable, but certainly not remarkable. But Letta, from what little Irene had witnessed this day, could do both, wield the blade and the spoken...

Irene quite enjoyed Letta's handling of Praetor Senjani. To Irene, Senjani reeked of a man who hid a deep-seated cowardice behind airs of caution, authority, and so-called wisdom. She had no proof of it, merely her intuition in the minute ways in which he carried himself and spoke, but she...

"And I as well." Letta spoke first, and so Irene joined her voice with Letta's own, showing kinship in their decision. In a flash Irene drew her seax and held it aloft, punctuating the first two voices of assent with the sight of her sword. And even as this was done, there came from above where...

"Well said." Irene wished tremendously that the tale of pride, heroism, and valor written in the Westlurch Pass invigorated the spirit of the Jemaat in the way Letta mentioned. Truly it was received well, but not well enough. The shadow of Gild's surrender to Omma in the Ommite War loomed...

"Dare to take great risks, as need demands, and you will rise quickly." She swept her hand out over the descending rings of the Council chamber. "All these seats should be filled. But they're not." She glanced back to Letta. "Too many of our fellow Praetors have been defeated by comfort and...

I do. "Good." Ever taciturn was Irene's way, and here it was no different. Her mood to many this day might well seem akin to brooding thunderclouds, but it wasn't on account of Baris nor Letta—she merely disliked the Senate Hall, the Council of Praetors included. Irene possessed little...

"I would remind you, Baris," said Praetor Irene Savashal, striding up to the Council doors from the other side of the hall, "that you speak to a holy warrior of Regel." Where Baris had been rough and uncompromising with Praetor Letta, at the approach of Irene he straightened both his demeanor...