OOC:
Originally posted by SKILORD
Emperor Lothaire proclaimed in Southern France, a region that the Zeelanders call 'Semeria'.
Now take out the fact that they are barbarians, and then you have done a number
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IC:
Gasht looked out inot the sea. The choppy waves carressed the smooth sunrise as the globe of light slowely appeared. The light made Gasht squint for a little, yet his eyes were always quick to adjust, and within a minute they were back to normal.
His boat rocked in the sea silently, the only sound tha could be heard were the smooth ocean melodies that played his boat. The cold wind made ice of his lips, but he didn't care. He was doing the same thing every Ferithian enjoyed doing, he was seafaring. Out in the luscious sea, his mind could concentrate, it was free from the busy and workful village. It was free to wonder in the coulds, to indenture thoughts before he must let them free on land.
"GAAAAAAAASHT!" a women cried, breaking the meditation that encompassed the warrior. He immedietly turned around, unaware how far he was from the village land. On the smooth beach stood, or rather jumped, a small figure no larger then a small finger. Taking out his oars from the side of the canoa, he broke the peacefulness of the sea by thrusting the wooden oar that took him a whole moon to create and perfect into the deep. Thrusting forward, his small canoa parted the water at the front, making way for the intruder to retreat to the shore. After fifteen minutes of rowing he heard again his name, carried in the wind. He looked back for a second to see the bright star hovering now over the horizons. 'I must have been day dreaming for hours' he thought to himself.
Finally reaching the shore, the figure appeared to be a women. Not just any women though, she was the most beautiful woman in the tribe, dark hair pared straight down her head, only seperating to reveal the face that Meia herself must have carved and given life too. Her eyes were a peculiar blue, a blue that only two people known throughout the land had, her and Gasht. Both were matched to the sea and the sky, and both were matched to one another. His wife helped Gasht bring the canoa to the sand, and then greeting eachother in the traditional kiss on the cheek, she continued to call his name.
"Gasht, trouble in Sydia. Laemia has proclaimed chief of the alliance, casting aside Chief Haik. Already men are taking sides, many loyal to Chief Haik are in Jeai, those who support Laemia have taken Sydia. Gasht, you must do something!" Millions of things went through Gasht's mind as he stared into Loaina's eyes. She always had a way of straighting out his throughts through a single gaze.
"I have sworn an oath to Chief Haik that I must obide by. However, I do not wish for you to witness what might be my death, Loaina. Take only what you have now and my canoa and set for Garth, they will help Chief regain Sydia and the alliance will once again be under control." he said, slowely lifting the canoa and launching it onto the water once again. Sai seemed against the trip, for as soon as Loania entered the canoa, the sun went dark from the crowding clouds, as the water began to move from the wind. Looking around, Gasht loudly yelled after her: "Make haste, my love. Nature is against us!"
To Be Continued...
ORDERS
Increase army for the coming civil war (which in this time means like 20 new soldeirs, lol).
OOC: SKILORD, please allow me to handle this civil war in my story, ok?
