Bab 14: Sandfire
As Prince Notos dismounted and made his way into the Gentle Tears oasis, the hundred cavalry men also dismounted and kneeled before their righteous ruler; along with commander Hajim, the men welcomed Prince Notos with upmost warmth and determination.
The Cavalry Chieftain, Warlord Rayan stood imposingly before Prince Notos; His golden glaive stood beside him like a massive weapon of authority and power.
Prince Notos calmly promenaded and as he was about 10 meters away from the Warlord, Warlord Rayan drew his golden scimitar and took his kneel before Prince Notos.
"This humble servant greets your Majesty!" Warlord Rayan greeted with his mighty and powerful voice.
Prince Notos drew closer and stopped two meters away from Warlord Rayan; his visage exudes regal authority, as he stood with his own imposing and dignified stance, he had a very furious glare as his eyes meet the Warlord's.
As Warlord Rayan met with this gaze, he felt the extreme fury and anger behind that determined gaze of his ruler. And Warlord Rayan suddenly understood what this gaze meant; this was a gaze of retribution; a gaze for vengeance; a payment of blood and war. Warlord Rayan's mind trembled with fear and excitement. This meant that they were about to be led in war by their Prince Notos.
Warlord Rayan understood the gaze, as he gazes back at Prince Notos; he stood up and announced before his army. He nailed his golden glaive to the ground; this greatly awakened his hundred men cavalry; and Warlord Rayan raised his golden scimitar up high. With the sound of Warlord Rayan's golden glaive striking the ground, the oasis seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. The air grew heavy with a mix of reverence and fury as the Famine Cavalry, kneeling before their ruler, awaited the momentous announcement that hung in the air.
"My comrades!" Warlord Rayan's voice boomed, echoing across the oasis.
"I am Warlord Rayan, Cavalry Chieftain for the Ironforts Famine Cavalry!" Warlord Rayan's booming voice echoed across the oasis as he made his announcement, his words carrying a weight of profound significance. "Today, my brothers-in-arms, we witness the rise of a true leader, a beacon of justice and vengeance. Today, we stand in the presence of our rightful ruler; I declare Prince Notos, our esteemed ruler, as King Notos of Ironfort!"
Cheers erupted from the men, their voices blending with the desert wind, carrying a mixture of loyalty, determination, and an insatiable thirst for vengeance. The oasis reverberated with the fierce energy of their united purpose, their collective fury driving them forward. They knew Prince Notos since he was just a youngling, and the young prince had trained with them in combat arts. For many years, their bond has greatly built its foundations, and right now, seems to be the most perfect moment for the fruit to ripen.
As the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow upon the oasis, as King Notos, his eyes ablaze with determination, raised his hand, signaling for silence. The cavalry gradually quieted, their attention fixed unwaveringly upon their newly crowned king. His figure was enhanced by the golden hue of the sunset, and the furious steam that arose from the desert sands.
King Notos, now adorned with the weight of his new title, stood tall and resolute. His furious glare pierced through the very souls of his men, igniting their passion for justice and fueling their desire to avenge the destruction inflicted upon their kingdom.
"The time for complacency and division is over!" King Notos declared, his voice filled with righteous fury.
"In Hazel Grove, our kingdom has suffered unspeakable treachery and destruction. Our people have endured pain and suffering at the hands of those who seek to oppress and corruption," King Notos proclaimed, his voice resolute and filled with righteous indignation.
"But today, we stand united, fueled by the fire of vengeance and justice. Together, we shall reclaim what is rightfully ours, and bring those responsible to account."
A surge of determination surged through the veins of the Famine Cavalry. They had long awaited a leader who would rally them with such fervor and conviction, someone who would guide them to victory and restore the honor of Ironfort. In King Notos, they had found that leader.
The golden scimitar gleamed in the sunlight as Warlord Rayan lowered it, his expression a reflection of the unyielding loyalty he held for his king. He stepped forward, his voice carrying the weight of their collective fury. "We shall unleash a storm of vengeance upon the perpetrators of our kingdom's downfall! We will not rest until we have brought Hazel Grove to its knees and ensured that no other kingdom shall ever again dare to threaten our land!"
In that moment, the Gentle Tears oasis transformed into a crucible of rage and determination. King Notos and the Famine Cavalry, bound together by a shared thirst for retribution, prepared themselves for the ultimate clash of swords and the thunderous rumble of hooves. They would unleash their fury upon Hazel Grove, carving a path of vengeance that would leave an indelible mark upon the land.
In this oasis of fury, King Notos and his formidable cavalry stood as an unstoppable force, eager to exact their vengeance and restore the glory of Ironfort with every swing of their blades.
King Notos stood before his hundred men cavalry, his eyes burning with determination and his voice filled with passion. The men, their hearts already ablaze with fury, eagerly awaited his words, their spirits ready to heed his call.
"My loyal warriors of Ironfort!" King Notos began, his voice ringing with a fervor that could not be ignored.
"Today, we stand united, bound by our shared purpose and undying loyalty. The time has come for us to reclaim our kingdom, to rebuild a new Ironfort that will stand as a testament to our strength and resilience!"
The Famine Cavalry listened intently, their gazes fixed upon their king, their anticipation growing with every word he spoke.
Warlord Rayan stood behind him as King Notos addresses his cavalry, his mind was proud and his heart was determined. He has yearned for a leader who would rise above the chaos, someone who would unite them under a single banner and rekindle the flames of hope within their hearts.
"We shall not bow to the whims of Hazel Grove or seek justice from the Great Kingdom of Ethos," King Notos declared, his voice resonating with unwavering resolve. "Our justice will be wrought by our own hands, fueled by our determination and the fires of vengeance that burn within us. We shall rebuild Ironfort from the ashes, a kingdom that will inspire fear in the hearts of our enemies and pride in the hearts of our people!"
A surge of passion coursed through the veins of the Famine Cavalry. King Notos's words ignited a fire within them, erasing any doubts that may have lingered in their minds. They yearned to be part of the new Ironfort, to fight alongside their king and forge a future that would reclaim their honor.
"We are the sons and daughters of Ironfort, a kingdom known for its strength and resilience!" King Notos continued, his voice growing stronger with every word. "Let our enemies tremble at the sight of our united front! Together, we shall tear down the walls that confine us and rise to greatness once more!"
Cheers erupted from the Famine Cavalry, their voices joining together in a mighty chorus. They knew that their king had ignited a flame that could not be extinguished, a flame that would guide them towards a brighter future.
King Notos, his heart filled with pride and his gaze filled with unwavering determination, looked upon his loyal warriors. "My brethren, my comrades, let us march forth, not as fragmented factions, but as a united force. Let us rebuild Ironfort, not for the glory of others, but for our own legacy. We shall be the architects of our own destiny, the masters of our own fate!"
The Famine Cavalry roared in response, their loyalty and devotion resounding through the oasis and into the depths of their souls. With King Notos at their helm, they would forge a new Ironfort, a kingdom that would rise from the ashes and reclaim its rightful place among the great realms of the land.
Warlord Rayan's voice boomed across the oasis, the excitement in his tone palpable. "Prepare the royal banquet! We shall celebrate the return of our beloved King Notos in grandeur and style!" His command echoed through the ranks of the Famine Cavalry, igniting a flurry of activity as preparations for the feast began.
Men hurried to set up the Gentle Tears oasis for a royal occasion. In contrast to a lavish and copious celebration, with long, elaborately decorated tables, adorned with fine linens and shimmering silverware and fragrant flowers. What was decorated before their King was meat and liquor, it was a feast plenty enough for men to celebrate.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the oasis, the Famine Cavalry gathered, their hearts filled with anticipation and joy. The sound of laughter and camaraderie filled the air as men shared tales of their past victories and raised their cups in celebration.
A rich feast was laid out before them, a testament to the abundance and prosperity that would be restored to Ironfort under King Notos's rule. Platters of succulent roasted meats, rice dishes and barrels of liquors and wine. Exquisite wines and spirits were poured into goblets, their rich flavors enhancing the jubilant atmosphere.
Warlord Rayan, resplendent in his regal attire, stood at the head of the banquet table, his gaze filled with pride and admiration for his king. "To King Notos, the rightful ruler of Ironfort!" he declared, raising his goblet high. The Famine Cavalry echoed his toast, their voices unified in celebration.
King Notos, clad in royal attire befitting his status, took his place at the center of the banquet table. His face radiated a mix of gratitude and determination as he looked upon his loyal warriors. "I am humbled by your unwavering loyalty and unwavering dedication," he addressed them, his voice carrying the weight of his newfound authority. "Tonight, we celebrate not only the return of our king, but also the unity and strength of Ironfort. Together, we shall reclaim our kingdom and forge a future that will be remembered throughout history!"
The warriors cheered, their cups raised in unison, their hearts filled with a renewed sense of purpose and hope. They feasted and reveled into the night, their spirits soaring as they shared tales of valor and dreams of a brighter future.
As the feast continued, the oasis seemed to glow with the joy and excitement of the Famine Cavalry. The night air was filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of goblets, echoing their unwavering devotion to their king and their unbreakable bond as comrades-in-arms.
In the midst of the celebration, King Notos watched his loyal warriors with a mixture of pride and gratitude. He knew that this banquet was more than just a feast—it was a symbol of their unwavering commitment to rebuild a new Ironfort, to defy the forces that had sought to tear them apart.
Amidst the laughter and revelry, a sense of determination settled upon the Famine Cavalry. They would carry the spirit of this celebratory feast with them into battle, their hearts aflame with the fervor and resilience that would fuel their quest for vengeance and the restoration of their beloved kingdom.
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