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Post by Land Of Zargon on Dec 10, 2007 20:48:48 GMT -5
It had been days since Tahora had arrived in the capital of Forgaze and since then there had been none stop decrees, summonings, and council hearings, but all was ready. Stron had ordered the immediate resupply of the army and ordered them to be ready to march out at dawn. Now Stron sat on his throne deep in thought. A loud knock thudded from the golden door to the throne room as Tahora walked in (She had been one to deliver most of the messages since she arrived.) "Sire the last message has been delivered and the army's are preparing for there march." Stron just nodded his head in response not even opening his eyes. Before Tahora could leave there was something on her mind so she turned back to face her king "Sire... are... are you going to march out with the army?"
Stron opened his eyes and it seemed as if his deep emerald gaze peered right through Tahora and then in a deep majestic voice Stron spoke with power and authority and a little hint of compassion. "Yes. I will be marching with the army's and I will fight in the war... I will not sit here on this cold throne so far away from the fight that shall decide the fates of so many!" Stron smirked "Even if the council wishes me other wise..." Tahora bowed her head and exited the room she was a little worried, but she found herself happy that there king would be there to support them in battle.
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