Hello again. Here I present a tiny little rp that was written as a bit of an intermezzo.
The Tallest Hill in Dimwood
The land beyond was familiar. For all the wrong reasons though. Plumes of black smoke rose from the lands of Brive. He could see at least two villages ablaze. Squinting his eyes he could just about make out several small trains of refugees. The reins creaked softly as he wrung them in his hands. Many Perdanese Nobles along with their warriors had gathered in Dimwood, just as Marshal Ulric had requested. They now camped on this hill. The tallest in the area and waited on further word from the Marshal. Would the order be given to attack or would they have to suffer the sight and move on to the capital.
Sighing in the saddle Nemean knew which of the two he'd issue. His steed noticed the emotions that emanated from its rider and whisked its tail impatiently. The creature knew the young Prince better than most people and if it had a voice, it'd probably be soothing and sarcastic. A trusty battle companion, familiar like a skilled dance partner, anticipating the needs and worries of its partner. Nemean knew he had to wait and reached down to pat the noble creature on the neck.
