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Subject Post 1Subject: A Meeting of Men [Open?] Sun Apr 14, 2019 6:05 pm
Artist: Wagner - Song: Lohengrinn Overture
This war was assuredly not the first time Erchanhardt had seen the world stained with blood. He had fought across the planet uncountable times, and yet it was this time that struck so differently than any before. This time, he did not fight for Germany, nor simply for the sake of learning. His fists were not his own, but a tool of the people now. He had so much to atone for, and atone he surely would.
He strode purposefully through the sun-beaten lands of Africa, and though his spiritual signature was condensed massively, it nevertheless made his being quite apparent to anyone who kept watch for such things. Of course, the Burgstaller had no ill intent today, far from it in fact. He had come to Vastime to speak directly with the king. He knew of the old ways, and knew that surely this king would follow them. He was a man of noble blood, and as such his right to speak with the king would assuredly be respected.
Upon approach to the capital of Vastime, Erchanhardt simply looked for what appeared to be the palace. It was naturally a rather ineffective method of contact, but he had not been here before, and modern approaches such as the internet (or even a phone call) were still not the first instinct he had when it came to problem solving. So, naturally, he just looked for whatever building seemed to be where the king would live. It had always served him well in these things, and would assuredly do so here. These were typically in the center of the city, yes? So that was the direction he went first.