The March
Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 1:46 pm
The weather couldn't seem to make up its mind (or it could have been that the narrator was in a decidedly undecided mood) as alternating gusts of icy cold wind laced with snow, and warm summer breezes (complete with fluttering butterflies) beat at the company that was slowly trudging its way west. This particular group was quite small consisting of sheep-drawn carriage and two ElwynnBrigade emblazoned jeeps. With the Livgardet, Häxatrupperna, Eliriaregemente, and Nordlandregemente having departed slightly earlier from Eliria, Leo was left in the company of the late Lord Allot's Family.
"So why exactly am I here again Your Grace? I'm not officially part of the Rapid Reaction Force." Albert inquired from the corner of the carriage.
"Because your skills in the art of tea steeping will be a great help on the front."
"I don't really see how tha-"
Leo continued, cutting him off. "There isn't much difference between steeping tea and a rifle you see-" Albert and Igor (who was making his first official appearance) exchanged a glance. "-the timing. Its all in the timing. You see?" He finished with a giant smile and Albert resigned himself to his fate. Having finished he looked out the window wistfully. "A pity we missed the march. I would have made an epic story for one of the bards I bet."
Albert nodded his agreement, and Steve, Steve, and Steve all put on sheepish grins. (The third Steve achieving the best result of course considering his ovine nature.)
"We sorry boss."
"No worries chaps. I always loved a good game of hide-n-seek myself, though I will admit that I never imagined that your would be able to fit in that toaster." (Now one might expect that incredulity is an appropriate tone in this scenario, but most also havn't lived several years in Nordland so the omission should be excused.) "Plus I couldn't leave without the whole Force could I?"
Igor thought that he couldn't agree less, and that Leo would have been much better off without him and visa-versa. These thoughts never had time to form in him head however as a fluke malfunction in Igor's brain sent the electrical impulses looping through his stomach and down into his calf, which resulted in a well aimed kick at the Duke's shin. Leo let out yelp, just a snowman connected with the window of the carriage.
A brief moment of chaos issued, followed by silence, broken only by soft 'baa' of protest as Steve extricated himself from under Albert. "What was that?" Albert inquired. (as it seems he is prone to do) The creak of the wheel resumed as the sheep began pulling their load further west.
"A snowman I believe." When only silence met this Leo continued. "Well you see. From what Allot explained to me, Araxion is a very unstable place, prone to ignoring the rules of causality and the such. That is of course only if there is no warden of the tower. So when Allot... Um... Died? Well when passed away, that balance was broken and the narrative entity was allowed to run free (or at the mercy of insane authors as the case presents itself). Whats odd is that I had expected Isabelle to do that in the mean time."
A sudden clearing in the snowstorm revealed a luscious green forest and the glint of the River Elwynn. As the carriage approached the river and the Amokolian border, the effects of the narrative chaos were becoming less pronounced and the ElwynnBrigade camp was coming into sight. The sheep came to a halt and Leo stepped down into the camp.
Immediately he strode to the command tent and addressed the commanders "Report please."
"All forces are in place to move against the Ocian troops."
"Excellent. Please notify the Khan imitatively."
A few protests from the gaurds brought the attention of the room back to the doorway where a figure stood silhouetted against the sun.
A look a surprise crossed Leo's face. "You?!"
"So why exactly am I here again Your Grace? I'm not officially part of the Rapid Reaction Force." Albert inquired from the corner of the carriage.
"Because your skills in the art of tea steeping will be a great help on the front."
"I don't really see how tha-"
Leo continued, cutting him off. "There isn't much difference between steeping tea and a rifle you see-" Albert and Igor (who was making his first official appearance) exchanged a glance. "-the timing. Its all in the timing. You see?" He finished with a giant smile and Albert resigned himself to his fate. Having finished he looked out the window wistfully. "A pity we missed the march. I would have made an epic story for one of the bards I bet."
Albert nodded his agreement, and Steve, Steve, and Steve all put on sheepish grins. (The third Steve achieving the best result of course considering his ovine nature.)
"We sorry boss."
"No worries chaps. I always loved a good game of hide-n-seek myself, though I will admit that I never imagined that your would be able to fit in that toaster." (Now one might expect that incredulity is an appropriate tone in this scenario, but most also havn't lived several years in Nordland so the omission should be excused.) "Plus I couldn't leave without the whole Force could I?"
Igor thought that he couldn't agree less, and that Leo would have been much better off without him and visa-versa. These thoughts never had time to form in him head however as a fluke malfunction in Igor's brain sent the electrical impulses looping through his stomach and down into his calf, which resulted in a well aimed kick at the Duke's shin. Leo let out yelp, just a snowman connected with the window of the carriage.
A brief moment of chaos issued, followed by silence, broken only by soft 'baa' of protest as Steve extricated himself from under Albert. "What was that?" Albert inquired. (as it seems he is prone to do) The creak of the wheel resumed as the sheep began pulling their load further west.
"A snowman I believe." When only silence met this Leo continued. "Well you see. From what Allot explained to me, Araxion is a very unstable place, prone to ignoring the rules of causality and the such. That is of course only if there is no warden of the tower. So when Allot... Um... Died? Well when passed away, that balance was broken and the narrative entity was allowed to run free (or at the mercy of insane authors as the case presents itself). Whats odd is that I had expected Isabelle to do that in the mean time."
A sudden clearing in the snowstorm revealed a luscious green forest and the glint of the River Elwynn. As the carriage approached the river and the Amokolian border, the effects of the narrative chaos were becoming less pronounced and the ElwynnBrigade camp was coming into sight. The sheep came to a halt and Leo stepped down into the camp.
Immediately he strode to the command tent and addressed the commanders "Report please."
"All forces are in place to move against the Ocian troops."
"Excellent. Please notify the Khan imitatively."
A few protests from the gaurds brought the attention of the room back to the doorway where a figure stood silhouetted against the sun.
A look a surprise crossed Leo's face. "You?!"