Fire

[Himmel 26]

 

 

"Fire,"

 

A line of catapults, massive in stature, towering even against the setting Orenian sun, release simultaneously. Slashing through the sky, massive, jagged boulders hurled over the horizon, quickly tumbling towards the ground before crashing into the sullen earth in succession. Sappers and engineers tend to the destructive machines as officers walk the rear of the line.

 

Smoke towers into the sky from the indegenous Orenian smithies as Edward, a youthful deacon and newlywed, scowls during his evening stroll. The banging of hammers had gone on for day and night; it was clear to him that the loss at the Gorge had hastened the resolve of the Orenian industry.

"These creatures that would accost my very people with such ambiguous appetite for destruction,"

Reaching the square, he stops himself, glancing towards the Cathedral, GOD's very house. He purses his lips speculatively, speaking to himself,

"Is this a curse or a boon?"

Suddenly, a loud horn can be heard from the gates; undoubtedly that of an approaching party. The deacon turns towards the gates from his place near the center of the square, preparing himself. A large host of Crownlander cavalry trotted at a steady pace through the square towards the appropriate barracks, the street rabble clearing the way quickly. At the head, Ser Vitallius, a Knight remembered for defeating the leader of Dunamis in single combat.

"A wonderful sight," came a quiet voice from his left, one that had been hailed with even quieter foot-steps. Edward glanced to his left, a young common woman and her small boy watched quietly. As he glanced around, he could see the crowds had all but stopped. After the battle, there had not been much movements by the regiments. Now, though, the streets had nearly stilled and quieted entirely, watching as the regiment crosses the square towards the stables.

Champions rode on those horses, heroes of the wars past. Ser Michael Hightower, Lord Jan Kovachev, one of three Felsen Watch who retained their loyalty, Colonel Mattington Ironsword.

Edward gave a sly grin, crossing his arms as the soldiers passed by. It was clear there was a great deal of resolve still left in them. They had merely woken the dragon.

 

[lev 627]

"If one can wake the snake that never sleeps that it." A disenfranchised Oren socialite grimaces.  

[Dohvi 622]

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