Fanning the Flames
Dec 28, 2011 5:17:07 GMT -6
Post by Nasir on Dec 28, 2011 5:17:07 GMT -6
Nasir couldn't help but feel a little paranoid. Sure it was still probably too early for his face to be recognized by the Ilian Army, but now that his Bern Liberation Army was starting to gain legitimacy he couldn't help but feel like every Ilian foot soldier he passed was staring him down, waiting to pounce. He and Tomas were walking through the streets of Larguz, searching for his cousin's shop and Nasir felt as if every eye was upon him. He drew the hood of his cloak a little closer around his face and tried to get a tactical assessment of the town.
The Wyvern Knight Academy was even larger than he had imagined. The towers of the castle seemed to reach about a hundred feet in the air, with little specks in the air floating around them that Nasir knew was probably Wyvern Knights flying patrols around the towers. It looked heavily fortified, built sturdy enough to withhold heavy bombardment for weeks. Lucky for them, they had a much craftier plan than a simple head-on assault.
The streets were crowded with people, and there was a foul mood that seemed contagious. There were a few Ilian Knights patrolling the streets that seemed to leer over the passer-by with that all too familiar Ilian superiority. Nasir wondered if word of the situation in Linz had reached this far yet. It was odd to consider the far-reaching effects of his actions, he had never considered that he could have such an impact on the world around him.
They reached Tomas's cousin's general store, and when they entered they saw a man in his early forties who appeared to be very tired and who looked vaguely similar to Tomas. Upon seeing the two of them the man began to go into the motions that most shopkeepers went into upon seeing potential customers. The man then recognized his cousin however and his eyes darted from his cousin's face, to his missing arm, to Nasir's face, and back to Tomas' face. Tomas preempted his inevitable questions by saying, "Toby it has been far too long, dear cousin."
Toby's concern for his cousin was soon replaced with joy to see him once again. "Cousin good to see you again. What happened to your arm? And who is this?"
Tomas replied, "This is my friend Nasir, and the two of us have quite a bit to tell you, but it's the sort of story that's far better to hear with a pint of ale. Why don't we continue this at the tavern? My treat."
Toby wasn't sure what to make of their story, his expression was a combination of excitement, concern, and nervousness all rolled into one. He took a big swig of the mead his cousin had bought him before replying in a hushed tone, "Well you're definitely right. Like I've been telling you, things are getting out of hand here. And people are looking for someone to turn to. The Viceroy has become insufferable lately, and the people of this town are tired of being poked and prodded."
Nasir scanned the tavern, seeing the frustration in the townspeople's faces, and he felt a nagging presence. That weird prickling feeling when someone is watching you. He took a sip of his drink, and tried to figure out who, if anyone, was watching him.
The Wyvern Knight Academy was even larger than he had imagined. The towers of the castle seemed to reach about a hundred feet in the air, with little specks in the air floating around them that Nasir knew was probably Wyvern Knights flying patrols around the towers. It looked heavily fortified, built sturdy enough to withhold heavy bombardment for weeks. Lucky for them, they had a much craftier plan than a simple head-on assault.
The streets were crowded with people, and there was a foul mood that seemed contagious. There were a few Ilian Knights patrolling the streets that seemed to leer over the passer-by with that all too familiar Ilian superiority. Nasir wondered if word of the situation in Linz had reached this far yet. It was odd to consider the far-reaching effects of his actions, he had never considered that he could have such an impact on the world around him.
They reached Tomas's cousin's general store, and when they entered they saw a man in his early forties who appeared to be very tired and who looked vaguely similar to Tomas. Upon seeing the two of them the man began to go into the motions that most shopkeepers went into upon seeing potential customers. The man then recognized his cousin however and his eyes darted from his cousin's face, to his missing arm, to Nasir's face, and back to Tomas' face. Tomas preempted his inevitable questions by saying, "Toby it has been far too long, dear cousin."
Toby's concern for his cousin was soon replaced with joy to see him once again. "Cousin good to see you again. What happened to your arm? And who is this?"
Tomas replied, "This is my friend Nasir, and the two of us have quite a bit to tell you, but it's the sort of story that's far better to hear with a pint of ale. Why don't we continue this at the tavern? My treat."
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Toby wasn't sure what to make of their story, his expression was a combination of excitement, concern, and nervousness all rolled into one. He took a big swig of the mead his cousin had bought him before replying in a hushed tone, "Well you're definitely right. Like I've been telling you, things are getting out of hand here. And people are looking for someone to turn to. The Viceroy has become insufferable lately, and the people of this town are tired of being poked and prodded."
Nasir scanned the tavern, seeing the frustration in the townspeople's faces, and he felt a nagging presence. That weird prickling feeling when someone is watching you. He took a sip of his drink, and tried to figure out who, if anyone, was watching him.