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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Call to Arms || Warrick/Amorette
    #1
    Belgaer
    He loved to fly. Of all the gifts he’d been giving, his wings were, by far, his favorite. On any other occasion he would have taken his time, reveled in the way the wind brushed through his feathers. Time, however, was not his ally. He had been sent on a mission by his father, to call upon Ischia’s allies for an emergency meeting in regard to Sylva. The mission weighed heavy upon his shoulders. 
     
    Flying above the ashy terrain of Tephra, Belgaer braced himself against the heat of the wind as it pulled at him. He'd only recently visited the volcanic land for the first time and his respect for it's people coursed through him. The kingdom was an unforgiving one, with very little able to survive within the shadow of it's guardian mountain. Ominously ahead of him, it was hard to ignore the influence of it's magma. 
     
    Twisting himself ever so slightly he allowed the underside of his wings to catch the wind and blow him gently off to the left. Feeling the effects of gravity, he drifted down towards the ground. Deftly he landed, his wings buffering the force of his fall. Glancing around him, he tucked his wings against his side, his sides heaving as a result of his unusually quickened pace. There had been no time to waste, there was something dark stirring in the heart of Beqanna and Jesper’s long awaited return did not bode well with the Ischians. The stallion had endured much during his time as their prisoner and, as a result, he knew all too well the strength they harbored within the yellowed leaves of Sylva. 
     
    Brennen had sent Belgaer, almost instantly after they’d stumbled upon the battered and bruised stallion, ahead in hopes of alerting their allies and calling them to an informational meeting. Although ill-advised, Jesper’s sacrifice allotted them a rare opportunity to learn more about the dark forces that threatened to move against them. Perhaps, the most disturbing news his nephew had divulged, had been that Belgaer’s own half sister now ruled beside the clown king. If the rumors could be believed, she no longer resembled the Ischian she had once been. His stomach twisted whenever he thought upon the changes Jesper had described. 
     
    Determined, he forced himself to remain focused upon the task at hand. There was time later to worry about the fate of his sister. Confidently he strode forward into a clearing, his red coat standing out against the neutrality of the landscape. 
     
    “Amorette,” he called out. “Warrick?”
    The Prodigal Son


    @[Amorette] / @[Warrick] Basically, Brennen sent Belgaer to call an emergency meeting in the thread where they discovered Jesper (the river I think). This thread is just to help tell the story IC. Smile


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    Call to Arms || Warrick/Amorette - by Belgaer - 06-06-2018, 11:25 AM
    RE: Call to Arms || Warrick/Amorette - by Warrick - 06-06-2018, 11:48 AM
    RE: Call to Arms || Warrick/Amorette - by Belgaer - 06-06-2018, 05:58 PM



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