The Final Horn Blows

[Stevie 1598]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0G0Vy8C_sNg

 

 

A single, low pitched horn echoes throughout the city, breaking the calm silence an early dawn brings. It rings out for several moments before another joins in, this one of a higher pitch. Soon another, and then another, and just as the sun begins to skim over the horizon from the east, the city is alive; but not with the usual bustle one might expect. This commotion, this activity, is the product of preparation. Shouts are heard, men are rallied, and weapons distributed. It was these final horns that brought the last remaining soldiers to the front - to the war camp, which was equally as active.
 
The war camp of Oren, although somewhat quiet in its presence and activity, the camp is given a revival with the call of these horns. Fires are re-lit, quartermasters and drill sergeants resume their respective equipment management and barking of orders. Military officers, nobles and soldiers alike scramble about to prepare - dealing with any last minute equipment checks, or even reciting one last prayer to carry them through battle. The Grand Marshal rides through the camp, issuing commands to the passing military leaders as he heads for the command pavilion. With a swift dismount, he throws open the flap, nodding to the few already inside, taking his position before the geographical map of the island. 
 
“Gentlemen. It’s about time this camp ‘as seen some livelihood. Let’s make sure it’s set tah purpose.”
 
The few around the table nod, and they begin their planning, a direction of the Marshal’s hand helping to detail their strategy of attack and methods of execution; going into great detail and intricacies to ensure understanding. The commanders planned, while the soldiers prepared, all compiling with the many other factors a war camp of this magnitude required to maintain itself.
The camp breathed once more, only this time with a fire intended to burn, and an army of soldiers willing to carry the torch of war to the farthest reaches of the island. 
 
The word was given, and the army began its march, their destination mostly unknown.
 
((A battle has been scheduled for 1/20/2013 at 7 PM EST between an army of Oren and a military force that will not be mentioned. The agreement for the time has already been established, and all OOC arrangements made. PM me for any confusions.))

[lemontide331 1615]

((Whelp, no euro players online for that time ;_ ;))

[Knightei 318]

(( The timing is a great shame to be honest, meaning many Europeans and Britons unable to Attend (such as myself as I have school to consider)))

Borric starts to put on his armour, the black plate of his chapter overlapping its self. Borric then sits back, and wonders whether he'll be sent away or not.

[Caln McHarnish/porkchopp2 71]

Ser Adreonel Aveere gathers the Elites. Once the Stolistes bannermen now they are loyal free men. Together they gather their armor and weapons and in one body prepare to march.

[SkyyoBee 249]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.