pov ORDERS EXECUTED | A POV Post

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The POV of a Squire

[!] A brave Human charging at a Goldenvine Vanguard in the wheat fields outside of Alba.

 

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Aviel had been jolted awake by Lasair, his Blaze Ferret, jumping onto his stomach. The usual morning routine was done: throw on some work clothes, eat breakfast, harvest the wheat and store it, and care for his pets. Once done, he changed into his squirely uniform, a hand ran over the blue and white tabard before he slung it on over his armor. Lastly he donned his white fur cloak he had since his years as a page.

 

The Helfgott then beckoned Gaoth to him, a mare whose snow-white hair caught the rays of the little Stirlandic sun that hung high.

 

‘A rain was coming perhaps?’  The Squire thought before lifting himself onto the saddle and rode off to Alba, the usual meeting spot of his friends.

 

Once he rode into the city, the sky grew darker, but didn’t think much of it before an unusually frigid breeze and strange wailing spun through the city as he greeted his friends. Gedeon and Ivan would ride off to the Imperial Garrison with the rest of the Guard to gear up for what was to come and rode back through the City of Elizabeth to the back gate of the walled city.

 

Aviel then looked to Lucrezia Rovare, the only daughter of the Count he swore fealty to, and beckoned her to find safety. 

 

“Safety is but an illusion, mon ami.” She retorted, then looked to the Squire. “I order that you come to no harm.” The noblewomen commanded, her bedazzled wrist flicking towards the back gate.

 

“Aye, m’lady.” The Helfgott complied, thus setting his helmet atop his head and joining with the rest of the defenders.

 

 Upon reaching the gate, Aviel espied a mix of Guardsmen, Imperial Knights and their Squires, and even a handful of the imperial citizenry from Alba and the surrounding lands. The space was rife with prayers of safety in battle, shouting, and a plethora of battle cries.

 

“AVE IMPERIUM!” Shouted the united front. Humans of all ages, races, and creeds stood as one upon this day and those after.

 

From the trees and down the road, the forces of The Mountain met that of the Holy Imperium. Swords and shields crashed against each other like a symphony of metal with its conductor as War itself.

 

Aviel blitzed across the battlefield, striking like a thunderbolt donned in the Blue and White against the advancing enemy. Foes large and small, the foot soldiers and the magi, would all meet the same fate,  by the blade of Aviel Helfgott. 

 

With every strike, a prayer was murmured upon the Squire’s lips for GOD to continue protecting him. 

With every respite, he continued to encourage those around him to stand defiantly.

Every passing moment filled with an Owynist litany.

 

As the Mountain’s final contingent began to march into view, the Stirlandic Squire felt a boundless energy surged through his entire being. Such power would leak out in the form of blue and white lightning that arched close to his body. The Imperium’s foes would be struck with a power twofold the teen’s strength, flying back in a cloud of dust.

 

As the Fogs of War faded, Aviel heaved for air, such a boon pulled much energy from him. With victory in the hands of the Holy Imperium, the flame-haired Stirlander gazed upon his form, his tabard had been cut, yet his armor held with just a couple of small dents. Thus, he turned on his heels and walked back into the walls of the Alban castle town.

 

He had completed his orders after all.

 

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[OOC: Based 😎, was fun pve event though ngl, was also hilarious watching them storm the city chasing the agroed players who were bouta die XD]