Battle Of Castamere--Sveden War
Dec 31, 2015 20:55:31 GMT
Caitlin Cockfoster, Amon, and 2 more like this
Post by Admin on Dec 31, 2015 20:55:31 GMT
Rays of the sun barely peaked over the rolling hills of the north warming the cold terrain from a night of freeze. There was no snow though particles of ice made the dying grass crunch beneath booted feet. Sounds of farm animals called in the distance threatening to break the ambient silence upon the world, but were soon drowned out by the screams of EIRAL’s train screeching to a halt in the Castamere railstation.
In Lodan, the war had struck the capital devastatingly leaving many without a home and overburdening taxpayer europium trying to provide for them. Growing animosity in the upper class had been the final call for EIRAL to make a move in flushing out the street rats and homeless from Central Square while another dilemma had been ongoing. With a blockade of their imports and exports, Lodan had little to offer in terms of stock and so that meant EIRAL had phantom hands around their necks forcing them to seek aid among other parties wherever any could offer. Such organizations to be called upon were those of the entertainers and of Mingo’s. Others were noblemen and women such as the Baron and his daughter though many blue bloods refused to aid the service. After all, it was not their problem any longer. Few had been asked personally such as the local plague doctor.
In order to remove the refugees from Central Square, EIRAL planned to move them to a location more in land and safer from Sveden mortar fire. Their place of destination was a central hub for religious country folks located in the middle of three of Lodan’s major cities: Covent, Hearthdale, and Worshire. This town of Castamere was known to house a plethora of railroad tracks that branched out to each major city making it a vital key point to the country’s transportation, but only three trains leave or come despite the six standing by.
Once the train came to a stop EIRAL soldiers dressed for battle stepped off the trains to busily unload their precious cargo while allowing the civilians both refugee and volunteer to pour out of the cabin doors. The first view to greet the people of Lodan when arriving to Castamere was the statue of Lady In The North. She was a prominent figure within the region for she symbolized hope and prosperity to remind the good folk of better times to come when darker ones were set upon them. There was no grand legend behind her appearance. The statue had been a donation centuries ago by an unnamed artist when the town had been hit by famine due to a plague in the crops. She resembled much of an angel with her wings and arms outstretched towards the heavens. Her head was canted back and years of weather had caused the stone to stain her face so that it appeared she wept bloody tears.
Behind the Lady In The North loomed a large, gothic church that took up much of the square though was a beauty in and of itself. Stained glass windows shimmered in the sunlight while the dark stone of the structure seemed to absorb it. Pointed towers pierced the early morning sky while grand arches seemed to shy from it. At the steps many townsfolk gathered ready to assist the effort in taking in those less fortunate.
In Lodan, the war had struck the capital devastatingly leaving many without a home and overburdening taxpayer europium trying to provide for them. Growing animosity in the upper class had been the final call for EIRAL to make a move in flushing out the street rats and homeless from Central Square while another dilemma had been ongoing. With a blockade of their imports and exports, Lodan had little to offer in terms of stock and so that meant EIRAL had phantom hands around their necks forcing them to seek aid among other parties wherever any could offer. Such organizations to be called upon were those of the entertainers and of Mingo’s. Others were noblemen and women such as the Baron and his daughter though many blue bloods refused to aid the service. After all, it was not their problem any longer. Few had been asked personally such as the local plague doctor.
In order to remove the refugees from Central Square, EIRAL planned to move them to a location more in land and safer from Sveden mortar fire. Their place of destination was a central hub for religious country folks located in the middle of three of Lodan’s major cities: Covent, Hearthdale, and Worshire. This town of Castamere was known to house a plethora of railroad tracks that branched out to each major city making it a vital key point to the country’s transportation, but only three trains leave or come despite the six standing by.
Once the train came to a stop EIRAL soldiers dressed for battle stepped off the trains to busily unload their precious cargo while allowing the civilians both refugee and volunteer to pour out of the cabin doors. The first view to greet the people of Lodan when arriving to Castamere was the statue of Lady In The North. She was a prominent figure within the region for she symbolized hope and prosperity to remind the good folk of better times to come when darker ones were set upon them. There was no grand legend behind her appearance. The statue had been a donation centuries ago by an unnamed artist when the town had been hit by famine due to a plague in the crops. She resembled much of an angel with her wings and arms outstretched towards the heavens. Her head was canted back and years of weather had caused the stone to stain her face so that it appeared she wept bloody tears.
Behind the Lady In The North loomed a large, gothic church that took up much of the square though was a beauty in and of itself. Stained glass windows shimmered in the sunlight while the dark stone of the structure seemed to absorb it. Pointed towers pierced the early morning sky while grand arches seemed to shy from it. At the steps many townsfolk gathered ready to assist the effort in taking in those less fortunate.