Welcome and well met. A small Rp I wrote to illustrate the lull between potential battles. Enjoy.
Between the Battles
The sun rose as it did every day. Raining down its full brilliance in warm radiance onto all men and women. It did not care for the slaughter and revealed death just as gladly as it bathed life in sumptuous light.
Sitting on a small mount that overlooked the battlefield behind the fortifications was the Prince. Arms resting on his knees and plucking absentmindedly at the bandaging that covered his lower left arm. Seeing how the blackened battlefield had gained new stalks, not of grain but of arrows. Corpses strew all about. They were being counted by scribes followed by servants carrying little books. Upturning shields and digging up fallen banners trying to discern how many had fallen on either side and to which Noble house the fallen belonged.
Small rivers cut through the field of death. Crimson and brown. Crows harvesting the water from the eyes of deadmen and mangy dogs scurried about while fighting their own battles over the most succulent noses to rip from plump faces. Asher rubbed his face with his good hand. Realizing that tomorrow, it might start all over again.
