Of the Scipii Family/Aulus Severus/Trinbar ~ Short Memories Past

Falling Walls and Fleeting Memories

Aulus watched, hazily, the Sirion River as it drifted by.

Across the opposite bank to the East, the Capital of the Elven Nation lay, the heart of Sirion itself.

Sirion City - He’d been there once.

It seemed so long ago now, so long since he’d found himself caught on the wrong side of the war. So long since he had been wrongly captured in Ashforth, ‘released’ , and deported to Sirion. At that time he felt his loyalty was to his family, to Tabost, to help end the war that was ravaging his homeland.

And then he found himself in foreign lands, on the side of those he believed to be his enemy, to find Tabost under elven rule once more. It took him several days to decide what to do, having hired a band of elven Archers and wandered right up to Slimbar and back, a young noble lost without purpose.

Even playing spy didn’t feel right.

He was Fontanese, Tabost was his home, and if he had to defect back and fight to see it returned to its rightful owners he would.

And so he had done so, and fought for the past … 9 years …

Aulus frowned, taking his gaze away from the River for a moment as he considered the date in almost surprise. Today he was … 26

“Minister?”

The enquiry from his Captain broke his thoughts, and the General, still finding the title quite unfitting, glanced round.

“Orders sir?”

“Oh …” Aulus looked over his shoulder to the Eastern side once more, before climbing the embankment and surveying the mass of activity. Tents were being erected for the new arrivals, carts toting equipment and supplies were being unloaded, men marched or were set about cleaning weapons, or aiding the lightly wounded. The allied Army seemed in high spirits, and rightly so.

“See that Palisade?” asked Aulus, as he pointed.

“Aye Sir”

“Raise it”