Cydnar
05-26-10, 04:59 PM
Terra Firma (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKUxE8UE7S0&feature=related)
1930
Set following the events of Between One War And Another (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=20660)
Time is a vicious thing all things considered. His journey to the city proved flawless but ultimately uneventful. His parents were in the Council Chamber debating some political quagmire or another and his servant rebuked his every advance to solicit information. Cydnar then sought council with his elders and with his superior officers in the military chambers, but was without luck there also. The cities of the Hummel it appeared, were mustering for another war.
“No wonder I wish to flee,” he muttered silently as he walked through the streets of Ardey defeated. “So much service, so much heroism delivered into their arms and I am rewarded with silence and unjust ignorance!”
The sun shone above but in the city the only light came from the irradiating runes and levitating crystals which were enchanted when the geode was built millennia ago. They still contained much of their power and cast a faint purple haze across building and citizen alike. He walked through the busy market that served as a border between the noble district and the busy artisan quarters without lifting his head from his feet, intent on pushing through the crowd without attracting any attention to his wealthy self. Arms appeared before his face accompanied by offers he would normally be unable to refuse but he pushed them aside and weaved his way through the pulse with determination.
The Chamberlain had informed Cydnar that the Provost of the Knightly court, the high commander of the Hummel army was stationed in the Nydia mountain range to the north. The fae called them the Adderspine Peaks; Dakar was hunting Jabberslythes and Cydnar doubted very much that the Provost could refuse the opportunity to prove his military prowess further. It would be an interesting if perilous and somewhat stupid diversion on his route to ascertaining an answer. There were few people in Hummel society that could even come close to understanding his troubles, and as he burst out of the edge of the crowd and made his way along the boulevard to the central earth spire he smiled to himself.
“To the sun, and the semantics of conversation,” the great pillar of earth that rose through the centre of Ardey loomed from nothing and once more the Salthias greeted the Warder Dakar with a warm smile and an embracing of ancient ways.
1930
Set following the events of Between One War And Another (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=20660)
Time is a vicious thing all things considered. His journey to the city proved flawless but ultimately uneventful. His parents were in the Council Chamber debating some political quagmire or another and his servant rebuked his every advance to solicit information. Cydnar then sought council with his elders and with his superior officers in the military chambers, but was without luck there also. The cities of the Hummel it appeared, were mustering for another war.
“No wonder I wish to flee,” he muttered silently as he walked through the streets of Ardey defeated. “So much service, so much heroism delivered into their arms and I am rewarded with silence and unjust ignorance!”
The sun shone above but in the city the only light came from the irradiating runes and levitating crystals which were enchanted when the geode was built millennia ago. They still contained much of their power and cast a faint purple haze across building and citizen alike. He walked through the busy market that served as a border between the noble district and the busy artisan quarters without lifting his head from his feet, intent on pushing through the crowd without attracting any attention to his wealthy self. Arms appeared before his face accompanied by offers he would normally be unable to refuse but he pushed them aside and weaved his way through the pulse with determination.
The Chamberlain had informed Cydnar that the Provost of the Knightly court, the high commander of the Hummel army was stationed in the Nydia mountain range to the north. The fae called them the Adderspine Peaks; Dakar was hunting Jabberslythes and Cydnar doubted very much that the Provost could refuse the opportunity to prove his military prowess further. It would be an interesting if perilous and somewhat stupid diversion on his route to ascertaining an answer. There were few people in Hummel society that could even come close to understanding his troubles, and as he burst out of the edge of the crowd and made his way along the boulevard to the central earth spire he smiled to himself.
“To the sun, and the semantics of conversation,” the great pillar of earth that rose through the centre of Ardey loomed from nothing and once more the Salthias greeted the Warder Dakar with a warm smile and an embracing of ancient ways.