Private Tales Templar: The nine of Broken Sword

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
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Anastasia

It was early dawn when the nine set off. Valerie had tactfully said her goodbyes the night before. She was not there to see them depart.

There was a sense of anxious excitement in the air as the nine gathered and saddled up. They had not been as a unit like this since that first mission to deal with the wrath when they were 18. In many ways, this was something for most of them to look forward to. But in others... there was a sense of tension and anticipation rippling off of near every one of them. They were doing this.

They next time they came back, they'd find everything exactly as they left it, or a complete mess.

And the worse part? If everything was fine, they'd have to come back to pick it apart bit by bit in preparation for trying to raise Saul to the post of Commander.

As they rode away, it felt like the making to the end of an era.



Anastasia glanced back at the compound, the morning mist wrapping around it's large wall.She swallowed hard, catching Saul's gaze with her solemn own. She urged her horse on with a solid nudge, her face empty of emotion.
 
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Saul road ahead of everyone else of course, leading the pack as he always did. He wore his helmet and full armor, the deep red cloak wrapped around his shoulders.

It was a cold morning, colder than he would have liked.

Alliria was known for it's head, the constant prickle of humid air that seemed to meld with the flesh. Having if be so cold on a morning like this felt like an odd sort of omen. It was a silly thought in some regards, but he couldn't but let it slide across the back of his mind.

The first day went by relatively slow, crawling along.

As did the second, and the third.

The weather was pleasant enough as they got further away from the City and the meeting of the two continents. Summer still reigned, and the sun reached out to them. On the fourth day Saul had taken to no longer wearing his helmet, instead strapping it to his saddle just in case it was needed.

"We need to find a river tonight." The Commander commented. "You guys are starting to smell."

A few laughs rang from the line of Templar.