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CORTOSI BORDER
WAR CAMP AT FORT ETRICH
WAR CAMP AT FORT ETRICH
The timing was tight, but possible. And here close to the eve of war marked the most urgent of occasions. Indeed, as the fortunes of war could be the cruelest of all, keen in this instance was the old saying "now or never".
Kristen Pirian had upon her graduation from the Academy abruptly gone abroad, traveling far from Vel Anir and to the distant heights of Mount Dincia, sacred site of Celestialism. In this errand she believed she had been so called not by the two priests who found her, but by the very god she worshipped, Aionus the Holy Sentinel himself. By what means had those priests come across her path, if not for the intervention of providence? Yet this reason and all others paled before the exquisite sense of truth she had felt in her heart, compelling her to go, urging with that quiet and gentle certainty by which the divine oft spoke.
Yet her pilgrimage to Mount Dincia had not come without sacrifice. Very much so, the pain of committing to so sudden a departure, leaving behind all whom she loved and cared for, inflicted at that time a great wound, and even now its ache knew no remedy.
No remedy, save what she hoped might happen before the 44th began their march into Cortos, igniting the war in all its fury.
Frustrated were all Kristen's initial efforts at reuniting with Alistair. Upon arriving back in Anirian lands, in Vel Numera specifically, it had been quite easy to meet with family—her uncle Tobias, her father Neil. She would be granted Ladyship over Vel Numera, much as she had wished, yet this cast to pieces her former notion prior to graduation of having all the time in the world to see Alistair, to do as she pleased. Responsibility consumed sunlight. And it was not her Ladyship alone—verily if it had been, then at any convenience could Alistair (who had his own responsibilities as Lord which demanded attending) have come to see her, or vice versa! Kristen was a Lady, but also a Dreadlord, and in this capacity she had her sword to lend to commitments elsewhere, commitments whose dire circumstances could not wait: Salesia, and her personal matter there; Sharyrdaes, and the dreadful plight assailing her friend Erën there. And now, as it happened, being called into active service to invade Cortos.
She needed to see him, lest she allow this tide of unending occupation to forever keep her away. And so prior to departing for service she had sent a letter to Alistair, informing him of the war camp of Fort Etrich, and wishing him the swiftest wings to fly if such opportunity existed for him to come in time.
Presently, Kristen stood just inside the eastern gate of the camp. Waiting and watching. This she had endeavored to do whenever it was said that new arrivals were coming. Supply lines were the most common, yet these caravans did not carry what she truly desired.
Mayhap it would be today, as yet more arrivals came, and as dusk began to settle on the land, that she would at last catch sight, so longed for, of Alistair Krixus once again.
Alistair Krixus