Post by Cassius Ado Virtus on May 22, 2006 10:09:02 GMT -5
the cool night breeze flowed softly past the open window high in the north wall of the Military Keep. The warm orange light of the candles flickered and shadows danced across the walls of the room. The room was plain and sparsely furnished, with only one stiff backed chair, a plain wooden bed, oak desk and a large bookcase brimming with books of war and tales of long forgotten battles. A massive broadsword stood in the corner of the room, sheathed in an ornate scabbard that bore the runes of times long past, though it was far from forgotten.
A solitary figure sat at the desk, his feather quill scratching spidery writing across the dun parchment before him. His eyes were alert but distant, as if he were thoroughly uninterested in his work, or completely absolved in it. He wore the dress uniform of an officer, his long orange cape hung low over the back of the hardwood chair, fastened about his shoulders with a brass oak leaf - the mark of a General.
The silence was broken abruptly by a heavy knocking at the door, and the General's head rose, his eyes moving to the doorway, now wide and focused.
"Enter." The general's voice was cold, like the chill night air that stirred about the keep. The door opened swiftly and a tall, heavy set man in officers uniform stepped inside. His feet snapped together smartly as he saluted, before he turned to address the General.
"General, The city is under attack. Runners from the north gate have reported that the dead are attacking the city and are taking the wall." The officer announced calmly, not flinching.
"Drop the formality Dyce, just get me that report and all the other information you can find. Mobilize the Fifth and Seventh cohorts and sound the stand to. Prepare the Etyrites and the archers as well. Let us stir the sleeping giant my friend - wake up my army." The General's icy blue gaze went agate-hard and his tone dropped.
This happened every time a battle reared its ugly head, every time that Cassius was called upon to defend the righteous. He was all business now, and like a thundering avalanche, nothing would stop him.
"Yes Lord Cassius!" Dyce saluted smartly once more, before winking and turning to leave, closing the door firmly behind him as he went to rouse the soldiers of mighty Karador, whose armies numbered in the hundreds of thousands, and all were true and brave men, whose hearts were worth their weight in gold.
Cassius sighed and rose from his chair, moving to the massive oak cabinet at the far end of the little room. He drew the massive doors back slowly to reveal a golden suit of armour that glowed in the half light of the guttering candle flames. As he reached out his hands to touch the massive chest of the armour before him the glow about it seemed to flicker, almost as if it were testing him, before it settled to a warm, soft golden light as it seemed to recognise the great man whom it served.
As Cassius began to remove his dress clothes and put on his undergarments for his armour, he called out to nobody in particular.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
A solitary figure sat at the desk, his feather quill scratching spidery writing across the dun parchment before him. His eyes were alert but distant, as if he were thoroughly uninterested in his work, or completely absolved in it. He wore the dress uniform of an officer, his long orange cape hung low over the back of the hardwood chair, fastened about his shoulders with a brass oak leaf - the mark of a General.
The silence was broken abruptly by a heavy knocking at the door, and the General's head rose, his eyes moving to the doorway, now wide and focused.
"Enter." The general's voice was cold, like the chill night air that stirred about the keep. The door opened swiftly and a tall, heavy set man in officers uniform stepped inside. His feet snapped together smartly as he saluted, before he turned to address the General.
"General, The city is under attack. Runners from the north gate have reported that the dead are attacking the city and are taking the wall." The officer announced calmly, not flinching.
"Drop the formality Dyce, just get me that report and all the other information you can find. Mobilize the Fifth and Seventh cohorts and sound the stand to. Prepare the Etyrites and the archers as well. Let us stir the sleeping giant my friend - wake up my army." The General's icy blue gaze went agate-hard and his tone dropped.
This happened every time a battle reared its ugly head, every time that Cassius was called upon to defend the righteous. He was all business now, and like a thundering avalanche, nothing would stop him.
"Yes Lord Cassius!" Dyce saluted smartly once more, before winking and turning to leave, closing the door firmly behind him as he went to rouse the soldiers of mighty Karador, whose armies numbered in the hundreds of thousands, and all were true and brave men, whose hearts were worth their weight in gold.
Cassius sighed and rose from his chair, moving to the massive oak cabinet at the far end of the little room. He drew the massive doors back slowly to reveal a golden suit of armour that glowed in the half light of the guttering candle flames. As he reached out his hands to touch the massive chest of the armour before him the glow about it seemed to flicker, almost as if it were testing him, before it settled to a warm, soft golden light as it seemed to recognise the great man whom it served.
As Cassius began to remove his dress clothes and put on his undergarments for his armour, he called out to nobody in particular.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
