The Return to Rozania

[Javert 9615]

The Return to Rozania

 

Oisinite Rozanians arriving at Eastfleet Harbor

The ship groaned and creaked as it sailed forth. In the distance sat the Harbor of Eastfleet, bustling with life as it often did. This ship, bearing the colors of Gold and Green, was full of activity as its occupants prepared to dock at the harbor.

 

In the Captain’s quarters, a man knocked upon the door and entered quietly. His head bowed as he approached, and he spoke with respect in his tone.

 

"Your Highness, Eastfleet Harbor is ahead. The men will disembark and we will be on our way to Róża soon enough."

 

"Dziękuję Ci, Edmund.” The occupant replied as he rose out of his seat, his arms stretching upwards “Sea travel…never was fond of it.”

 

Edmund exited the chambers, followed by the occupant. As he looked out at the land before him, Prince Armitage rubbed his eyes to allow them to adjust from the lighting he was familiar with in his chambers. The Prince was met with the respectful bow of the sailors and settlers present, and soon returned to work.

 

“Disembark without me, I wish to head to Róża alone before the rest of you come. Meet me there in a Saint’s Day after everyone has disembarked their belongings.” said Armitage as he turned to Edmund. The man opened his mouth to object, yet simply nodded his head. “Be safe.”

 

Prince Armitage was the first to disembark as the Ship reached the harbor, and almost immediately had his horse brought to him. With little time wasted, the Prince mounted his horse and rode off down the old roads that led to the once flourishing Capital of Rozania.

 

It was a long journey. Yet, as the towers of Róża’s walls peaked above the hills of the Heartlands, Armitage’s heart warmed. He had made it to the home of his people, and was now determined to right the wrongs his predecessors had done. Armitage took a deep breath, then spurred his horse onwards towards the Gates of Róża.

 

“There is much work to be done. GOD willing, I will return this land to its days of Glory.”

 

And thus, the Son of the Rogue Prince had come to Almaris once more, his Father’s followers behind him.

 

[satin 7600]

Lord Dante Lo of Rozania has a mind to return to Rozania. He'd certainly have something to say to anyone still remaining.

[SteppeNomad 1624]

A tribal from deep upon the open steppe utters through a fair wind.

 

"Rise, Rise, brave Rozania. May your riders roam the plains once again"

[Olox_ 4318]

Borys the Margrave of Lvinsk would hear of the Rozanian return "Różę chcą budować? Zobaczymy..." He'd say to himself in Lechian, a language nearly the same as Rozanian "I wish them luck, maybe one day our roads will corss?" The Lord smiles at the thought before going back to his work

[Tk4522 504]

[!] A figure watches on from atop a peak as the man road forth. Where there was hope and excitement in the rider, the lone silhouette held only despair. 

 

A sudden wind battered the the armor clad body tossing about the faded read headband that had adorned his head for decades. The man gritted his teeth as he slid his helm atop his head, covering his grizzled and stoic face. 

 

A voiced boomed behind the wrought steel helmet. 

 

"What cruelty is this? I thought it better to let sleeping dogs lie. Rozania had its day, and it has come to pass. Still, I must full fill my oath as my loyalty to the jackalope has not faded." 

 

The armored figure mounts his horse with haste and makes his way to the crumbling city.

A silent homecoming for a former knight, once celebrated in these lands     

[gurlpirate 316]

[!] A wandering middle-aged Adunian woman with silver hair wanders the countryside, passing by Rozania and watching from afar for a time before disappearing once more into the wilds of the world.