Most Reverend Father Bratvi Arrufa was a muscled, middle aged man with a clean shaved head. When he spoke people were forced to listen. His pale skin marked his heritage as somewhere not within the realm which made him a compelling sight, and his brogue, if it could be described as one, was flat, almost as if the man didn’t understand what intonations were. Perhaps his vocal cords didn’t care for the nuisance.
Men like him were rare in the realm, but among priests, outsiders weren’t so unheard of.
They rode hard for five days. During the day they pushed the horses as far as they could go, and at night they set up camp anywhere they found themselves between cities.They left Arslagh six hundred priests strong under the command of two reverends, who reported to Bratvi. Once outside the capital, they quickly met up with another reverend with command over three hundred priests. Before nightfall, they came upon the city of Hovgrad, a simple city of the realm with no significant repute. Sethlzaar had come upon the city during his travels with Valerik, and like his travel, they di
Six days into their march they were going three thousand six hundred priests strong, and at most, seven one-thousand-man generals. At over ten thousand men strong—priest horses ridden by white cassocks leading war horses ridden by black armor—they were a sight to behold, and a force primed for battle.Then they began doing what Sethlzaar considered the unreasonable.
Six days into their march they were going three thousand six hundred priests strong, and at most, seven one-thousand-man generals. At over ten thousand men strong—priest horses ridden by white cassocks leading war horses ridden by black armor—they were a sight to behold, and a force primed for battle.Then they began doing what Sethlzaar considered the unreasonable.
Sethlzaar frowned at thought of the infirmary. Fighting the Merdendi hadn’t been one of his brightest ideas. In fact, he was beginning to wonder what had gotten into him. He’d won the fight but it was too soon to be walking around in pain. For the rest of what was left of the day he avoided everyone else. He kept himself locked away in his room doing nothing worth remembering. The maids brought his meals as was their duty, but none ever knocked. They left his meals at his door and turned away, as if fearing what would happen should they draw his attention. He di
Nixarv studied Sethlzaar with the scrutiny of a confused man. It was almost as though the man refused to believe his eyes. It should’ve been strange but Sethlzaar found it mildly irksome.“How?” Nixarv asked, his eyes fixed on Sethlzaar’s torso.Sethlzaar shrugged. The how did not matter, what mattered was if the man had a solution to his problem. H
“Ouctun, eg’n ougnad.”Sethlzaar smiled at his brother’s words. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed hearing vrail. Given, there were a lot of priests around and he’d marched with them for a while. But the truth was simple; priests didn’t use their own language very often.He turned to Cenam and nodded. “Yes, brother
The sun’s decline from its apex found them arraigned a distance away from the ruined walls, infantry and cavalry alike.Somewhere before the front lines of their group’s arrangement Vagris addressed them. His words were majestic and designed to strike hope and the glory of battle into the hearts of the men, at least Sethlzaar thought so. The Reverend’s words were lost to him, however. Their glorious order fading away somewhere after the eight row, demanded that only the soldiers of the realm and the first line of priests on horseback heard them. It didn’t m
Sethlzaar froze then recovered in time to side step the girl’s attack. In the times he’d been fighting the Merdendi this was a first. The fact that they’d never brought children to the battlefield was one of the things that had made him doubt the realm’s reference to them as savages. No. He shook his head, strands of hair that could just as much have been white as they could have been black cutting across his view. For some unknown reason he didn’t want to believe they had begun sending their children into war, because if they had, then it was the realm that had forced them into such an action. She might be like Levlin, he tried to convince himself as he stepped away f