The worries, woes and waves of change [Event/Job/Plot]

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Casrare had already been among the crowd of Knights since the dawn had risen. The fog was a veil in which they all danced through in anticipation to leave the nation. Was it really a dance of anticipation, or was it one of anxiety? One of the worries, for they were all unaware of what they were throwing themselves into. As his amber eyes scanned the crowd the young knight would look at each and every citizen that had gathered to go crusade. Cas couldn't care less about the actual mission, for he was one of those who danced around the crowd looking for excitement, for the adventure that would come from leaving the blue-steel solitude formed by the walls of Sasan.

The boy of Brimstone would walk around, his sulfur nails clench his stuff as the people were starting to be directed out for the crusades. From his observation, the more fright-filled applicants would file their way towards the backline of rows. He himself would scurry his way up towards the front, he had no desire to be an eager soldier but he did yearn to be relinquished from this place. "The Lord prefers order, so I would advise that your formation is more than just a sloppy row of lines, we must discipline ourselves, we must steel ourselves for him." The commands of the Holy Knight before them all would come out cold, ordering them sharply like daggers stabbing the eardrum.

He would heed the shrieking orders, along with every other knight that stood there. It would only take seconds for them to get in line properly. It was obvious that only a few of the lot had any actual combat experience or instruction under a knight of higher ranking. Despite this, they all had the basic skill of following orders, of gathering crowd into a well-organized group. It was the way of life in Sasan, it was in their religion, their fun, and almost every other aspect of their life. It was so restricting, a societal cage formed from both theological and societal pressures. For him, it was similar to the pulling and aching of a cramp, this cramp on his expression was something Casrare was desperate to be free of. For the moment, he would just endure the sharp voice of the knight's monologue, then they would free to leave.

"For those who haven't been briefed by their Master, or other well-informed knights, you will be signing off in groups to go crusade different regions! We have organized them based off of the Minor knights gathering in each area for their own crusading expeditions. While each knight has their own forces they will need back up! All you need to know is you are gathering info on a dungeon, you are to find out info from the local populaces. From thereforth, the commanding knights will instruct you! Go out, in the name of the Lord, CLAIM THE WORLD FOR SASAN!!"

As his speech would finish many of the gathering crowd raised their arms, giving a mighty hooray! It bothered him, he noticed that there were a few in the crowd who seemed to have the same reaction as him. They had to keep up appearances, so many of them with their hesitant expressions joining in with a half-hearted cry. The rally wouldn't continue for a good minute, contempt would be held deep within the black-haired knight, his dark tails twiddling with his hair. He wasn't quite so sure about all of this, but he needed to get out of here, it only reinforced that previous conviction of his towards the nature of his country. He would move away from the mob as soon as he could, upon breaking off he'd notice a boy with ashen locks do the same as well. While neither of them would talk to one another they would both give a glance, the other boy's eyes were kind yet a powerful red.

As their clashing gazes would break the two boys both make their own ways. Casrare with a resolute gaze would gallop towards the gate. The lumbering creak of the massive azure gate would welcome and warn those of the world to come. This beastly boy knew he had his own worries, but the only weight he desired to carry out the borders with him was the pack on his back. This was his chance to make a better place for himself if God willed it he'd get a better understanding of the world. He doubted that the Lord was as commanding as they made him out to be. It was up to him to make his own judgments and convictions about the veritable waste around their sold called iron-Eden. Free at last, free at last, or at least that was the feeling that flowed through him.


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