A Meeting Of Equals Apr 22, 2015 18:59:20 GMT
Post by ashenmoon on Apr 22, 2015 18:59:20 GMT
The night before the battle of Falor, a meeting of equals took place...
Not far down the southern road from Falor, near the five-league mark at the crossroads, there waited a Dominii herald. Behind the hills to the west the sun was sinking in flames, and to the east the starry sky of Varantium was vaulting into the heavens. His horse was an indistinct smudge in the gathering gloom, a blank canvas painted with the world’s colours - blood and pale death. Above him the sail-like banner of parley fluttered weakly in the heavy air.
A few hundred paces behind him stood a great pavilion, its wide entrance opened fully and its interior brightly lit by soft lanterns - empty. Before it and to the side stood a group of men, high dignitaries of the Dominion. Their dress was extravagant, their eyes painted and hairs oiled and festooned with jewelry and gold. Several of them were accompanied by their Familiars, bright-eyed creatures watching as warily as their masters into the night, seeking to pierce the gathering the gloom. There was one of them who stood apart from the others - plain-dressed, unaccompanied, and who did not mutter or whisper or chat with the others. And when he saw the Republican party approach, he gestured briefly to the others - the order for most of them to draw back to a safe distance.
Nodding to the herald as he passed him by, General Garrek of the Republic approached the bright-lit pavilion, noting the Dominion men riding away. He waved Jellard back with the rest of the troops that had escorted them this far - only a small group of high generals continued in his wake to participate in the parley.