08-08-2016, 01:45 PM
This is slightly (mostly) trash. I apologize, but wanted to get something up!
In the wake of the raid – it seemed that new faces finally pulled from the shadows. It was to no one’s surprise that tremors of disaster quaked the land of Beqanna. In the past year, much had happened – battles were fought, souls were left behind, and the magic of the land retracted. There was no doubt that there would be more change etched on the horizon of Beqanna – it would only take time.
Eight returned from the Plains slightly battered and bruised, but with an enormous victory in his name. It had been a brutal and brash fight – one he considered perhaps even cowardly, but evenly matched none the less. He had won at the cost of drained magic, and a fractured wing that had been healing nicely. A small price to pay for a victory. But the victory came with something more – it had been a draw among the two kings, and the effects rippled throughout the land.
And now? Now what was to happen. The Kingdom’s magical powers had been retracted, the thrones changing hands, and no doubt more mutiny and attacks were on the horizon. Now, it was time for the Valley to care for herself – to nurture and protect the people and the power inside of her.
Eight appeared quietly in the back of the gathered horses. He caught the eye of Thorunn and Padma, a silent ‘hello’ if you will. To Topsail, he nods, sending a silent message to her - I am here, and here I will stay. There really was no other place for the Valley’s Guardian to be – here, was home.
In the wake of the raid – it seemed that new faces finally pulled from the shadows. It was to no one’s surprise that tremors of disaster quaked the land of Beqanna. In the past year, much had happened – battles were fought, souls were left behind, and the magic of the land retracted. There was no doubt that there would be more change etched on the horizon of Beqanna – it would only take time.
Eight returned from the Plains slightly battered and bruised, but with an enormous victory in his name. It had been a brutal and brash fight – one he considered perhaps even cowardly, but evenly matched none the less. He had won at the cost of drained magic, and a fractured wing that had been healing nicely. A small price to pay for a victory. But the victory came with something more – it had been a draw among the two kings, and the effects rippled throughout the land.
And now? Now what was to happen. The Kingdom’s magical powers had been retracted, the thrones changing hands, and no doubt more mutiny and attacks were on the horizon. Now, it was time for the Valley to care for herself – to nurture and protect the people and the power inside of her.
Eight appeared quietly in the back of the gathered horses. He caught the eye of Thorunn and Padma, a silent ‘hello’ if you will. To Topsail, he nods, sending a silent message to her - I am here, and here I will stay. There really was no other place for the Valley’s Guardian to be – here, was home.