 MAXENCE HEAVY LIES THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN
Solis' farewell was only just visible beyond the canyon walls and crowded sky, an orange light the only evidence that Solis had ever blessed their lifeless land that day, and like windchimes in a storm the ambience of howling winds and pounding sands had drowned out the precious chirp of locusts and cicadas - there was naught to be heard but the screech of air over each dune. The task that fell upon the commander's shoulders was one grievous and cold; the kind that the lion king never wished to undertake, but for the benefit of the court and it's people it seemed a necessity. "Oz!" Maxence boomed from the heights of the eastern tower, though in truth the sovereign was quite convinced that his summons would not reach the ears of the prematurely promoted Champion of Healing. Had the stallion already ran from this land and all it's devouring sand? It had been weeks upon weeks since Maxence had last sighted the peculiar stag - Not since weeks before the defeat of the Teryr at least. Had their champion of healing abandoned them? They were a land of warriors and switchblades, spears and poisoners. If there was no healer to tend to their battle borne wounds and ilnesses how were they to thrive as a court? It was this frustration that turned the commander's summoning boom into a furious roar, the kind to make any weak at the knee and pause in reverence for the lion creating it. "Prove you have not forsaken us! Return to us in the fortnight, resume your position as chief healer and your position of rank will hold" @Oz hasn't posted since July, so Maxence is calling across Solterra for him! The court needs a healer, so if Oz is not up to the task Maxence will find another in the coming months to fill the position of champion of healing in Oz's place <3 |
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