||EVENT|| A Caravan Approaches
There it is. Just as expected -- just as the shamans foretold.
Frederick of Meredith slows his horse, palming the reins in his left hand. Leather's starting to get a little cracked, dry from the desert air. He'll have a servant take care of it; for now, his attention is on the entirely unexpected oasis, in the center of Siren's Basin.
There's only one kind of power that can summon an oasis in the middle of the desert. A legendary power.
Maybe the only kind of power that could defeat the girl druid.
"At arms," he calls, to the guardsmen. Sends a glance back to the following camels, to the Queen and the Crown Princess. It's too dangerous for them; they should have consented to stay at the sea ports, or take a boat up the river locks to Jericho. But he is, as ever, bound to obey the orders of the Queen.
The caravan numbered forty-four -- six servants, the Queen, the Princess, Frederick himself, thirty guardsmen, and, of course, the general escort magics. Camels and horses. Well-supplied and armed.
Depending on the numbers in the oasis, they might seem quite the intimidating sight. Frederick only hopes that they can find the druid and convince him or her to help, before humanity faces invasion on its northwest border, an invasion a thousand times worse than the Elf attacks from the year previous, or the demon army that River Royal could raise.
Frederick of Meredith slows his horse, palming the reins in his left hand. Leather's starting to get a little cracked, dry from the desert air. He'll have a servant take care of it; for now, his attention is on the entirely unexpected oasis, in the center of Siren's Basin.
There's only one kind of power that can summon an oasis in the middle of the desert. A legendary power.
Maybe the only kind of power that could defeat the girl druid.
"At arms," he calls, to the guardsmen. Sends a glance back to the following camels, to the Queen and the Crown Princess. It's too dangerous for them; they should have consented to stay at the sea ports, or take a boat up the river locks to Jericho. But he is, as ever, bound to obey the orders of the Queen.
The caravan numbered forty-four -- six servants, the Queen, the Princess, Frederick himself, thirty guardsmen, and, of course, the general escort magics. Camels and horses. Well-supplied and armed.
Depending on the numbers in the oasis, they might seem quite the intimidating sight. Frederick only hopes that they can find the druid and convince him or her to help, before humanity faces invasion on its northwest border, an invasion a thousand times worse than the Elf attacks from the year previous, or the demon army that River Royal could raise.