[Imperial Citadel] A home to house a Knight (Veleraen's Abode)

[Veleraen]

Located on the west side of the courtyard inside the Imperial Citadel compound, the home of the Giant was nestled in a corner where one of the walls met the citadel itself. A large, white tent that could've been mistaken for a battlefield commander centre rested in the quiet corner of the compound as Veleraen had taken refuge there after finding out there was no real place for him to stay in doors.

The giant had preferred the tent anyways, as he was a soldier at heart and always used to being out in the wild and roughing it, a tent was his way to go. The tent itself was a little over twenty feet tall, made of thick canvas to keep the weather out and was at least thirty feet by thirty feet in size as the Giant liked his space. Two white tent flaps usually jostled in the wind visible to any visitor passing by, if they were closed, it usually meant that the Knight was out on duty or elsewhere.

Inside the tent, the Knight's abode was a simple one, reflecting much the personality and tidiness of the giant. A very large thick and square mat lay on the floor of his tent to keep the dust down and out of his living quarters. On top of it lay the rest of his belongings, which wasn't much. A very large bed was nestled in the far back corner of the tent, a small bookcase holding a few books was in the opposite corner of the bed to the right. A thick wooden chest laid infront at the foot of the bed containing personal belongings. A normal human sized pair of chairs and a desk sat to the side of his tent for his visitors with a small ceramic vase that usually held a few flowers to bring colour to the dreary appearance of the tent quarters.

A rack was on the near left side near the entrance that held all of Veleraen's armour and weapons. It ran as high as the tent wall and was supported by a wide wooden base. Hooks and bars hung off of it that supported his chain mail, daggers and a hook for his enormous halberd that stood taller than him around seventeen feet or so. In the middle of the tent was the main support pole that was hammered into the ground and tied down so that it didn't move anywhere. A small oil lamp sat upon a side table next to Veleraen's bed where he occassionally read and wrote letters, however most of his time was spent outside of his tent in the compound training or meditating.

It was definitely a soldier's home.

[Veleraen]

The month of Immanis, in the Season of Spring, Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum, the Second Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne.

The nightmares came like horrors of the night, infesting the Knight's mind like a plague. They had come back to haunt him, the faces and the atrocities committed by the maleficent opponents of the past revealed themselves to Veleraen in a series of disturbing dreams, all of which had left the Knight restless and unable to sleep.

Taking it upon himself to try and rid his memory of these tormenting thoughts and feelings, guilt and an ever lingering hint of sorrow flooding his mind with every second he saw the images.

12th of Immanis

I have dreamed what has seemed to be a thousand dreams....Been haunted by a million screams....I hear the sound of marching feet over the clash of the battlefield, men's faces of agony and horror, all of them pleading at me to rescue them. I try to run but I cannot as something seems to be holding me down.

I look down to see a small child holding onto my leg. I try to move but he holds tight and I cannot escape. He is crying and I bend down amongst the flailing masses fighting around me, stabbing, slicing...Why are you crying? He looks at me with a look of pure sorrow, like that of an angel caught in a hellfire of Aeternia. He says 'Don't abandon me! Please....Don't let them kill me!" I tell him it will be alright and I pick him up in my arms and start to walk to the edge of the battle. I push my way through the screams, the dirt, the blood....Pools of it at my feet as men die all around me. A hail of arrows flies over head and lands amongst a garrison of men, many of them fall dead and lifeless.

The child continues to cry amongst the shouting and yelling, commands being given. Charge! They say, Charge! I cannot, I am drawn to take the child to safety. When I reach the edge of the battlefield, there is a cliff and I fall perilously to my ending. All goes black and I awake.

Dropping the quill upon his desk, he wiped a cold bead of sweat from his forehead and sighed. His right eye twitched nervously as he imagined what he had written. "This cannot go on forever. I cannot permit it to."

[Milo L'Evienne]

5th Brightening of Immanis, Spring of Era XIV

To the attention of: Sir Veleraen
Knight of the Order of the Black Rose

From the desk of: His Most Imperial Excellency Milo L’Evienne
Imperial Regent

Sir Veleraen,

It’s a pleasure to personally hear from you and I have sorely regretted that recent demands of office have kept me primarily confined indoors and unable therefore to spend more time in the company of the Order’s tallest member. As for your request, I am of course aware of the topic you wish to discuss with me and would be more than happy to meet with you out of doors. I find my calendar free of appointments next brightening, mid-morning and would be pleased to meet in palace gardens nearby the cherry groves. I look forward to it Sir Veleraen.

Warm Regards,
Milo L’Evienne
Imperial Regent