Cornerstone (Open)
Aug 23, 2017 22:26:29 GMT -6
Post by Eren on Aug 23, 2017 22:26:29 GMT -6
The foothills were beautiful in the misty morning light. Grass grew green upon them, and below on the flatter plains a town was being rebuilt. Its name was Narrul, though that was of little importance, like the town itself. What was important was that Bern was healing, slowly but surely, becoming stronger, more robust, more established and sustainable. It was turning from a land of strife, of struggle, and of Rebellion to a land of peace, growth, and, hopefully, prosperity. Though Eren was distressed by recent changes in political climate throughout the continent, specifically Etruria's acts of aggression, he was not focused on them. Presently, his mind was only with Bern, his beloved country. He was helping to build it back up. His assistance, though slight, and of a most unusual sort, was appreciated by some, and he was happy to return to Narrul. It was one of the towns that he had been too late to truly save during the conflict, but had helped defend in a moment of danger. Still, they had been ravaged by banditry, and so the Dragon Knight was there, not only to protect them and support them, but also to use his own two hands to help them build the foundations for a stronger and more secure future.
In the quiet of early morning, Eren Barrata, former Brigadier General, deserter, vigilante lawman, and currently a simple veteran, had risen as was his custom and had taken to the skies on Mika. The two were now coming down from a long flight up over the foothills and around the area. There were no signs of trouble, no evidence of marauding bandits or hidden troops. Indeed, the days of Ilian ambush were over, and the days of rampant bandits were numbered. There would always be ruffians and villains, but Bern was moving in the right direction.
And so the pair swooped and soared, chasing imaginary opponents and performing old, tried and true maneuvers, as much remembrance and homage as practice. Hopefully, there would be little need of such aerial combat techniques in the months... no, years... to come.
The Dragon Knight raised his lance to the sky.
"Bern is free! We are returning to life."
In the quiet of early morning, Eren Barrata, former Brigadier General, deserter, vigilante lawman, and currently a simple veteran, had risen as was his custom and had taken to the skies on Mika. The two were now coming down from a long flight up over the foothills and around the area. There were no signs of trouble, no evidence of marauding bandits or hidden troops. Indeed, the days of Ilian ambush were over, and the days of rampant bandits were numbered. There would always be ruffians and villains, but Bern was moving in the right direction.
And so the pair swooped and soared, chasing imaginary opponents and performing old, tried and true maneuvers, as much remembrance and homage as practice. Hopefully, there would be little need of such aerial combat techniques in the months... no, years... to come.
The Dragon Knight raised his lance to the sky.
"Bern is free! We are returning to life."