The Gathering Storm [event] Jun 13, 2015 10:01:06 GMT -7
Post by Rosen Stele on Jun 13, 2015 10:01:06 GMT -7
Jace folded his arms over his chest, looking at some of the other individuals gathered here. They seemed to be looking around as well, curious as to whether or not the man himself was actually going to show up. Jace new that he would. The Lord of Arigel was a tower on a hill; a symbol of strength and resilience to his people. Jason had always admired the Lord for his stance against this harsh part of the world, but sometimes felt his fervor... unsettling. Jason clasped one of the Men at Arms on the shoulder. He knew that mark that adorned their Spaulders. "How you holding up, old timer?" He asked the man, who shook him off and grinned a toothy farmer's grin.
"I may not be as young as you, but I'm as capable as any man here." The man said confidently. It was amazing to Jason how the incorporation of the Men at Arms loosely into Arigel's military situation made them an army in and of themselves. Even with no guards present, the men of Fellwind and Penn could be their own force. it was impressive. Still, Jason thought as he stared up at the big gates. Could they really take back the lost ground?
The lord of Arigel straightened his back, and cocked his head to the side. His arms held wide, he allowed his squire, Benzel, to gird him with his armor and his sword. He wore a face of power and pronounced vigor. His guarded face did not show his inward glee at the gathering which congealed outside the city gates. More that he had bargained for, even hoped. Truthfully, he would have gone alone to do this task, and it was that fact that led his people to follow him, he knew. He breathed deep. His chest, gripped tight by his heavy armor, protested. He loved the feeling of breathlessness, the feeling of change. The wind blew for him today, he caught himself thinking. He did not consider himself a Zealous man, but there were times that he caught his achievements from an outside perspective, and marveled.
He waited for his wife in the Hall, having already sent Isis to join with her new comrades. He would stride out with his wife into the throng of warriors, and together they would ride north to victory.