by The Kingpin » Sat May 12, 2012 2:21 am
The two Archknights entered the palace, stopping in the main hall, awaiting the summons of the Emperor's steward. As high a rank as they possessed, it was not their place to barge in on the Emperor uninvited. If given a dire enough reason however, they would not hesitate. Valenhad's main ally in this war was Germania, and the Kingdom had every intention of preserving that ally's ability to assist...
Meanwhile, on the edge of the jungle surrounding the shrine, in the grasslands, the joint forces of the Hukkamil-Birran and the Abirus-Sahari marched, tens of thousands of men and women moving through the grasslands in legions. cloaks streaked black and tan, scarf-like cloths wrapping around their heads and faces, exotic blades of various designs, from the straight long swords to the elven scimitars and glaives, crossbows, long bows and artillery pieces being carried by the army, the most formidable weapons being placed on the backs of large beasts of burden, massive, curve-horned saurians striding along on all fours, moving weapons platforms in and of themselves. The soldiers marched on foot or on the backs of strange, exotic beasts of various sizes, made their way towards the shrine, the King of the Hukkamil-Birran, Qa'id Antar Timeem, at their head, riding upon a dark-furred Manticore, it's leonine head hanging on powerful shoulders, two sabre-like fangs extending from its upper jaw in the place of regular canines. Behind it, it's tail seemed to float and writhe with an unnatural grace, though its whip-like dimensions and barbed form hinted it would be a ferocious weapon when the need arose. From its back, to large leathery wings hung, furled at its sides for now. At the brisk pace the army marched, they would likely reach the shrine by noon...
Septimus soon reached the entrance, watching as Radamand spoke to the reptilian newcomers. Lizardmen from Lustria, to be precise. intrigued, Septimus listened in on the discussion...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG