Velaryon Family/Aeravon/Northern wastelands

Roleplay from Aeravon Velaryon

A column of some fifty strong marched the neverending and desolate steppes of Bessimir. Northmen, black capes and long shields, longswords tucked into their scabbards. Two modest banners fluttered in the wind that came howling from the far northern reaches, revealing that these men fought for Thalmarkin under the sigil of the Ursine Legion. On the head of the column rode a tall man, black in appearance, engulfed in a rich wolf's fur to protect him from the lashing of the wind. The column then stopped, clearly looking to make camp, and the leader discussed something with a few runners he summoned for, sent them off and then approached the budding campfire to warm himself. Maxinia, we will be gathering the neighboring lords and knights once we return to Unger. Aeravon spoke towards the captain of his guard, an Ukhian war maiden that has served him for some time now. I wish to brave the northern frozenlands. We need to find the beasts in their lairs before they can multiply. We will track them down, surround them and throw them to the fires. I've sent word to a few Lords and knights. Count Wailing Wood will ride with us. For others, I do not know yet. The Ukhian woman nodded without giving out any emotions. She knew the frozen lands were a merciless ground where the winds howled for seasons on end. Dire wolves and wild dogs, witches and banshees. Or worse. The sunken stronghold Nuzanki still lurked from the deep blue, and the bravest of mariners claimed that the towers of Lin Helon could still be seen if one is daring enough to wander too far away from the shores. As you wish, my Lord, Maxinia answered. I shall prepare the men for the campaign once we reach Unger.

Aeravon Velaryon