[For entertainment purposes only.]
Atramentous heavens shed tears of sorrowful joy, bittersweet love which sustains land and sea alike. Green are the fields, verdant the forests yet, greyer their colours as they lie in wait for the oncoming storm ahead. Abrupt currents greet the countryside; slate mists' horses which pull them forward.
A singular carriage fumes across the lands with great haste toward a distant port at the countryside. Winds scream, small whirlwinds of fall leaves rise and sweep through the fields and near the forests.
Forest green eyes scan the fields through the decorated carriage's windows as the grasslands pass by with quite a velocity. The fresh flavours of autumn rush alongside the wilds currents, offering moments of reminiscence to both critter and hunter.
Ulric's words still echo within their ears, and they know what duty there is for them to uphold.
A missive had been sent forth a week prior to this journey; its envelope donning the seal of Typhonus. Only a short memo rests on its front aside from the venerated insignia:
'To Reynald Typhonus'
"Your Grace, Duke of Calemberg, Reynald Typhonus. Brother.
This letter acts as a foretoken of my arrival into the Holy City of Regalia. Have the necessities prepared, and arrange a day for me to speak with you. Remember, Ulric knows."
This letter acts as a foretoken of my arrival into the Holy City of Regalia. Have the necessities prepared, and arrange a day for me to speak with you. Remember, Ulric knows."
Spirit's blessings to you, Brother
Konrad Typhonus
@Arendan Konrad Typhonus
