Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-25975584-20160821035507

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Half the Arcadian expedition's force has landed in Apparis under the command of Lady Aria Caro, formerly known as Viscountess Maria Azzarà, a Solarian Stigma of no small repute. With her is Highlord Azalea Snow, the "Ruin Princess", as a master spellcaster.

The Apparisian navy and marines are commanded by Imperial admiral-turned-rebel Archcount Ambrosius Falco, well-versed in the tactics of the Imperial navies. Valerius makes a point of detaining Falco's remaining kin, he oddly doesn't torture, or otherwise degrade them.

As for the Arcadians, he never wanted war with them. He regards it as almost fratricidal, for in some respects it is. He spends five hours praying to Androktasia, and not moving a muscle, hoping for guidance. As he does so, the things he had lacked for so long came back to him. His conscience, and his faith. The first in part, and the second in full.

He gives a fiery sermon at the feet of the Temple of Slaughter, his bellowing enhanced even further by the armor that he wears. As the army comes out of the city, and the countryside around it, upon every shield there is the Imperial sun, and (whatever Androktasia's symbol is.) And for those who do not have shields, they have either painted, or crudely stitched a sun upon their clothing, or armor.

He does, feed the city's beggars as well. Taking part in giving them food himself. (It cost him a fortune.)