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Post by Lord Newbury on Dec 7, 2017 15:26:57 GMT
Emannuel Varos Margraf of the Rji-Fluss Marches
It was simply vast, the war camp spreading for what seemed like hectares of land on the border with the so-called Badlands. From the Rji-Fluss Lands, several thousand men had been mustered, 1,000.00 Knights with a further 3,000.00 levied infantry and bowmen, encamped in the mustering field before him - Margraf Emmanuel Varos, atop his horse, looked out with a smile. He was bedecked in full plate, feathers atop his helmet and the tabard of his house marking him out as a Margraf, his sash and badge of office, command baton held at his side as he surveyed the camp. "Margraf, our men have made camp, and further can be called upon a weeks march away if needed." one of his companions piped up from behind him. Emmanuel merely nodded, and remained still.
"Excellent. Leave a-hundred Knights with me, and return the rest and their officers to the Camp," the man nodded, noting down the instructions before galloping for the camp. "...no doubt the others called to this muster shall bring their own men, if they have not already." he said to his remaining men. He was unsure of the plan, indeed - he was unsure of what his rank and place within it would even be, so for now, he awaited the arrival of his fellow Rjillunders.
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