Midnight Flyer
Sept 4, 2010 13:23:30 GMT -6
Post by Rayl Torien on Sept 4, 2010 13:23:30 GMT -6
OOC: A song by The Eagles is the current referenced title.
Before dawn broke and the soldiers of Richter or the Ilians were awake, the Soldiers of Rayl were busy with the hustle and bustle of packing up their supplies: They left behind their tents for Richter's men, so they wouldn't be too cramped in their sleep. By the time that the sun began to peak out over the rim of the grassy ocean, there was not a single trace of Lycian involvement as the sounds of the riding cavalry seemed to die out like distant thunder.
By the time it was Mid morning the troops were crossing the Sacaen-Lycian border and into Araphen, being greated by a few people, which turned into a roaring crowd by the time they had reached the Capital: They were anxiously awaiting the return of their troops. Dismounting from Faithful Elibe, he helped Guinevere down, while looking back to check up on Marissa ( How could she not resist a chance to see her brothers again, hm?). Everyone was in high spirits, but the small amount of Etrurians were looking nervously to the left and right, only now realizing that Rayl must have liberated Araphen from it's secret Etrurian control, and worried the people would turn on them. But this was not the case, as they were wearing the armor of fallen Araphen soldiers for just this reason.
Some troops and citizens made their way to the Paladin, asking if they could ride under him. This was a common occurrence, and was the reason why his division was so diversified and controversial: all these different people, Sacaen, Bernese, Etrurian, Ilian, and Lycian... all fighting under one banner. After accepting each other these eager young men and women, he gave a nod to the soldiers who were returning to Castle Araphen, then began shouting out orders to his remaining amount of fourty troops or so," We shall rest here for the time being before returning to Castle Pherae! Feel free to explore the area, but be back here and ready to ride when the sun starts to set!"
Before dawn broke and the soldiers of Richter or the Ilians were awake, the Soldiers of Rayl were busy with the hustle and bustle of packing up their supplies: They left behind their tents for Richter's men, so they wouldn't be too cramped in their sleep. By the time that the sun began to peak out over the rim of the grassy ocean, there was not a single trace of Lycian involvement as the sounds of the riding cavalry seemed to die out like distant thunder.
By the time it was Mid morning the troops were crossing the Sacaen-Lycian border and into Araphen, being greated by a few people, which turned into a roaring crowd by the time they had reached the Capital: They were anxiously awaiting the return of their troops. Dismounting from Faithful Elibe, he helped Guinevere down, while looking back to check up on Marissa ( How could she not resist a chance to see her brothers again, hm?). Everyone was in high spirits, but the small amount of Etrurians were looking nervously to the left and right, only now realizing that Rayl must have liberated Araphen from it's secret Etrurian control, and worried the people would turn on them. But this was not the case, as they were wearing the armor of fallen Araphen soldiers for just this reason.
Some troops and citizens made their way to the Paladin, asking if they could ride under him. This was a common occurrence, and was the reason why his division was so diversified and controversial: all these different people, Sacaen, Bernese, Etrurian, Ilian, and Lycian... all fighting under one banner. After accepting each other these eager young men and women, he gave a nod to the soldiers who were returning to Castle Araphen, then began shouting out orders to his remaining amount of fourty troops or so," We shall rest here for the time being before returning to Castle Pherae! Feel free to explore the area, but be back here and ready to ride when the sun starts to set!"
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