i'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell
Recruiting was not his forte.
It was the bane of his existence, but a necessary evil in any case. All kingdoms depended on fresh blood. Fresh blood was the promise of their continued existence, their means to keeping their heads above water. Some blood was better than others of course, but even a sows ear could be made into a purse. Not silk of course, but a purse to serve some purpose.
Autumn was quickly lapsing into winter, and the air had a telling chill to it. Leaves littered the well-worn path to the field, destined to become food for the next generation of foliage. The black stallion moved easily down the trail, enjoying thoroughly the way the sun felt on his black back. The Chamber had a tendency to stay somewhat shadowed, and while he enjoyed the secretive mist and the protection it provided them from would be spying eyes, his old bones did not much appreciate cold weather. So a trip to the field seemed an effective way to kill two birds with the same proverbial stone. The trees begin to thin as he gets closer, and finally he breaks from them. Quickly his eyes sweep over his surroundings, taking in the cliques that grazed here and there, or chatted quietly amongst themselves. No doubt there were some here doing the exact same thing he was. They were like coyotes, in a way…eyes always peeled for the newest prey to be had. A lone stallion catches his eye, and its his direction that Warship heads. Before he can reach him, another approaches. A Falls man, one Warship should probably know but in his old age has forgotten. Then just as suddenly a Dale's member. Coyotes, indeed. He nods towards the men in greeting, before turning to the gray. “And four sets of eyes are surely better than one, if you’re looking for something.” he said, his voice a low rumble and a small smile on his mouth. “I’m Warship, General of the Chambers army.”
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