"My lord commander! News from the front!"
Reilan watched the messenger scurry into his command tent, lifting his gaze from the maps scattered about the war table. "Speak then lad, what news?"
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"The front reports that the last of the Dravanian horde has been rounded up and summarily executed, m'lord. The surrounding lands are firmly under Ishgardian control. Scouts work to locate small pockets of Dravanians in the hills but... 'tis over, m'lord. We've won."
Reilan watched the messenger for some time before striding gracefully from his tent to observe the surrounding landscape. The skies were mercifully clear of dragons, and cheers echoed through the hills. Clearly the news of victory had spread quickly throughout the coalition forces of Ishgard's houses and the Temple Knights. Reilan's gaze panned to the Ishgardian banner flying in the breeze next to his tent, under which hung a pennant bearing the sigil of the Temple Knights. He stared at it for a moment before walking briskly to a nearby raised outcropping. As he crested it to stand above the gathered soldiers one of his personal escort called out through a bullhorn, "The Lord Commander speaks!" The gathered soldiers quieted and turned their attention to Reilan.
"Soldiers of Ishgard! Holy knights of the Church! Today we give our utmost thanks unto the Fury, for she hath delivered unto us a great victory over the devil hordes we have fought for so long!" He paused to allow the men a rousing cheer. "Let those who doubted our purpose, let those who questioned our faith tremble, for today, we have shown our quality! Today, we have proven the might of Ishgard!" Again the men cheered, louder than before. "Let us raise high the lance of our goddess, that we may herald the return of the glory of Ishgard! And let all of Eorzea, and the dogs in Garlemald know that the strength of Ishgard does not waver! Our faith does not falter! And we! Will! Never! Fall!!" He ended his speech with a thrust of his armor-clad fist in the air, adding his shout to the cheers of his men. Their roar shook the surrounding land to its very core.
Reilan watched the messenger scurry into his command tent, lifting his gaze from the maps scattered about the war table. "Speak then lad, what news?"
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"The front reports that the last of the Dravanian horde has been rounded up and summarily executed, m'lord. The surrounding lands are firmly under Ishgardian control. Scouts work to locate small pockets of Dravanians in the hills but... 'tis over, m'lord. We've won."
Reilan watched the messenger for some time before striding gracefully from his tent to observe the surrounding landscape. The skies were mercifully clear of dragons, and cheers echoed through the hills. Clearly the news of victory had spread quickly throughout the coalition forces of Ishgard's houses and the Temple Knights. Reilan's gaze panned to the Ishgardian banner flying in the breeze next to his tent, under which hung a pennant bearing the sigil of the Temple Knights. He stared at it for a moment before walking briskly to a nearby raised outcropping. As he crested it to stand above the gathered soldiers one of his personal escort called out through a bullhorn, "The Lord Commander speaks!" The gathered soldiers quieted and turned their attention to Reilan.
"Soldiers of Ishgard! Holy knights of the Church! Today we give our utmost thanks unto the Fury, for she hath delivered unto us a great victory over the devil hordes we have fought for so long!" He paused to allow the men a rousing cheer. "Let those who doubted our purpose, let those who questioned our faith tremble, for today, we have shown our quality! Today, we have proven the might of Ishgard!" Again the men cheered, louder than before. "Let us raise high the lance of our goddess, that we may herald the return of the glory of Ishgard! And let all of Eorzea, and the dogs in Garlemald know that the strength of Ishgard does not waver! Our faith does not falter! And we! Will! Never! Fall!!" He ended his speech with a thrust of his armor-clad fist in the air, adding his shout to the cheers of his men. Their roar shook the surrounding land to its very core.
