". .Ah' Honor me to introduce you to my loyal banners." Sol gestured.
"Nearest to my sword hand is Wale Of Wind, his family served mine since its very existence, and their fertile lands produce the strongest of warriors."
Wale stood fresh from a quarrel, mending his bruised fist with a little wail. Wyne was soldier built, brawned, and refined.
"On his inner shoulder stands - sit perhaps is Liddle Narrow Reel, Liddle-Fish. He may be younger, but his gills show promise."
Liddle-Fish offered a pained nod, holding a damp cloth to the bridge of his nose.
Helinor smiles at such inconvenience but doesn't falter to continue.
"Ah, yes, and ahead of me stands Lord Of Lune; Our untasteful history was extinguished decades ago. Knights Of Light In Sol and Dark In Lune battled senselessly for records beyond the recording of scholars. Though now, our families stand together, united for generations."
A humbled Lune acknowledged the words with a bow, expressing his gratitude.
"The chair to my left stands absent for Markese, as you know, and the chair shouldered to Lord Lune is yours, White Bird."
With the introduction not as rigid, Dove and Markese took their respected seats amongst the nobility at arms, begging way for the beginning of the War Council. Many conversed about discrepancies, advantages, and tactics. All much to the overwhelmed Dove, who yet hadn't found his place amongst great swords.
"The Cloud's men move from province to province, salting the earth, I say we catch the lot' in an open space. ." Shed Lord Of Wyne.
Helinor pondered under golden light, his thoughts waning with possibility, yet his curiosity exceeded him.
". .Perhaps The White Bird could offer his wisdom." Helinor shifted.
The discussions dimmed, marking sounds of silence in the atmosphere that Dove had mistakenly become one with, and each awaited his response. The light above the rounded table shifted, no longer crowning the rays Of Helinor. It traced its exterior before gleaming onto Dove. Who lay ignorant to such occurrences, yet an unknown desire within assisted him in conveying.
'We'll meet the Storm Cloud here. .'
A singular token placed precisely on the map signified their course of action. Located a day of travels away lies a ruin northeast of Sunset Fort, the title long lost to history, but its exterior terrain offers an advantage lacked by any pursuing army. A dense forest.
Helinor fell pleased at his word, expressing his agreement.
"How can we trust the words of a commoner?"Exclaimed Wyne.
". .Do you question my judgment?"
"I question your leadership, A merc' has no right to sit amongst us Helion nobles, nor guide our blades."
"Where is your trust, Wale? Failure under the sun is unfeasible. .Regardless of who is with us, Helion will brighten the path. ."
The boil within Wyne cooled, clenching his teeth to his own frustration, as he extinguished his wraith-like mule.
"Fuc's with it all! The Fecund warriors will ride, only out of duty, nothing else!" Wyne spoke taking his leave, such an outburst hadn't gone unseen by his fellow nobles.
"So it's settled. . .Inform all men garrisoned that we ride at noon." Helinor spoke bluntly, "O'Oana, guide Helion's sword true. ."