Roleplay from Guldor D'Espana
An unusually deep frown decorated Guldor's forehead when he rode the last few miles towards the gathering point for the Northern Alliance. The entire handling of the latest internal crisis disgusted him profoundly, and an intense feeling of unrest stinged him from the deepest parts of his heart. It had been a truly long time since he had felt with such intensity, and he was not sure about the reason that had made his long-held apathy for everything that was not battle and war to be pushed away.
Before him, thousands upong thousands of torches lit the camps at night, both theirs and their enemies'. At dawn, one of the greatest battles of modern times would take place in the woodlands of Winkamus, where either side would take a significant blow that could very well change the balance of power. The unrest started fading away, replaced by the eagerness for the sun to rise. Yes, that battle would be a good for one for sure. Good enough, perhaps, to...
There he stood for a long while, watching the trembling fires and deeply submerged in his own thoughts.
