Thread: Spoils of War (DareToDream and Nightingale)

The sound of activity outside drew him to the window and his gaze swept across the stone courtyard with a slow measured confidence. There was chaos out there, but it was controlled and restrained as everyone went through the motions that he had ordered. Midsummer Festival was almost upon them and it was time to travel if they hoped to make it to Aurelian in time. The capital city had been declared neutral ground for the festival by the High King and it was the only way it could work. The kingdom of Narvashal had been at war with its neighbor for years now, each fighting to expand their borders and claim the rich resources and tax base that existed on the others land. War was common place in their world as kingdoms skirmished all the time without interference from the High King. As far as he was concerned, so long as the kingdoms paid their taxes and didnt wage war against those he considered his, they were free to do what they wanted. The Midsummer Festival trumped all of that though as it was the celebration of the God and Goddess, that most sacred of events that all kingdoms had to celebrate. To not do so would bring the wrath of the High King and his armies down on them, a prospect no one wanted. So, at the request of the High King, a truce had been declared by the warring neighbors and negotiations had been completed about when each would arrive in Aurelian and how many soldiers they could bring with them to ensure the protection of their High Lords. Those preparations were under way now, under his watchful eye. It would soon be time for him to go outside and make sure everything was ready but first he had to visit his Lord. Turning towards the door, he saw the attendant as he entered and gave him a nod. Take me to him he said, his voice gruff. The man nodded and turned, leading the way through the dank, damp hallways of the castle. Marcus Steele, High Knight to the High Lord followed him, his feet echoing on the stone with each step. They moved through the castle quickly, the knight nodding to different people he met, all going about their duties in preparation for the departure of their Lord. At one point, he paused and issued orders to some soldiers, wanting the complement of archers beefed up and well stocked with shafts. Finally, they reached the throne room and Marcus entered, stopping when he reached the dais and dropping to one knee with his head bowed. Rise, Marcus, and face me. The words were quietly spoken but resounded with authority and power and Marcus did as he was bid, standing and focusing his gaze on the High Lord, awaiting his orders. The man studied him for a moment and then nodded. Are we ready to depart, Marcus? The High Knight gave a curt nod in return. I believe so, my lord. I just need to do a final inspection and then we can be under way. We have a full detachment of knights, archers, and cavalry going with us as planned along with all the support personnel needed. There will be a second detachment trailing behind us that stays just outside of the city should they be needed in an emergency. He knew that this latter group was not part of the negotiated limits but he would not put his Lord in danger but being under prepared. As long as they stayed outside of the city, in disguise, they would be fine. Very good, Marcus. Go do the final inspection so we can be underway. I will be down shortly. Marcus nodded and gave a salute, then turned and left the room, quickly heading out of the castle and into the courtyard. The next thirty minutes were spent inspecting the troops, ensuring that all weaponry was packed, and making sure that all the supplies were stored away and ready. The safety of the High Lord was his responsibility and he would not fail him. When he was finally satisfied that all was ready, Marcus gave a signal and the High Lord emerged from the castle, accompanied by the best bodyguards the kingdom had available. Knights all around dropped to their knees in honor, a gesture that was met with a curt head nod from the Lord, and then he slipped out of sight, climbing into the carriage that awaited him. Marcus rode up on his horse and nodded to the High Lord. We are ready sir and will move on your command. The High Lord gave it and Marcus turned and rode to the head of the caravan, shouting orders as he went. Within moments, they began to move, quickly leaving the courtyard and beginning the trek to Aurelian.