Flying the Sunburst
Jan 13, 2014 18:14:22 GMT -5
Post by newspike on Jan 13, 2014 18:14:22 GMT -5
A large man, tall and broad, sometimes even mistaken for an Ogier from the tales for those who are not familier with their race, returns to the Fortress of the Light. He rode upon a large black steed clad in armor and a long white cloak fluttered in the strong winds of winter. Behind him a battalion of children on foot marching in sync. Upon entering the city they held their ground and stood fast. Their armor battered and weapons worn. Cloaks were torn at the base and armor scratched and dented from battle.
"A face I have not seen in a long while." A noble of the city, well informed of the Childrens doings, said as he strode over, offering a light bow in respect to the returning Children of the Light. The bear of the man had the head dismounted swiftly and passed his horse on to another. He slipped off his riding gloves and ran his dark gaze over a few who had gathered at the sight of a small force entering the city.
"... I do not recall. Though, Light blessed, I have returned home. My men have been much battle and deserve rest, they will fill the inns tonight." The noble nodded and muttered under his breath as the soldiers dispersed to their liking upon being given leave and as the large man passed him without much of a glance.
"I must ask... it has been so long since you have been away, Child. Have you seen much in your travels... where did you go excatly?" The Child grunted and continued forward.
"North." Was his only reply before he disappeared into the halls of the Light. The Noble gritted his teeth and battered away his squire.
"Blasted... arrogance of these Children! I will see to it, one day" With that he growled and stomped away with a huff. Lord Garyn Taroth, his name would not yet be forgotten in the pattern.
The Child Officer entered the halls, surrounded by glistening white and gold. His slim blade dangled at his hilt, it two had seen many hardships and had almost broken in two at many situations. He reached a tall elderly man who brandished a face as stern as his own. Without a moments hesitation he lowered to one knee and lowered his eyes to the ground. It was his duty to report his findings deep in the North, away from the usual tribulations of the Childrens duty in the south. No, he had been sent to investigate something the common man did not involve himself with. The Shadow.
"Child Braska Hextor." A strong voice lingered, echoing in the halls.
"A face I have not seen in a long while." A noble of the city, well informed of the Childrens doings, said as he strode over, offering a light bow in respect to the returning Children of the Light. The bear of the man had the head dismounted swiftly and passed his horse on to another. He slipped off his riding gloves and ran his dark gaze over a few who had gathered at the sight of a small force entering the city.
"... I do not recall. Though, Light blessed, I have returned home. My men have been much battle and deserve rest, they will fill the inns tonight." The noble nodded and muttered under his breath as the soldiers dispersed to their liking upon being given leave and as the large man passed him without much of a glance.
"I must ask... it has been so long since you have been away, Child. Have you seen much in your travels... where did you go excatly?" The Child grunted and continued forward.
"North." Was his only reply before he disappeared into the halls of the Light. The Noble gritted his teeth and battered away his squire.
"Blasted... arrogance of these Children! I will see to it, one day" With that he growled and stomped away with a huff. Lord Garyn Taroth, his name would not yet be forgotten in the pattern.
The Child Officer entered the halls, surrounded by glistening white and gold. His slim blade dangled at his hilt, it two had seen many hardships and had almost broken in two at many situations. He reached a tall elderly man who brandished a face as stern as his own. Without a moments hesitation he lowered to one knee and lowered his eyes to the ground. It was his duty to report his findings deep in the North, away from the usual tribulations of the Childrens duty in the south. No, he had been sent to investigate something the common man did not involve himself with. The Shadow.
"Child Braska Hextor." A strong voice lingered, echoing in the halls.