[RPG] [FEI][Nighthelm]The Coming of a Storm

[Shishouro Kiryoku]

The *Riders* gathered in the courtyard, fully covered in their dark,
midnight-blue armor. The charcoal-black helmets strapped to their sides. The
dark charcoal-black cloaks wrapped around them, weapons hanging from their
belts. Their horse a donned with the same midnight blue and charcoal black
armor. Varying lightning bolt patterns were etched into their armors, blue,
white, red, yellow... on the backs of their cloaks, two lightning bolts, one
yellow, the other blue-white crossing in an 'X' pattern. Shishouro stood
before them, his helmet in his left hand.

*"Riders, today we ride. We ride for all that we believe in. We ride to
honor our sworn duty. This is our fight, our battle. This is our way of the
warrior. We are not so pathetic, to have to rely on the strength of others
to win our own battles. We welcome their support when they can lend it. Even
in their absence, we will still press on, for it is the right action to
take."

"For too long our Liege has been robbed of his lands, and made to look the
fool. The realm that he has sworn to serve has abandoned us. They care more
about securing the lands of other realms than of their own. They will not
even aid their closest allies battles of life and death. We can not wait for
them to find it convenient and beneficial to regain our lands. We can not
rely on their strength."

"We can only rely on the strength of each other. Each man standing here
today is a comrade, and a brother in arms. Let us ride forth a one mind, one
body, and one spirit. There is no turning back, no more waiting to be had.
Only victory or death. But in the end, we will be able to welcome the coming
day, knowing that we fulfilled our duty, our sworn oath. Let no man claim
that we have failed in this. For taking no action, is the only way we fail."

"Riders, today, I have met with the soothsayer. He has told me, that a
Stormapproaches. I can think of no better omen than this.
Riders, let us roll fort with thundering speed, let us embrace the coming
fury. The thundering roar of the coming Storm heralds the demise of our
enemies. Tonight, the Heaven's will release their fury. And we . . . we will
be there to embrace it."*

At the end of his speech, Captain Heinrich and the *Riders * roared with
enthusiasm, lifting their swords and axes into the air. Shishouro place his
charcoal black helmet on his head, The blue-white lightning bolts running
from behind the ears to just above and behind the opening reserved for his
mouth. Turning swiftly, letting his cloak float in the air, Shishouro
mounted his pitch-black steed. The *Riders* in turn mounted their own rides,
and the banner holder moved forth into the city streets of Azros.

The unit trotted down the streets to little fanfare. Children, curiously ran
to gaze at the armored warriors as they made their way to the southern wall.
The majority of the adults looked on in confusion, a little more than a
third ignored the passing of the unit. As the *Riders* approached the
Southern Gate, the gatekeepers opened the city door. This was the moment
Shishouro had been waiting for, with out warning he reared his steed, *
Shadow* into a full gallop. Captain Heinrich followed suit immediately.
Taking notice, each *Rider* in turn roared forth, the banner holder falling
back to the center. The Riders thundered forth from the Southern Gate of
Azros, turning towards the west, they began to fan out, Enlarging the *Storm
* as they crossed the plains.
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