Vel Akaten
Eleanor
Edric leaned forward over the neck of his horse, the sound of thundering hooves echoing out from beneath and to the right.
They had been riding for nearly two days non-stop now, pushing the horses to near death. Only touches of magic and infusions of potions had kept the beasts going. It had been an utterly mad rush, hundreds of miles crossed in time that most would have considered impossible. Edric and his companion had ridden straight from Vel Anir to the very edges of the Aberresai Savannah.
The journey had not been an easy one. They'd avoided roads, cut far out of sight of towns and villages.
It had been a journey undertaken in haste, in stealth, and so quiet had reigned between the two of them.
Not that Edric minded that particular bit. On her best of days Eleanor had always been a bit of a...grump, and she was hardly what Edric would consider a conversational sparring partner. Though many of their peers would say the same of him. The two days had passed quickly, with only short stops for wolfed down meals and moments of relief.
"There!" Edric finally spoke, the first word that either of them had uttered in half a day. Fingers tightened on reigns, pulling taught as he slowed the gallop of horse. The great beast didn't hesitate, Anirian training drawing it to a full stop mere feet away from the edge of a cliff. Edric leaned back, patting the beasts neck, his gaze flickering down into the valley below.
There he saw what they had been sent for; Vel Akaten.
The city lay nestled into the side of a cliff, a great wall shielding it's only exposed flank. Yet that was not what caught Edric's gaze, no. It was the hundreds of bonfires flickering out around the metropolis' defenses that caught his eye. "Shit."
Edric breathed quietly. "We're too late."
His hand reached up, fingering the leather pouch on his belt that contained the letter they had been given. It had been meant for the Governor of Vel Akaten, a message of support, that an army was coming to help defend against the threat of the marching tribesman. A message that was now blocked.
Slowly Edric looked towards Eleanor.
"We should sneak in." Edric stated, his voice firm.
Eleanor
Edric leaned forward over the neck of his horse, the sound of thundering hooves echoing out from beneath and to the right.
They had been riding for nearly two days non-stop now, pushing the horses to near death. Only touches of magic and infusions of potions had kept the beasts going. It had been an utterly mad rush, hundreds of miles crossed in time that most would have considered impossible. Edric and his companion had ridden straight from Vel Anir to the very edges of the Aberresai Savannah.
The journey had not been an easy one. They'd avoided roads, cut far out of sight of towns and villages.
It had been a journey undertaken in haste, in stealth, and so quiet had reigned between the two of them.
Not that Edric minded that particular bit. On her best of days Eleanor had always been a bit of a...grump, and she was hardly what Edric would consider a conversational sparring partner. Though many of their peers would say the same of him. The two days had passed quickly, with only short stops for wolfed down meals and moments of relief.
"There!" Edric finally spoke, the first word that either of them had uttered in half a day. Fingers tightened on reigns, pulling taught as he slowed the gallop of horse. The great beast didn't hesitate, Anirian training drawing it to a full stop mere feet away from the edge of a cliff. Edric leaned back, patting the beasts neck, his gaze flickering down into the valley below.
There he saw what they had been sent for; Vel Akaten.
The city lay nestled into the side of a cliff, a great wall shielding it's only exposed flank. Yet that was not what caught Edric's gaze, no. It was the hundreds of bonfires flickering out around the metropolis' defenses that caught his eye. "Shit."
Edric breathed quietly. "We're too late."
His hand reached up, fingering the leather pouch on his belt that contained the letter they had been given. It had been meant for the Governor of Vel Akaten, a message of support, that an army was coming to help defend against the threat of the marching tribesman. A message that was now blocked.
Slowly Edric looked towards Eleanor.
"We should sneak in." Edric stated, his voice firm.