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The remnants of the night’s eerie chill lingered into the pristine hours before dawn. Layers of silver frost embellished the flora. A faint glow was cast unto the colourless sky. This spark was not enough to brighten the day as the sun still rested scarcely below the horizon. The earth was dampened from the previous days’ rain. Granted, earlier storms and snows were now reduced only to the occasional droplet. Immense trees born of ancient times and strong roots were blurred in a misty fog. There was silence and stillness to the forest almost of the unnatural variety; this was broken only by the rare bird bold enough to risk the weather for its voice to be heard. Through way of this wood by means of a seldom travelled path, twelve riders with their horses trekked.
A fire burned within the riders’ eyes accompanied with passionate determination. They journeyed not as common wayfarers without destination. Expressed ostentatiously was their devotion born on banner of crimson and gold and perfected by the King’s emblem. It was in his majesty’s exalted name, King Augustus IV, that these men made the journey toward the far outlying village of Aurorean. Together they emerged as the 2nd Division in the Inquisition against Impurities Act, a quest to retain the righteous purity threatened by the growing taint within the realm. While the 1st Division remained behind in the Capital to keep it safe from the Devil’s stain, it was the 2nd Division’s task to rid the outlying towns and villages of their impurities. This decision was made primarily for two reasons. One, of all the Divisions, the Second was the smallest, making it the most mobile. Two, the King particularly trusted the 2nd Division’s commander to get the job done even out of sight.
Sarrion Kaeralt was the man who rode at the vanguard of the troop, and as one might expect, he was also its commander. He was a tall man of muscular and athletic build, dressed in bronze coloured armour with an unwavering and unyielding countenance on his face. The same determination in his eyes as was in all the others. It was upon a steed of grey he sat, proud of posture with natural ease. And despite his title as commander he wore little to suggest toward his position, the exception being a small crested brooch which attached to the fastening of his cloak. His eyes were fixed straight ahead; however, his ears were wide open and keen to anything which might stir, be it the tongues of his men or the beasts within the trees.
Prior to the Inquisition against Impurities Act, Sarrion had spent most of his time within the Capital’s boundaries. If he had not been directly supporting his majesty within from the Capital, he was indirectly or directly supporting him from somewhere else. Regardless, it was always his goal to be doing something important for the King, personal time, as they might call it, he could do without. The man had little idea as what to expect of this “Aurorean” one of the several border villages which he had never set foot in. Unlike many of the kingdom’s border dwellings, Aurorean was not fringing another realm which might pose as a threat to Ilithea, therefore, Sarrion had not even passed through it while en route. If one thing were to be said about Aurorean, it would be that it was out of the way.
The thirteenth and final member of the 2nd Division returned, having finished his scouting round. He was a young boy, not really a man yet, lanky and pale haired, devote but with a strike of clumsiness. Roderick was his name, and Sarrion had personally chosen to have the boy in his Division. Normally it was not in the commander’s taste to allow upstarts who’d only been at the blade for a couple years to attend him; however, he felt Roderick had significant potential. Perhaps if the boy had spent less of his time priming as a spoilt lordling without a talent he would have already been a more superb servant to his majesty.
“Commander,” the youth began, “Aurorean is just forward, should the company make speed it would be in reach ere the sun fully lights the sky.” The words were pleasing for Sarrion, who had felt bored for some time. Forests, especially dank ones, were not entertaining places to be.
“Excellent. We shall proceed in haste,” The commander said with a slight nod toward Roderick. This was followed by a hand gesture dismissing the boy.
A fire burned within the riders’ eyes accompanied with passionate determination. They journeyed not as common wayfarers without destination. Expressed ostentatiously was their devotion born on banner of crimson and gold and perfected by the King’s emblem. It was in his majesty’s exalted name, King Augustus IV, that these men made the journey toward the far outlying village of Aurorean. Together they emerged as the 2nd Division in the Inquisition against Impurities Act, a quest to retain the righteous purity threatened by the growing taint within the realm. While the 1st Division remained behind in the Capital to keep it safe from the Devil’s stain, it was the 2nd Division’s task to rid the outlying towns and villages of their impurities. This decision was made primarily for two reasons. One, of all the Divisions, the Second was the smallest, making it the most mobile. Two, the King particularly trusted the 2nd Division’s commander to get the job done even out of sight.
Sarrion Kaeralt was the man who rode at the vanguard of the troop, and as one might expect, he was also its commander. He was a tall man of muscular and athletic build, dressed in bronze coloured armour with an unwavering and unyielding countenance on his face. The same determination in his eyes as was in all the others. It was upon a steed of grey he sat, proud of posture with natural ease. And despite his title as commander he wore little to suggest toward his position, the exception being a small crested brooch which attached to the fastening of his cloak. His eyes were fixed straight ahead; however, his ears were wide open and keen to anything which might stir, be it the tongues of his men or the beasts within the trees.
Prior to the Inquisition against Impurities Act, Sarrion had spent most of his time within the Capital’s boundaries. If he had not been directly supporting his majesty within from the Capital, he was indirectly or directly supporting him from somewhere else. Regardless, it was always his goal to be doing something important for the King, personal time, as they might call it, he could do without. The man had little idea as what to expect of this “Aurorean” one of the several border villages which he had never set foot in. Unlike many of the kingdom’s border dwellings, Aurorean was not fringing another realm which might pose as a threat to Ilithea, therefore, Sarrion had not even passed through it while en route. If one thing were to be said about Aurorean, it would be that it was out of the way.
The thirteenth and final member of the 2nd Division returned, having finished his scouting round. He was a young boy, not really a man yet, lanky and pale haired, devote but with a strike of clumsiness. Roderick was his name, and Sarrion had personally chosen to have the boy in his Division. Normally it was not in the commander’s taste to allow upstarts who’d only been at the blade for a couple years to attend him; however, he felt Roderick had significant potential. Perhaps if the boy had spent less of his time priming as a spoilt lordling without a talent he would have already been a more superb servant to his majesty.
“Commander,” the youth began, “Aurorean is just forward, should the company make speed it would be in reach ere the sun fully lights the sky.” The words were pleasing for Sarrion, who had felt bored for some time. Forests, especially dank ones, were not entertaining places to be.
“Excellent. We shall proceed in haste,” The commander said with a slight nod toward Roderick. This was followed by a hand gesture dismissing the boy.
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The 2nd Division’s arrival into Aurorean was heralded by the sound of hooves and embellished with flying banners. Sunlight brightened the sky, at least as much as it could illuminate the grey overcast which shrouded away the true sky. The ride had been short, shorter than Sarrion had expected. He brought his horse to a halt a few paces away from the quantity of people, signalling the rest of his riders to stop a few paces behind him. “My greetings to you, fellow Ilithean’s and followers of our beloved King and God.” The man paused a moment and dismounted from his horse, sword ever-present at his side as well as a small plethora of arsenal stored out of sight. The commander chose to dismount as he felt he already appeared intimidating enough, a bit more approachability would be helpful. He aimed for balance as it was his true goal to protect. The genuine and true citizens of Ilithea must not be subject to the Devil’s will. Nevertheless, to those wicked who might have stood before him at that very moment, he and his force needed to present absolute power and strength of will.
“I am Sarrion Kaeralt, commander of the 2nd Division of King Augustus IV’s Inquisition against Impurities Act.” Sarrion took a step forward after saying this and gave a minimal bow, sweeping his right arm out as he did so. “As your humble servant, I’ve come to remove this town of all the wounds festering within it.” At the time these words were said, the majority of the Inquisitors had already dismounted and were making their way slowly forward. “Now, have you any questions? And please,” it was around this point that the corners of his mouth flickered up menacingly for a brief second, “disobeying his Majesty’s Will is treason.” At the last word’s end his face returned to an almost pleasant, if not peaceful, demeanour. “It would be appreciable for one of you to inform whoever claims title of Mayor in this town of our arrival.” Sarrion paused again, stroking his hand casually along his horse’s neck and running his fingers through his mane. “And a place for our beautiful beasts to take respite would be exceptional.”