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Post by Justinian Constantine on Nov 8, 2012 19:10:14 GMT -5
Justinian marched on from Waterwheel with his faithful followers. With no horse of his own, He and his men traveled onward barefoot. Even though a few did had horses, he did not accepted one. Justinian kept marching without one, and drank along the river by refilling his flask by the fresh river water. Looking onward, he looked towards his soldier, in which his soldier spoke to him. "Fine day, is it not, general?" Justinian looked ahead and gave a nod. "Indeed." he said with a smile. He kept marching while looking at his men. They all seem to be chatting about certain things, mostly regarding their family and such. Something that a normal army should sound like. Looking at his necklace, he prayed to himself, "One God of the sky, please protect me and my men."
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Post by Arethar of Dheynor on Nov 8, 2012 20:19:11 GMT -5
A silver dragon was making its way through the clouds. It was a fine day today, and right now, Lyanna's colour served as the best camouflage they could find. The silver dragon was almost invisible inside the white clouds, as she flew straight towards the east. Serving as a scout unit, Lyanna and Arethar were flying ahead from Anira and Authion in order to warn them of problems. Arethar had come across a lot of bandits recently, and he was going to protect his sister from any kind of danger.
"Arethar, I see a large host of men making their way down the river. They must be heading east."
Arethar's blue eyes squinted as he tried to look below and discern their colors. He didn't know whether they were friendly or not. "Have they seen us?"[/i]
"Unlikely, they seem to be concerned with just marching. What action should we take?"
Arethar's right hand travelled to the handle of the Oathkeeper and drew the sword from its scabbard. The rays of the sun fell on the sword, making it illuminate through the clouds, as Lyanna roared in the sky, knowing what that meant.
"Send word to Authion and Anira. They are to stay there unless we say so."[/i] Arethar said to Lyanna, as she started her descent from the sky.
He raised the Oathkeeper high with his right hand, his armor black with a silver sun on its chest plate, outdated but adored by him. It was the armor of Aranion the first, forged by the blacksmith of the Emperor himself.
"Arethar! They are too many!" Lyanna said as she looked at the army.
"They are marching through my lands! Senate's army or not, they will know who we are! For Dheynor!"[/i]
The dragon landed swiftly in front of their leader, roaring in order to stop the army, as Arethar raised the Oathkeeper even higher, the tiny flames coming from Lyanna's mouth making their way to the blade and dancing around it.
"Name yourselves!" Arethar yelled, the sword of the Emperor in his hands, as Lyanna raised herself on her back feet. "I am Arethar, son of Aegarn and Alana the fourth, rider of Lyanna and an elite soldier of Dheynor, heir to the throne of the Emperor!"
"Luna said-"
"Luna is not here."[/i]
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Post by Justinian Constantine on Nov 8, 2012 23:00:49 GMT -5
Just then, a giant dragon was seen, which frightened his men. Quickly drawing his spear, he believed that he was caught by the Senate, the evil bastards who ruined the government. But then, he heard "Name yourselves! I am Arethar, son of Aegarn and Alana the fourth, rider of Lyanna and an elite soldier of Dheynor, heir to the throne of the Emperor!" Hearing this, the men were silent for a second. Justinian kept his spear up, but then one of his soldiers spoke.
"LORD ARETHAR!".
All of his Imperials gave a salute that Justinian never saw ever in his life. Turning to one of his elites, he begun to spoke.
"Keethar," he said to the man who had a sash over him. "Elites...? What... What is going on here? I thought you were bandits!".
Keethar Ulfric, who was a 40 year old Elite who was once leader of the current band spoke. "The Elites once protected the throne of Dheynor until they were disband. Only two hundred of us remained, and begun to raid people under control of the Senate in acts of vengeance."
Justinian didn't trusted the man who was infront of him, but as soon as she said he was a Dheynorian, his trust for the man went up a bit. However, he still cannot believe he is a decent of Alana the fourth, the very decent he was aiming to look for. However, Keethar gave a salute that was once used by the Elites and all of his soldiers begun to hum the Dheynorian Imperial Anthem. It sounded quite similar to a song that Justinian heard when they were bandits, and when he was still under them. Beginning to hum and salute with them, his troops followed their example, and all begin to do so. The hyums begun to turn into singing and shouts in the verses.
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Post by Arethar of Dheynor on Nov 9, 2012 1:16:05 GMT -5
Someone had called him a lord. Arethar's eyes widened, as he saw in front of him the salute of the Elites. Two hundred people started to bring their fists to their hearts and fell on their knees, as Arethar did the same out of habit. He couldn't believe it. This couldn't be.
The Elites? Here? Why not on the mountain? Where had they been for the past ten years?
With the corner of his eye, he saw Lyanna bow her head and that meant only one thing. These were the true Elites of Dheynor. And then he heard a name.
Keethar Ulfric.
He could remember that man like it was yesterday. He had once been one of the finest warriors in the Elites at that time, and that was saying something. He made his way to him, lowering his sword, and as he approached, he brought his right hand (still holding Oathkeeper) to his heart. "Brother, I salute you." he said, as he fell on his knees again.
The man made his way towards him, as the rest of the soldiers started to sing the hymn he had learned as a child. The man made a notion for him to stand up. Obliging, Arethar met the man's gaze.
"You need to shave your beard a bit." the man said.
"You've grown fat." Arethar joked, and they embraced. Arethar laughed as the man hit his back gently out of happiness. "You're still alive. May the one God bless you, son." he said, and there were tears in his eyes.
"Lyanna, tell Anira and Authion that it is safe to come here."[/i]
He turned and started to embrace many of the other elites that had come to greet him.
"You remember your Oath, boy?"
"I, Arethar, swear by the one true God to be faithful to the country of Dheynor, to protect the country from all kinds of danger, to put the lives of the people before my own and follow the commands of my superiors. I take this obligation with all my heart and mind. My sword is my family, my shield is the people who rely on me, my power lies in my faith. I will be the one that faces Dheynor¢s enemies with a ready sword, I will be the one to save the people from all harm, and let history remember my name. I am Arethar, born anew as a Dheynorian Elite." he said, and saluted Keethar again. "I will never forget."
He turned to look at the man whose spear was still pointed in his way. "Who are you? If you are with my brothers and sisters, then I consider you my brother as well."
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