A Vision
The Roleplay
Jericho stood on the balcony of his estate in Umkinnu overlooking his lands. The noble was still sickly from his weeks at sea, but finally he had arrived at his destination. Here he could make a name for himself or at least a nobler name than what his sister had been making in the Colonies over the years.
Below him, in the courtyard, his soldiers trained and prepared themselves for the inevitable conflict, they'd volunteered to come with the noble all the way from Blackavar and not a single one regretted that decision they harboured undying loyalty and would follow Jericho through the smouldering gates of Oblivion and back.
Jericho closed his eyes tightly, he took a deep breath and then fell into another of his visions.
In his mind he saw the aftermath of a great siege, smoke bellowing from homes, corpses littering the streets and a victorious banner flying from the cities palace. A grin appeared on his face, "This should be fun" he though.
