Your own battle lines have begun to form. Thousands of your own troops shadow that of the rebel army. The army is now beginning to move out into their positions. The knights and heavy cavalry take longer to prepare and have just begun to arrive on the scene.
Your retinue takes the reinforced flank of the oblique battle line, with your less professional infantry manning the center and remaining flank. Amidst the infantry, your dismounted knights begin to fall into position, spreading themselves evenly throughout the line.
Behind them, your archers form up. Once the orders to advance are given, they'll move to their assigned locations.
You ride Aurora behind it all, on Elya's right. Darin rides to her right. Obren is with the knights, acting as their local commander, while Velinor does the same with the archers.
Flanking behind you and the queen, half a dozen armored knights ride, acting as her personal guard for the battle.
The sun shines bright today. There's only a light, southwesterly breeze. Archers should be doubly effective in this weather.
Perhaps the direction of the wind is an omen.
The air is chilly, but not cold. It's the perfect temperature; cool enough to keep you from boiling in your armor, but not cool enough to reduce flexibility in the fingers.
Truly, it is a great day to kill.
A man calls your title from beside you.
You're torn from your reverie.
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