There is no escape — we pay for the violence of our ancestors [Open/Soldier please!]
Timestamp: 2nd Kalendryas in the Second Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne
They came into the harbor on the light of the brightening , canvas sails flapping unsteadily in the wind, naught but the whisper of the wind and the splash of minor waves indicative of anything untoward. A few shouts, a few sung shanties, but naught else but that.
They loomed large in the horizon, dark cavernous shapes illuminated sparingly by sunslight, not immediately discernible save to the most trained eye (of which most, in this harbor, were probably drunk) or the most curious of children (who would be too asleep to notice).
It was only until midbrightening that the citizens of Archadoon would be able to recognize them as what they were: frigates of the Imperial Navy, proud, strong, protective and fierce-looking: the Aelyrian Fighting Ships Heroic and Valorous, fresh from the western harbor of Jaedexia.
Rousing the folk at sunsrise with the usual naval tradition of raising the flag with much pomp and circumstance, drums beating and horns blowing, needless to say, their arrival brought along a festive, militant, atmosphere.
The Imperial Standard fluttering at their sterns was sufficient proof of their mission here: maintenance of Lex, Ordo, and Iustatique, all of which had seemed terribly lacking in Archadoon since the destruction of late.
Curious how there appeared to be a lack of communication with Archadoon ever since, but the reasons for such were for them to find out.
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Imperial Minister for War War is the horror that occurs when rational minds fail at the negotiating table of diplomacy. ~Queen Katishandra of Daittern, Aelyrian Warfare through the Ages.
**1/6: Work (and not mutinous legionaries!) have placed Alexis' puppeteer under extreme duress. Back at Jan the 16th, Markalin willing. I will hold true to Macarthur's words, and yes, indeed, I shall return!**
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