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Ragash
Midday
While spectacle and celebration were hardly uncommon in the great cities of the Empire, no one had expected the arrival of this day's peculiar caravan. It hailed from the trading ports of Annuakat, having traversed the landscape to arrive at Ragash unannounced. Under the afternoon sun the parade made its way through the streets, holding banners of pitch black bearing the sigil of a red lotus - one that had become known as the signature of the Emperor's Executioner.
A covered carriage pulled by two black horses sat at the center of the caravan, heavily guarded by Abtati warriors and ... beast people.
Sitting astride an ornately tacked desert raladon was a face not soon or easily forgotten. Loxa Visl spied the towers of prestige at the center of the city and motioned to her retinue that their trek would soon come to an end. She glanced aside to a man riding on a horse nearly half the size of her own mount, Roque, who nodded in return to her and rode ahead.
"Make way for the Sha Matri, Loxa Visl! Make way! She arrives bearing exotic gifts from the far east for the Lady Medja!"
Not that her own mount needed any help clearing a path, but now they had all the attention they needed.
Fieravene had ordered a grand display and Loxa was more than happy to oblige her well-paying client.
Midday
While spectacle and celebration were hardly uncommon in the great cities of the Empire, no one had expected the arrival of this day's peculiar caravan. It hailed from the trading ports of Annuakat, having traversed the landscape to arrive at Ragash unannounced. Under the afternoon sun the parade made its way through the streets, holding banners of pitch black bearing the sigil of a red lotus - one that had become known as the signature of the Emperor's Executioner.
A covered carriage pulled by two black horses sat at the center of the caravan, heavily guarded by Abtati warriors and ... beast people.
Sitting astride an ornately tacked desert raladon was a face not soon or easily forgotten. Loxa Visl spied the towers of prestige at the center of the city and motioned to her retinue that their trek would soon come to an end. She glanced aside to a man riding on a horse nearly half the size of her own mount, Roque, who nodded in return to her and rode ahead.
"Make way for the Sha Matri, Loxa Visl! Make way! She arrives bearing exotic gifts from the far east for the Lady Medja!"
Not that her own mount needed any help clearing a path, but now they had all the attention they needed.
Fieravene had ordered a grand display and Loxa was more than happy to oblige her well-paying client.