“Finally! Took long enough to get back.”
As Owen Law entered the camp, soldiers stood to the left and right of an aisle, holding their heads high as if they’d known he was coming, something he’d tried hard to keep a secret.
“Hello there! Good to see you! How are you doing, soldier?”
The fake smile across his lips was for their benefit only, to him it felt like he’d been branded by the political position he’d agreed to. Seeing these battle hardened soldiers that had been the front lines in so many battles, it brought back memories of his own tenure in the unit. It was the past though, he was now Triumvir of Celis, a position no one could’ve seen him having from the beginning; a nice little twist on life.
“Sire, please! We need to keep moving down the line, your schedule doesn’t allow for too much time out here, especially with all these… bloodthirsty heathens!”
That lousy assistant would never understand, trying to explain it to him would be like teaching the mountains to speak. Bonds were built, especially in this unit. The Riasean Legion was the reason Novus was even still around, they’d probably saved Celis as an entirety.
Nodding to the soldiers as he passed, Owen held his hand up, giving one of the Centurions a handshake and congratulations. He didn’t know the man, but seeing the smile across the random person’s face made it worth it. While Owen couldn’t quite grasp the diplomatic role that he held as well as the upper class citizens that always tried to pull plans together for a senate of sorts, he would always know these soldiers and how they felt. His life had been devoted to the military and among the other priorities that were set for the city and state; just taking a break to look over his Legions gave him a bit of peace.
As Owen neared the end of the line, he turned around to stare over the group. The top soldiers in the best legion Celis had to offer. Robby deserved the credit, he seemed to be taking care of everything extremely well.
Hearing the sound of horses behind him, the man turned quickly on his heels, watching the outside of the encampment as a group of horses rode in, a white stallion in the middle of them all without a rider, being Triumvir had a couple of advantages. As they came to a stop, he stepped forward and took his mount upon the horse, looking back over the unit, knowing how depleted it was. The usually intimidating sight was less of a Legion as battle had taken a heavy toll upon them. A sense of pride swept over him, having been able to serve these fine gentlemen in combat, his arm quickly raising a salute as he stared to one of the banners hanging high in the center of the camp. Slowly, more and more arms rose, and soon the entire group. Taking a breath though, he realized that he needed to move on.
“Men! You are the pride of every Celisian citizen, regardless of race. We may be in a time of fragile peace right now, but even while we sit and work on building up our nation, there are still many enemies out there as well as unexplored territories that we have not set foot into. You fight for your families, your friends.. and without you, we wouldn’t even be here.”
As he turned the horse around, he had to shake his head. He was terrible at speeches, regardless of what they were about. Leading by example he could do, but when it came down to a governmental matter, that was near-impossible.
Glancing at the advisor, he gave a defeated stare as a smile crossed the assistant’s lips, knowing that his schedule would be upheld. As the light cavalry around him began galloping off, Law glanced back once more and sighed before taking off toward Novus, needing to talk to Robby about the situations he’d witnessed at the north defenses.
As Owen Law entered the camp, soldiers stood to the left and right of an aisle, holding their heads high as if they’d known he was coming, something he’d tried hard to keep a secret.
“Hello there! Good to see you! How are you doing, soldier?”
The fake smile across his lips was for their benefit only, to him it felt like he’d been branded by the political position he’d agreed to. Seeing these battle hardened soldiers that had been the front lines in so many battles, it brought back memories of his own tenure in the unit. It was the past though, he was now Triumvir of Celis, a position no one could’ve seen him having from the beginning; a nice little twist on life.
“Sire, please! We need to keep moving down the line, your schedule doesn’t allow for too much time out here, especially with all these… bloodthirsty heathens!”
That lousy assistant would never understand, trying to explain it to him would be like teaching the mountains to speak. Bonds were built, especially in this unit. The Riasean Legion was the reason Novus was even still around, they’d probably saved Celis as an entirety.
Nodding to the soldiers as he passed, Owen held his hand up, giving one of the Centurions a handshake and congratulations. He didn’t know the man, but seeing the smile across the random person’s face made it worth it. While Owen couldn’t quite grasp the diplomatic role that he held as well as the upper class citizens that always tried to pull plans together for a senate of sorts, he would always know these soldiers and how they felt. His life had been devoted to the military and among the other priorities that were set for the city and state; just taking a break to look over his Legions gave him a bit of peace.
As Owen neared the end of the line, he turned around to stare over the group. The top soldiers in the best legion Celis had to offer. Robby deserved the credit, he seemed to be taking care of everything extremely well.
Hearing the sound of horses behind him, the man turned quickly on his heels, watching the outside of the encampment as a group of horses rode in, a white stallion in the middle of them all without a rider, being Triumvir had a couple of advantages. As they came to a stop, he stepped forward and took his mount upon the horse, looking back over the unit, knowing how depleted it was. The usually intimidating sight was less of a Legion as battle had taken a heavy toll upon them. A sense of pride swept over him, having been able to serve these fine gentlemen in combat, his arm quickly raising a salute as he stared to one of the banners hanging high in the center of the camp. Slowly, more and more arms rose, and soon the entire group. Taking a breath though, he realized that he needed to move on.
“Men! You are the pride of every Celisian citizen, regardless of race. We may be in a time of fragile peace right now, but even while we sit and work on building up our nation, there are still many enemies out there as well as unexplored territories that we have not set foot into. You fight for your families, your friends.. and without you, we wouldn’t even be here.”
As he turned the horse around, he had to shake his head. He was terrible at speeches, regardless of what they were about. Leading by example he could do, but when it came down to a governmental matter, that was near-impossible.
Glancing at the advisor, he gave a defeated stare as a smile crossed the assistant’s lips, knowing that his schedule would be upheld. As the light cavalry around him began galloping off, Law glanced back once more and sighed before taking off toward Novus, needing to talk to Robby about the situations he’d witnessed at the north defenses.