11-29-2020, 01:59 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-29-2020, 04:13 AM by ⦻ash.themagician⦻. Edited 1 time in total.)
Ja'zaar, The Holy Mane and leader of Lorkhaj-Raan with his small legion of copper-clad soldiers trip to Bastion could only be described as one thing; Late, Word of the war council arrived to Castle Alkosh late, Ja'zaar awoke from his ritualistic drug trip late, His best generals newly tempered swords came late, and due to a poor decision of travelling to bastion by road opposed to sea in fear of a ambush Ja'zaar was sure to arrive late.
It was only half way down the road to Chail when the caravan could see the borders of Aimsir that exactly how foolish taking the roads was had became clear to them, being stuck between the glittering bay and enemy territory with only an escort detachment.
In spite of the shared worry that the days bad luck was buildup to a disaster Ja'zaar and his troops had courage that they'd survive the walk, as would most when in a party comprised of the best and most blessed warriors and paladins to walk the sands, spearheaded by Ja'zaar himself, the most famed spellsword Lorkhaj-Raan had seen since its founding.
Soon enough Ja'zaar felt comfortably far enough into the Queensland that he split the escort party, ordering most of the party to wander the Queensland, both questing for the locals and functioning as wandering embassies, signified by a grand Lorkhaj-Raani standard on their backs.
Now as Ja'zaars escort was only him and his most trusted advisors, they made their way to Bastion, few words of clarification had to be shared between Ja'zaar and the local officials as he made his way into the council room. Ja'zaar was quiet as he entered, trying to be as respectful as possible, yet he failed not to bring attention to himself as his great black war-armor clanged loudly when he sat
"Hail, Great leaders, This one apologizes for his absence, In my haste to arrive I may of... Overthought the best route to arrive from."
It was only half way down the road to Chail when the caravan could see the borders of Aimsir that exactly how foolish taking the roads was had became clear to them, being stuck between the glittering bay and enemy territory with only an escort detachment.
In spite of the shared worry that the days bad luck was buildup to a disaster Ja'zaar and his troops had courage that they'd survive the walk, as would most when in a party comprised of the best and most blessed warriors and paladins to walk the sands, spearheaded by Ja'zaar himself, the most famed spellsword Lorkhaj-Raan had seen since its founding.
Soon enough Ja'zaar felt comfortably far enough into the Queensland that he split the escort party, ordering most of the party to wander the Queensland, both questing for the locals and functioning as wandering embassies, signified by a grand Lorkhaj-Raani standard on their backs.
Now as Ja'zaars escort was only him and his most trusted advisors, they made their way to Bastion, few words of clarification had to be shared between Ja'zaar and the local officials as he made his way into the council room. Ja'zaar was quiet as he entered, trying to be as respectful as possible, yet he failed not to bring attention to himself as his great black war-armor clanged loudly when he sat
"Hail, Great leaders, This one apologizes for his absence, In my haste to arrive I may of... Overthought the best route to arrive from."