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Bruce: /* Prelude: A Soldier's Mission */

2021-04-03T03:24:37Z

Prelude: A Soldier's Mission

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	The soldier followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. The late afternoon lay in the early springtime, but it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees.		The soldier followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. The late afternoon lay in the early springtime, but it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees. Instead the air across the valley lay still and warm leaving ''D'mamael'' feeling lazy and thoughtful. The long days walk to the valley had also left him hungry and he opened his pack bringing out a few morsels that he had collected at a farmstead a couple of leagues back: a wrinkled autumn apple, some hard goat cheese, a loaf of newly baked bread and a skin of honey wine. This repast he enjoyed as the sun slowly sank into the western hills and twilight spread across the valley.

	Instead the air across the valley lay still and warm leaving ''D'mamael'' feeling lazy and thoughtful. The long days walk to the valley had also left him hungry and he opened his pack bringing out a few morsels that he had collected at a farmstead a couple of leagues back: a wrinkled autumn apple, some hard goat cheese, a loaf of newly baked bread and a skin of honey wine. This repast he enjoyed as the sun slowly sank into the western hills and twilight spread across the valley.

	Relaxed the soldier leaned back against the warm rock outcropping and reflected upon the beginnings of his mission.		Relaxed the soldier leaned back against the warm rock outcropping and reflected upon the beginnings of his mission.

Bruce: /* Prelude: A Soldier's Mission */

2021-04-03T03:24:05Z

Prelude: A Soldier's Mission

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	== Prelude: ''A Soldier's Mission'' ==		== Prelude: ''A Soldier's Mission'' ==
	The soldier followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. The late afternoon lay in the early springtime, it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees.		The soldier followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. The late afternoon lay in the early springtime, but it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees.

	Instead the air across the valley lay still and warm leaving ''D'mamael'' feeling lazy and thoughtful. The long days walk to the valley had also left him hungry and he opened his pack bringing out a few morsels that he had collected at a farmstead a couple of leagues back: a wrinkled autumn apple, some hard goat cheese, a loaf of newly baked bread and a skin of honey wine. This repast he enjoyed as the sun slowly sank into the western hills and twilight spread across the valley.		Instead the air across the valley lay still and warm leaving ''D'mamael'' feeling lazy and thoughtful. The long days walk to the valley had also left him hungry and he opened his pack bringing out a few morsels that he had collected at a farmstead a couple of leagues back: a wrinkled autumn apple, some hard goat cheese, a loaf of newly baked bread and a skin of honey wine. This repast he enjoyed as the sun slowly sank into the western hills and twilight spread across the valley.

Bruce: /* Prelude: A Soldier's Mission */

2021-04-03T03:23:41Z

Prelude: A Soldier's Mission

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	The soldier followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. ~~This~~ late afternoon lay in the early springtime, it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees.		The soldier followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. The late afternoon lay in the early springtime, it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees.

	Instead the air across the valley lay still and warm leaving ''D'mamael'' feeling lazy and thoughtful. The long days walk to the valley had also left him hungry and he opened his pack bringing out a few morsels that he had collected at a farmstead a couple of leagues back: a wrinkled autumn apple, some hard goat cheese, a loaf of newly baked bread and a skin of honey wine. This repast he enjoyed as the sun slowly sank into the western hills and twilight spread across the valley.		Instead the air across the valley lay still and warm leaving ''D'mamael'' feeling lazy and thoughtful. The long days walk to the valley had also left him hungry and he opened his pack bringing out a few morsels that he had collected at a farmstead a couple of leagues back: a wrinkled autumn apple, some hard goat cheese, a loaf of newly baked bread and a skin of honey wine. This repast he enjoyed as the sun slowly sank into the western hills and twilight spread across the valley.

Bruce: /* Prelude: A Soldier's Mission */

2021-04-03T03:22:18Z

Prelude: A Soldier's Mission

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	He had been summoned to the throne-room. That was highly unusual as most directives from his superiors were carried to him by messengers. The throne-room was unlike anyplace else in the kingdom. The entirety of the room lay below the lowest branches of an enormous tree whose trunk formed the throne itself. Beneath the canopy golden light radiated horizontally from the throne with a brilliance similar to the rising sun. Above the throne-room leaves rustled with a crystalline tinkling that reminded ''D'mamael'' of wind chimes and the floor of the chamber lay unseen beneath a knee-deep mist which refracted countless rainbows in the golden light.		He had been summoned to the throne-room. That was highly unusual as most directives from his superiors were carried to him by messengers. The throne-room was unlike anyplace else in the kingdom. The entirety of the room lay below the lowest branches of an enormous tree whose trunk formed the throne itself. Beneath the canopy golden light radiated horizontally from the throne with a brilliance similar to the rising sun. Above the throne-room leaves rustled with a crystalline tinkling that reminded ''D'mamael'' of wind chimes and the floor of the chamber lay unseen beneath a knee-deep mist which refracted countless rainbows in the golden light.

	''D'mamael'' had shielded his eyes as he strode towards the royal ministers who appeared agitated. They had been speaking in low hushed voices upon his arrival, but had turned as one to show him a unified face, but being so attuned to the fear of others he had detected their collective angst. The most prominent of their number, ''Mixa'el'' had handed him the ceremonial leaf of parchment upon which was written the name of his next target. Habitually he would ~~wait~~ until he was in transit to study his next assignment and upon arriving at his destination preparing his plans in detail. Yet the artfully hidden anxiety of the four highest ministers to the throne made him question what was different this time. He had looked down and scanned the leaf, unconsciously processing what he had seen, and looked back up to see the pensive faces of his superiors.		''D'mamael'' had shielded his eyes as he strode towards the royal ministers who appeared agitated. They had been speaking in low hushed voices upon his arrival, but had turned as one to show him a unified face, but being so attuned to the fear of others he had detected their collective angst. The most prominent of their number, ''Mixa'el'' had handed him the ceremonial leaf of parchment upon which was written the name of his next target. Habitually he would have waited until he was in transit to study his next assignment and upon arriving at his destination preparing his plans in detail. Yet the artfully hidden anxiety of the four highest ministers to the throne made him question what was different this time. He had looked down and scanned the leaf, unconsciously processing what he had seen, and looked back up to see the pensive faces of his superiors.

	~~But then as the~~ shock ~~hit him~~, he looked down again, ~~there were~~ two ~~names on~~ the ~~parchment! It~~ was ~~impossible. It~~ had ~~never happened before~~. ~~It was inconceivable~~ and ~~yet~~, ~~like all firsts~~, it was ~~still real~~.		In something akin to shock, he looked down again, the double-take had revealed two named upon the leaf where there should only have been one. For a moment he was speechless, then dumbfounded by shock he had breached long held etiquette by trying to ask a question. The visages of the royal ministers turned from carefully constructed calm to fury in an instant and he recoiled at their affront. From the beginning, it had been deemed that he did not need to know the reasons why a given name had been assigned to him, his only concern were questions of how his assignment was to be accomplished. Nothing more was required of him beyond obedience and submission to the authority of the throne. Until today he had always had unshakable faith and certainty that his duties were of the utmost necessity and he had found a solace in the perfection of his work.

	In that moment of complete shock, he breached long held etiquette as he started to ask why? The visages of his superiors turned from carefully constructed calm to fury in an instant and he recoiled at their affront. In his position, questioning any order that descended from the rightful chain of command was unthinkable, and in his long and successful career he had never before questioned an order regardless of what he might personally have thought. Looking down again, he ~~read both~~ names, they ~~intersected upon the leaf~~ and ~~beyond the implausibility~~ of ~~two names on the same parchment,~~ he ~~found it distinctly peculiar how they intersected~~.		Looking down again, he studied the names, they're intersection confused his mission and left him feeling uncertain of exactly what he was being asked to do. In the hope of gaining even an iota of understanding from those in power, he had looked once more upon the four highest, but during his distraction they had all turned away from him and were now absorbed in other matters. He took this to be a dismissal and departed.

	In the hope of gaining even an iota of understanding from those in power, he had looked once more upon the ~~ministers~~, but during his distraction they had all turned away from him and were now absorbed in other matters. He took this to be a dismissal and departed. From the beginning, it had been deemed that he did not need to know the reasons why a given name had been assigned to him, his only concern were questions of how his assignment was to be accomplished. Nothing more was required of him beyond obedience and submission to the authority of the throne. Until today he had always had unshakable faith and certainty that his duties were of the utmost necessity and he had found a solace in the perfection of his work.

	It had taken him most of the day to reach the appointed location and as always he had arrived early.		It had taken him most of the day to reach the appointed location and as always he had arrived early.

Bruce: /* Prelude: A Soldier's Mission */

2021-04-03T03:07:00Z

Prelude: A Soldier's Mission

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	The soldier followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. This late afternoon lay in the early springtime, it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees.		The soldier followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. This late afternoon lay in the early springtime, it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees.

	Instead, the air across the valley lay still and warm~~, and left~~ ''D'mamael'' feeling lazy and thoughtful. The long days walk to the valley had also left him hungry and he opened his pack bringing out a few morsels that he had collected at a farmstead a couple of leagues back: a wrinkled autumn apple, some hard goat cheese, a loaf of newly baked bread and a skin of honey wine. This repast he enjoyed as the sun slowly sank into the western hills and twilight spread across the valley.		Instead the air across the valley lay still and warm leaving ''D'mamael'' feeling lazy and thoughtful. The long days walk to the valley had also left him hungry and he opened his pack bringing out a few morsels that he had collected at a farmstead a couple of leagues back: a wrinkled autumn apple, some hard goat cheese, a loaf of newly baked bread and a skin of honey wine. This repast he enjoyed as the sun slowly sank into the western hills and twilight spread across the valley.

	Relaxed the soldier leaned back against the warm rock outcropping and reflected upon the beginnings of his mission.		Relaxed the soldier leaned back against the warm rock outcropping and reflected upon the beginnings of his mission.

Bruce: /* Prelude: A Soldier's Mission */

2021-04-03T02:58:03Z

Prelude: A Soldier's Mission

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	It had taken him most of the day to reach the appointed location and as always he had arrived early.		It had taken him most of the day to reach the appointed location and as always he had arrived early.

	In anticipation he studied his surroundings carefully, the lay of the land, and the noteworthy absence of local fauna. He had always been gifted, made for this specific kind of work and while he did not consider himself proud or vain, he did take a professional pride in the perfection of his work.		In anticipation he studied his surroundings carefully, the lay of the land, and the noteworthy absence of local fauna. He had always been gifted, made for this specific kind of work and while he did not consider himself proud or vain, he did take a professional pride in the perfection of his work.

	His senses had always been sharper than his compatriots, and so he did not find it difficult to spot the lone Germanic scout being trailed by four Celts on the far side of the valley near the tree line. He suspected without the aid of any of his special skills that one or both of his targets would be found among these two groups. But the two opposing factions of men were not his first concern as he scanned the valley and the skies around it. He had traveled deep into enemy territory to complete his mission and if he were caught by any of the opposing forces they would show him no mercy. It was possible, perhaps even likely, that they too could sense portentous events unfolding here in the valley even as he searched for their approach.		His senses had always been sharper than his compatriots, and so he did not find it difficult to spot the lone Germanic scout being trailed by four Celts on the far side of the valley near the tree line. He suspected without the aid of any of his special skills that one or both of his targets would be found among these two groups. But the two opposing factions of men were not his first concern as he scanned the valley and the skies around it. He had traveled deep into enemy territory to complete his mission and if he were caught by any of the opposing forces they would show him no mercy. It was possible, perhaps even likely, that they too could sense portentous events unfolding here in the valley even as he searched for their approach.

Bruce: /* Prelude: A Soldier's Mission */

2021-04-03T02:57:46Z

Prelude: A Soldier's Mission

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	== Prelude: ''A Soldier's Mission'' ==		== Prelude: ''A Soldier's Mission'' ==
	The soldier followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. This late afternoon lay in the early springtime, it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees~~. Instead, the air across the valley lay still and warm, and left D'mamael feeling lazy and thoughtful~~.		The soldier followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. This late afternoon lay in the early springtime, it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees.

	~~Laying upon~~ the warm ~~stone like a lizard sunning itself~~, ~~he allowed himself~~ to ~~fall back through~~ the ~~eye~~ of ~~memory~~, ~~to his recent summons to the throne room~~ and ~~the agitation~~ of ~~the royal ministers~~. ~~They had been speaking in low hushed voices upon his arrival, but had turned~~ as ~~one to show him a unified face, but being so attuned to~~ the ~~fear of others he had detected their collective angst. The most prominent of their number had handed him~~ the ~~ceremonial leaf of parchment upon which was written~~ the ~~name of his target~~.		Instead, the air across the valley lay still and warm, and left ''D'mamael'' feeling lazy and thoughtful. The long days walk to the valley had also left him hungry and he opened his pack bringing out a few morsels that he had collected at a farmstead a couple of leagues back: a wrinkled autumn apple, some hard goat cheese, a loaf of newly baked bread and a skin of honey wine. This repast he enjoyed as the sun slowly sank into the western hills and twilight spread across the valley.

	~~So it had always been~~.		Relaxed the soldier leaned back against the warm rock outcropping and reflected upon the beginnings of his mission.

	~~How many times~~ had ~~he departed without ever so much as looking at~~ the ~~name? Traditionally he would wait until he~~ was ~~in transit~~ to ~~study his next assignment and upon arriving at his destination preparing his plans~~ in ~~detail~~. ~~Yet~~ the ~~artfully hidden anxiety~~ of the ~~four highest ministers~~ to the ~~throne made him question what was different this time~~. ~~He looked down and scanned~~ the ~~leaf, unconsciously processing what he had seen,~~ and ~~looked back up to see~~ the ~~pensive faces~~ of ~~his superiors. But then as~~ the ~~shock hit him, he looked down again, there were two names on~~ the ~~parchment!~~		He had been summoned to the throne-room. That was highly unusual as most directives from his superiors were carried to him by messengers. The throne-room was unlike anyplace else in the kingdom. The entirety of the room lay below the lowest branches of an enormous tree whose trunk formed the throne itself. Beneath the canopy golden light radiated horizontally from the throne with a brilliance similar to the rising sun. Above the throne-room leaves rustled with a crystalline tinkling that reminded ''D'mamael'' of wind chimes and the floor of the chamber lay unseen beneath a knee-deep mist which refracted countless rainbows in the golden light.

	It was impossible. It had never happened before. It was inconceivable and yet, like all firsts, it was still real.		''D'mamael'' had shielded his eyes as he strode towards the royal ministers who appeared agitated. They had been speaking in low hushed voices upon his arrival, but had turned as one to show him a unified face, but being so attuned to the fear of others he had detected their collective angst. The most prominent of their number, ''Mixa'el'' had handed him the ceremonial leaf of parchment upon which was written the name of his next target. Habitually he would wait until he was in transit to study his next assignment and upon arriving at his destination preparing his plans in detail. Yet the artfully hidden anxiety of the four highest ministers to the throne made him question what was different this time. He had looked down and scanned the leaf, unconsciously processing what he had seen, and looked back up to see the pensive faces of his superiors.

			But then as the shock hit him, he looked down again, there were two names on the parchment! It was impossible. It had never happened before. It was inconceivable and yet, like all firsts, it was still real.

	In that moment of complete shock, he breached long held etiquette as he started to ask why? The visages of his superiors turned from carefully constructed calm to fury in an instant and he recoiled at their affront. In his position, questioning any order that descended from the rightful chain of command was unthinkable, and in his long and successful career he had never before questioned an order regardless of what he might personally have thought. Looking down again, he read both names, they intersected upon the leaf and beyond the implausibility of two names on the same parchment, he found it distinctly peculiar how they intersected.		In that moment of complete shock, he breached long held etiquette as he started to ask why? The visages of his superiors turned from carefully constructed calm to fury in an instant and he recoiled at their affront. In his position, questioning any order that descended from the rightful chain of command was unthinkable, and in his long and successful career he had never before questioned an order regardless of what he might personally have thought. Looking down again, he read both names, they intersected upon the leaf and beyond the implausibility of two names on the same parchment, he found it distinctly peculiar how they intersected.
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	It had taken him most of the day to reach the appointed location and as always he had arrived early.		It had taken him most of the day to reach the appointed location and as always he had arrived early.

	Rising to a sitting position, he opened his pack and brought out a few morsels that he had collected at a farmstead a couple of leagues back: a wrinkled autumn apple, some hard goat cheese, a loaf of newly baked bread and a skin of honey wine. This repast he enjoyed as the sun slowly sank in the western hills and twilight spread across the valley. In anticipation he studied his surroundings carefully, the lay of the land, and the noteworthy absence of local fauna. He had always been gifted, made for this specific kind of work and while he did not consider himself proud or vain, he did take a professional pride in the perfection of his work.		In anticipation he studied his surroundings carefully, the lay of the land, and the noteworthy absence of local fauna. He had always been gifted, made for this specific kind of work and while he did not consider himself proud or vain, he did take a professional pride in the perfection of his work.

	His senses had always been sharper than his compatriots, and so he did not find it difficult to spot the lone Germanic scout being trailed by four Celts on the far side of the valley near the tree line. He suspected without the aid of any of his special skills that one or both of his targets would be found among these two groups. But the two opposing factions of men were not his first concern as he scanned the valley and the skies around it. He had traveled deep into enemy territory to complete his mission and if he were caught by any of the opposing forces they would show him no mercy. It was possible, perhaps even likely, that they too could sense portentous events unfolding here in the valley even as he searched for their approach.		His senses had always been sharper than his compatriots, and so he did not find it difficult to spot the lone Germanic scout being trailed by four Celts on the far side of the valley near the tree line. He suspected without the aid of any of his special skills that one or both of his targets would be found among these two groups. But the two opposing factions of men were not his first concern as he scanned the valley and the skies around it. He had traveled deep into enemy territory to complete his mission and if he were caught by any of the opposing forces they would show him no mercy. It was possible, perhaps even likely, that they too could sense portentous events unfolding here in the valley even as he searched for their approach.

Bruce: /* Prelude: A Soldier's Mission */

2021-04-03T01:52:35Z

Prelude: A Soldier's Mission

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	~~D'mamael~~ followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. This late afternoon lay in the early springtime, it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees. Instead, the air across the valley lay still and warm, and left ~~the soldier~~ feeling lazy and thoughtful.		The soldier followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. This late afternoon lay in the early springtime, it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees. Instead, the air across the valley lay still and warm, and left D'mamael feeling lazy and thoughtful.

	Laying upon the warm stone like a lizard sunning itself, he allowed himself to fall back through the eye of memory, to his recent summons to the throne room and the agitation of the royal ministers. They had been speaking in low hushed voices upon his arrival, but had turned as one to show him a unified face, but being so attuned to the fear of others he had detected their collective angst. The most prominent of their number had handed him the ceremonial leaf of parchment upon which was written the name of his target.		Laying upon the warm stone like a lizard sunning itself, he allowed himself to fall back through the eye of memory, to his recent summons to the throne room and the agitation of the royal ministers. They had been speaking in low hushed voices upon his arrival, but had turned as one to show him a unified face, but being so attuned to the fear of others he had detected their collective angst. The most prominent of their number had handed him the ceremonial leaf of parchment upon which was written the name of his target.

Bruce: /* Prelude: A Soldier's Mission */

2021-04-03T01:51:01Z

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	== Prelude: ''A Soldier's Mission'' ==		== Prelude: ''A Soldier's Mission'' ==
	D'mamael followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. This late afternoon lay in the early springtime, it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees. Instead, the air across the valley lay still and warm, and left the soldier feeling lazy and thoughtful.		D'mamael followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. This late afternoon lay in the early springtime, it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees. Instead, the air across the valley lay still and warm, and left the soldier feeling lazy and thoughtful.

	Feeling whimsical and with time to kill, he mused upon life, its pattern and meaning. Life was a series of rare firsts, followed by nearly constant repetition, sometimes in infinite variety, but as often as not just simple variations upon a theme. Today was one of those rare days containing a first and the solider savored its rarity while trying to deny the cold threads of fear that it spun in the depth of his being. A first concerning his work, it was an omen of ill portents, and could potentially upset the plan.

	Laying upon the warm stone like a lizard sunning itself, he allowed himself to fall back through the eye of memory, to his recent summons to the throne room and the agitation of the royal ministers. They had been speaking in low hushed voices upon his arrival, but had turned as one to show him a unified face, but being so attuned to the fear of others he had detected their collective angst. The most prominent of their number had handed him the ceremonial leaf of parchment upon which was written the name of his target.		Laying upon the warm stone like a lizard sunning itself, he allowed himself to fall back through the eye of memory, to his recent summons to the throne room and the agitation of the royal ministers. They had been speaking in low hushed voices upon his arrival, but had turned as one to show him a unified face, but being so attuned to the fear of others he had detected their collective angst. The most prominent of their number had handed him the ceremonial leaf of parchment upon which was written the name of his target.

Bruce: /* Prelude: A Soldier's Mission */

2021-04-03T01:49:44Z

Prelude: A Soldier's Mission

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	== Prelude: ''A Soldier's Mission'' ==		== Prelude: ''A Soldier's Mission'' ==
	He followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. This late afternoon lay in the early springtime, it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees. Instead, the air across the valley lay still and warm, and left the soldier feeling lazy and thoughtful.		D'mamael followed a game trail downhill until he found a rocky outcropping that provided comfortable seating with a birds-eye view over the valley as a whole. By the time of his arrival the sun was dipping towards the western horizon. This late afternoon lay in the early springtime, it was unseasonably warm, where there should have been chill breezes and drifts of snow in the blued shadows of the trees. Instead, the air across the valley lay still and warm, and left the soldier feeling lazy and thoughtful.

	Feeling whimsical and with time to kill, he mused upon life, its pattern and meaning. Life was a series of rare firsts, followed by nearly constant repetition, sometimes in infinite variety, but as often as not just simple variations upon a theme. Today was one of those rare days containing a first and the solider savored its rarity while trying to deny the cold threads of fear that it spun in the depth of his being. A first concerning his work, it was an omen of ill portents, and could potentially upset the plan.		Feeling whimsical and with time to kill, he mused upon life, its pattern and meaning. Life was a series of rare firsts, followed by nearly constant repetition, sometimes in infinite variety, but as often as not just simple variations upon a theme. Today was one of those rare days containing a first and the solider savored its rarity while trying to deny the cold threads of fear that it spun in the depth of his being. A first concerning his work, it was an omen of ill portents, and could potentially upset the plan.