Sixth Cycle of Junctior, Autumn, Era XIV
50 men moved threw the fog, and darkness in the dock districts. There movements silent, there passing unknown. Black cloaks fell around blue uniforms, uniforms that would appear familiar from a time not long ago. Traveling further into the area the figures soon found the place they where traveling to. The dark wooden fortress that now hung no flag. Though at one time Held a proud flag of the Raven's Wing. With a creek the door to the fortress opened an the men slowly filed in. Within seconds the road was clear once again the doors closed and locked.
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Migeria Silverblade, was uncertain just what he was going to find when he entered the fortress, he and his flow mercenary's had helped to build. What they found was more then even he could have imagined. When they had been arrested, the wall had not yet been completed, now it was...and while under the imperial hold, had been covered with stone for reenforcement. The once separate buildings, had been connected threw a network of walkways and the inside of the area itself appeared to have received much body help.
Though, that was all the good points that remained the grounds where overgrown, many of the windows on the upper floors where broken...dust covered many of the items in the fortress and most distressing there was almost no indication the Raven's Wing had ever owned the location at all. That would soon change.
Directing the men to the far, small parade field Migeria called, Ssavatt over and pulling a bundle from the man's pack, laying it on a table and began to unfurl it's contents. What soon took shape was a flag, blue in color with a black trim. IN it's center was the depiction of a raven, colored in silver, it's wings out, tail feathers fanning and head to the side.
Migeria Took one end and Ssavatt the other, slowly the men brought the flag to a pole in the exact center of the fortress grounds. Attaching the rings Ssavatt contiued to hold the flag, as Migeria pulled the flag up the pole. Inch by inch the the flag floated up the pole until finally it flew proud in the night sky.
There first duty finished the men began to disperse to begin there next. Vincent's orders had been specific. The place was to be up and ready within the next few brightnings. So that all would be ready for the mercenary's to begin where they left off. For now Migeria would have command, Lrass Helburid would have second. Ssvatt would head the scouts, Landon would again command the archers, Derrick Fencer would head both the medical section and the infantry and the rest of the men chosen where mostly new recruits. So those in command would have there hands full with that alone.
Taking the stairs one at a time, Migeria made his way to the office that had once belonged to Vincent. It was a bit strange to know that the office was now his. Most of the set up was still there, though the grate window that overlooked the parade field was now shattered. Picking up a peace of the glass the assassin threw it from the empty hole, listening for the tell tale, crash that would soon follow. Seconds later Migeria was reworded with a small crunching noise.
Pulling the chair from it's place behind the dark oak desk. Migeria needed to blow on it once to get ride of the more obvious dust, even as he brushed the chair down with his gloved hand. After sneezing once, Migeria sat down leaned back and considered the moon threw the open hole of the window. The rise of the Raven's Wing, would go as it did once before...only this time nothing would stand in there way. The time for secrecy was over, the time for action had come.
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