Dawn OOC Posted March 16, 2015 Share Posted March 16, 2015 The camp spread out as far as the eye could see, north from Kahiâ€™s Wall. The Ultgar King Kahi had erected the wall a century ago against the goblin Warlord Fak; the gruesome carvings of goblinoid faces locked into a rictus of pain lined the top of the redstone wall. South of the barrier, a single dirt road disappeared into the distance, the only sign of civilization beyond the wall. Only a few hundred feet from the barricade, Prince Nicoliâ€™s tent stood, proud in the princeâ€™s blue and white colors. It was by far the largest and grandest in the area but there were rumors he wasnâ€™t taking that one across the border. The most practical of Maelâ€™s children, it was entirely possible that he would forego the comforts due to a noble of his standing. Some of the nobles following him seemed to be afraid that they would be required to leave their massive tents and soft luxuries behind when they crossed into the goblinâ€™s lands. The nobles and those looking to impress were further south but the further north the camp went, the lower on the social strata the tents and their occupants were. The aura of the area was excitement and eagerness, mixed with a party attitude. Beer and ale flowed freely as maji smoke made a haze in the area. Heavier drinks and substances were passed around when officers werenâ€™t nearby. War songs were belted out in every key imaginable and camp followers danced for the soldiers and adventurers. It was the eve of war, and few denied themselves their pleasure of choice. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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