Post by Specter on Jul 14, 2007 17:16:12 GMT -4
(( I believe it is appropriate to begin this roleplay with a few opening acknowledgements. First, I haven't been very active lately, for that I appollogise. The reasons for my absence are my own. Second, I have in the recent past made some statements that may have offended some of you, and if they did I am sorry. I was only making obvious my concern that this place seems less active than it once was. I find I have had less and less of a reason to come here. So, I have decided to start a new rp so that I, and perhaps others, have a reason to come to this place. Third, this RP is by and large made up off the top of my head. I do have a general idea of how it may go, but things may not go the way I want them. ))
The riders were tired, their clothing damp and suffocating with water from the recent crossing of a river. Great steeds beneath them were exausted with over a week of riding and little rest. The moon had set, the sun risen and set, and the moon once again risen and still they rode on. For their exaustion had in no way inhibited the haste with which they flew. The riders' coarse was as such: They had ridden south on the White Road from the city of Waterdeep to the city of Southport. Then they travelled west along Emperor Way, a wide road that made a circular shape path around the whole kingdom. They had followed Emperor Way in a semi-circular path, so that they arrived at the city of Northrun, having passed through the city of Westfall. All along this way the riders had stopped and delivered the Emperor's decree to every small city, village, farm settlement, and wilderness camp; that every able bodied warrior was to report to the Imperial Temple in Waterdeep. After Arriving at Northrun They took the White road south again, returning to Waterdeep.
Once inside the city they all rested and prepared for the upcoming events. All except for one man. He went straightaway to the Imperial Temple and reported to General Zaknafeign Et'Sul that the word had been spread. Zaknafeign walked to his quarters, were he would wait over the next few days as the forces arrived. Along the way he looked eastward from a window high in one of the temple's many spires. Even from here, over a hundred miles away, he could still faintly see the black smoke in the air. Easthaven was burning. Zaknafeign, in spite of his high military rank, was not certain who exactly had taken the city. He understood the urgent need to surpress the invasion quickly, before the forign enemy could get a stong hold in their great country of Colovatia, but he pondered the wisdom of sending all the forces from all the cities to battle in taking the city back. This move would end the invasion quickly, but it left them open to another attack elsewhere. He waited, and prayed help would arrive on time. Down in the entrance chamber, a servant greeted those who arrived, and told them where they would be staying. Military arrivals would be briefed by their commanders once the troops were sorted out. All non-military arrivals were instucted to wait in the audience chamber for a speech by Emperor Adoran Xedillian himself detailing why they were here.
Three days later, Lilio sat meditating in a fairly private corner. He had arrived two days after the riders came to his camp between Southport and Westfall. Many had arrived before him. Soldiers mostly, from the towns and major cities. The soldiers were given information on who their commanders would be, and sent off to temporary barracks in the large encampment outside the city walls. Those who currently were not under any millitary service, including Lilio, were told to wait in the audience chamber. It appeared that they would be given information later. Right now he was busy aligning his being. He didn't know what he may have to do in the next few hours or days, best to be prepared. His eyes scanned the large number of other warriors present, he wasn't the only one waiting.
(( This RP will be updated in four days, wether I get any responces or not.))
The riders were tired, their clothing damp and suffocating with water from the recent crossing of a river. Great steeds beneath them were exausted with over a week of riding and little rest. The moon had set, the sun risen and set, and the moon once again risen and still they rode on. For their exaustion had in no way inhibited the haste with which they flew. The riders' coarse was as such: They had ridden south on the White Road from the city of Waterdeep to the city of Southport. Then they travelled west along Emperor Way, a wide road that made a circular shape path around the whole kingdom. They had followed Emperor Way in a semi-circular path, so that they arrived at the city of Northrun, having passed through the city of Westfall. All along this way the riders had stopped and delivered the Emperor's decree to every small city, village, farm settlement, and wilderness camp; that every able bodied warrior was to report to the Imperial Temple in Waterdeep. After Arriving at Northrun They took the White road south again, returning to Waterdeep.
Once inside the city they all rested and prepared for the upcoming events. All except for one man. He went straightaway to the Imperial Temple and reported to General Zaknafeign Et'Sul that the word had been spread. Zaknafeign walked to his quarters, were he would wait over the next few days as the forces arrived. Along the way he looked eastward from a window high in one of the temple's many spires. Even from here, over a hundred miles away, he could still faintly see the black smoke in the air. Easthaven was burning. Zaknafeign, in spite of his high military rank, was not certain who exactly had taken the city. He understood the urgent need to surpress the invasion quickly, before the forign enemy could get a stong hold in their great country of Colovatia, but he pondered the wisdom of sending all the forces from all the cities to battle in taking the city back. This move would end the invasion quickly, but it left them open to another attack elsewhere. He waited, and prayed help would arrive on time. Down in the entrance chamber, a servant greeted those who arrived, and told them where they would be staying. Military arrivals would be briefed by their commanders once the troops were sorted out. All non-military arrivals were instucted to wait in the audience chamber for a speech by Emperor Adoran Xedillian himself detailing why they were here.
Three days later, Lilio sat meditating in a fairly private corner. He had arrived two days after the riders came to his camp between Southport and Westfall. Many had arrived before him. Soldiers mostly, from the towns and major cities. The soldiers were given information on who their commanders would be, and sent off to temporary barracks in the large encampment outside the city walls. Those who currently were not under any millitary service, including Lilio, were told to wait in the audience chamber. It appeared that they would be given information later. Right now he was busy aligning his being. He didn't know what he may have to do in the next few hours or days, best to be prepared. His eyes scanned the large number of other warriors present, he wasn't the only one waiting.
(( This RP will be updated in four days, wether I get any responces or not.))