After a short-lived trip through the simple cobble roads, surrounded by
the scenery of a lush forest, leading from my manor towards the southern entrance
to the Kingdom. We now stood in front of one of the big, freakishly big
portcullis. This is the sort of thing I always felt like I gave for granted
within the game, but now within my dream it was as if maybe some part of my
mind over exaggerated the proportions. The entrance was so wide it could most
likely let pass through heavy siege weaponry… Heh. I suppose that is something I
would focus on within my dreams.
Just as the entrance was wider than I could remember, the moat showing to
be quite wide, the passage was longer as well. It was almost like a cave. The kingdom’s
outer wall proved itself to be quite thick, the walk through the gate felt like
taking a stroll inside of a cave. All this brought me plenty of ideas for scenarios defending and attacking such position, with possible positions to
place heavy units with long ranged attacks, assessing the benefits of the moat
itself as well…
Not long after passing the gate, with me distracted looking at the paved
stone paths and medieval masonry all around, which I was rather familiar with. A
soldier came running towards us. He stopped in front of us, hand held high,
surely as the attitude that would most likely come for sure…
“H-Halt there!! No m-mounts can e-enter past this point without merchant
permits or special concessions!”
Heh. The poor guard seemed to have been frozen in place as Feugan did
not bother to stop after hearing the guard’s command, getting close to him he started
sniffing him. Personally, I was not keen on this idea of leaving Feugan behind
so soon and I was sure we could just run past through without any guard being
able to catch on us… But what the guard said made sense and I was not too
inclined on souring my mood trying to explain a gate guard how I should be able
to do what I wanted within MY dreams.
***
Master
decided to listen to the puny guard… Claims to be a guard, yet trembles in
front of me! Well, that much is to be expected truthfully.
He remained
back with the guard waiting to be lead to the stables, while Master and the
little pup went ahead to acquire food.
Having
decided it was quite an obvious result to have such an unimpressive guard in
full distress upon him, Feugan snorted with a mixture of disappointment and
resignation over his current situation, contemplating on the best course of
actions to take now. Appreciating the stables and making notes on how to
properly defend them from intruders, taking a good look at the faltering fence,
unreliable wooden walls, it was a precariously kept stable.
While
Feugan was making mental notes about entrusted abode in front of him, the poor
guard could feel the overwhelming pressure just as he took in his hand the dragon’s
Rein, the pressure of its presence and regality as the dragon stood behind him
majestically! The responsibility of leading a dragon mount to the stables!! The
humble stables that held mainly traveler mounts, mostly carry birds that
couldn’t hold a candle to such an epic mount!!! In reality calling them stables
was an overstatement, it was something more akin to an oversized bird’s pen.
Just as the
poor guard was suffering of a serious case of weak knees, trembling in front of
the small stables, Feugan decided he didn’t care to wait for his one-person-entourage
to lead him to the pen. Thus, he just went ahead and with all the magnanimous
dignity needed for a king to enter a foreign castle, he entered the oversized
carry bird pen.
Feugan
gazed upon the humble kingdom he was entrusted with. Deciding to guard it
properly, regardless of its wanting size. Taking then place next to the
entrance, determining he had to greet any newcomer in adequate manner and make certain they
knew themselves safe once they see him. At his side, the trembling guard, small
by comparison, perhaps even unfit to be called a guard by comparison as well...
One of the carry
birds stepped forth, with its feathers holding a rather golden luster, fierce determined
eyes showing that it was no pushover, it offered itself as a retainer for the
time being. While the rest of his new retainer’s flock remained safe and well
fed, Feugan sat on his hinder legs, the golden-feathered retainer now under his
chin providing him with a much necessary fluff to rest and be ready for
anything. He stood there, valiantly guarding this foreign kingdom. With the
flock of subjects brandishing their pale-gold yellow feathers, Feugan knew then
that protecting this new hoard of
subjects would come in all too easy and natural. They were now safe, for
thieves and thugs would never take nothing from him, he was the King
(temporary) in the pen.
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