The morning air was cold in Galvon, capital of Galvarok and home to it's prestigious order of knights. It's sprawling streets and wide plazas already starting to bustle with life as many go about their daily routines. Shops opening, smoke from the chimney of a forge, all common occurrences at the start of each day. Similarly was the Citadel of Bellator bustling as it's occupants slowly awoke to greet the day. The sun was just above the high walls of the castle, it's light reaching into the lower rooms and corridors. Young knights rising to begin their daily exercises, cooks preparing breakfast, stewards dutifully ensuring all was as it should be.
However, this morning in Bellator was different in one key respect. A the lone man stood atop the tallest rampart, perched on his arm was a majestic, silver falcon. Her feathers sleek and her beak sharp. The man smiled, stroking the bird carefully before it flew off his arm and towards the recruit barracks. Today would surely be interesting, the man thought to himself, truly interesting indeed.
And so the morning of the nine promising recruits was rudely interrupted. Whether they were asleep or not was of no concern to the falcon who flew in through the window, wreaking havoc on anything it could get a talon to. Tapestries pulled down, curtains, hats, feathers from pillows flying everywhere! Chaos, all from one bird, and what could it's purpose possibly be? "Grrrr, damn bird. Ain't no one messin' with my sleep!" A young knight with autumn red hair proclaimed, deftly tossing a pillow at the raptor who was perched on the windowsill. "Ah blast! C'mon!" The bird managed to avoid the improvised projectile, taunting caws full of pride permeated the air as the falcon flew about the higher portion of the room. The young man looked to his friends and fellow recruits,his eyes burning with determination, pride. "Guys! What are you just standing around for? Help me get that damn bird!"
However, this morning in Bellator was different in one key respect. A the lone man stood atop the tallest rampart, perched on his arm was a majestic, silver falcon. Her feathers sleek and her beak sharp. The man smiled, stroking the bird carefully before it flew off his arm and towards the recruit barracks. Today would surely be interesting, the man thought to himself, truly interesting indeed.
And so the morning of the nine promising recruits was rudely interrupted. Whether they were asleep or not was of no concern to the falcon who flew in through the window, wreaking havoc on anything it could get a talon to. Tapestries pulled down, curtains, hats, feathers from pillows flying everywhere! Chaos, all from one bird, and what could it's purpose possibly be? "Grrrr, damn bird. Ain't no one messin' with my sleep!" A young knight with autumn red hair proclaimed, deftly tossing a pillow at the raptor who was perched on the windowsill. "Ah blast! C'mon!" The bird managed to avoid the improvised projectile, taunting caws full of pride permeated the air as the falcon flew about the higher portion of the room. The young man looked to his friends and fellow recruits,his eyes burning with determination, pride. "Guys! What are you just standing around for? Help me get that damn bird!"