Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20200902021226/@comment-31296352-20200902042310

As the high ranking commanders, admirals and church officials discussed strategy amongst themselves, Prince Elias Torryn sat in silence; not having spoken a word since the meeting began.

He had just turned twenty last month, no longer of age to be called a boy. Normally, a royal birthday was celebrated by a week of happy festivities. But Elias had spent his birthday week doing what he had done every day since sailing to the east; planning, strategizing, marching, and of course, fighting. And while he didn’t ever show it, he has grown quite tired of the fighting.

Elias had come to Zipangu expecting a swift and decisive victory; believing the eastern defenders would crumble under a more numerous and better equipped force. But the locals have surprised him on numerous accounts, and he had grown increasingly wary as he marched his forces south; his respect and admiration for his eastern adversaries growing more and more each time he fought them, both human and mamono alike.

Yet, it wasn’t just the people he had grown to admire. He had never seen a land like Zipangu before; a land that was beautiful, tranquil and at peace, even during times of war. And while he was a foreign invader, the land seemed to make him feel….almost welcome…..at home. Which was a comfort sorely needed during past few months.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Elias came back to the present. He was clad in his royal leathers, with his rune blade, Dawntalon, hanging from his waist in its ornate sheath. Behind him, perched on the backrest of his chair, stood Aedwin, an Ironwin eagle; who was both a symbol of his house, and a faithful companion, one who had watched over the prince both on and off the battlefield.

The prince reached a hand back and gently stroked the eagle’s chest, earning him a contented chirp, before turning his attention back to the meeting. Still keeping his silence, he simply listened in on the  discussions.