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It was always hot in Amol-Kalit, but today seemed a little colder. The sun was hidden by graying clouds, yet it shone through like a golden disc.
The banners of many would fly after the commanders in this long line.
The golden arrows and stars on red. The white swallows on black. The White shield and gold flowers on a field of green. A red rearing horse on black.
It was nothing short but an oasis of colour in a place robbed of life. Despite being united, not all were here to protect Ultuk Barna, the prized guest of the Sayyiduna. It was simply safer to travel together.
The white swallow's black banner was there from the start, picked up at the edge of Amol-Kalit after a series of odd-raced escord on contract.
The Swallow himself was not far from the orc, riding slowly onward somewhere in the middle of the line.
Occasionally he would glance back at him, appearing as if wanting to say something but nothing would come from his lips.
The banners of many would fly after the commanders in this long line.
The golden arrows and stars on red. The white swallows on black. The White shield and gold flowers on a field of green. A red rearing horse on black.
It was nothing short but an oasis of colour in a place robbed of life. Despite being united, not all were here to protect Ultuk Barna, the prized guest of the Sayyiduna. It was simply safer to travel together.
The white swallow's black banner was there from the start, picked up at the edge of Amol-Kalit after a series of odd-raced escord on contract.
The Swallow himself was not far from the orc, riding slowly onward somewhere in the middle of the line.
Occasionally he would glance back at him, appearing as if wanting to say something but nothing would come from his lips.