05-11-2015, 07:59 PM
We are at war. There will be scars.
He is so young, so new at this, and yet he takes to it beautifully. No doubt that's because he was born to it, born of the salt of the Chamber's earth, the Prince of Ash, the Chamber's own native son. It shapes him to its own ends, and that's only natural, really. And could it have created a more perfect, more eloquently duty-bound subject? No, it could not have. He is the world's strangest boy scout, a dark Captain America who cares only for the land that he loves, and knows nothing of principles beyond service to that land.And with that in mind, he's volunteered to broaden his horizons, to visit every kingdom and learn everything he can. It's not just to gain knowledge for his kingdom, but also to gain his own experience so that he may be a more perfect servant in every regard that the Chamber might require. He needs to know as much as possible, to understand everything, or else he may one day fail the home that he loves.
He sets off for the Deserts, a kingdom he knows little about. He knows roughly where it is; who is truly ignorant of the geography of Beqanna nowadays? He's interacted with horses of the Deserts from time to time, running across them in the field and such, speaking with them casually. But he's never had occasion to visit their home, let alone to speak to one of them one-on-one as diplomatic equals.
He reaches the edges of the Deserts, identified easily by the shifting sands. He is startled by how hot it is, and by how much it is like the Chamber. The way that the sand bites against his skin reminds him of the way the ash swirls around his home. There are no skeletons of trees here, not like there are in the Chamber, but the feeling is the same.
He has been told that waiting on the borders is the polite thing, and so he does not go any further inside. Instead, he calls gently into the wind, and waits, hoping that a diplomat will hear him and come to chat.
Erebor
Native Prince of the Chamber
warship x straia