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Post by Larsa Solidor on May 23, 2010 15:47:59 GMT -5
Larsa wasn’t quite sure how to react. They had landed, their entire nation had landed, somewhere that wasn’t Ivalice. He should be afraid of the magics that were behind this . . . mystery, but he wasn’t. Instead, he held his ground. He was stunned, curious, and mystified. This was something beyond Archadia, he knew. But for now, the best he would be able to do, is to calm his people. To make sure that everyone had . . . arrived to this land safely.
He had spent the morning giving an impromptu speech to his countrymen in an effort to calm them down. With the Solidor charm, he was able to do so with ease. Panicking would have only made the situation worse. He was sure to get to the bottom of this. They would just have to learn more about the land around them and hope that there were no monsters that were immune to their weapons or anyone who wished to harm their city.
The second place he had traveled to that day was the barracks. He wanted to choose the men and women he would send to scout the new land around them, because “Gabranth” would not approve of this of him leaving the castle under these circumstances. The last thing they needed was for their only leader to fall and a civil war to erupt. Now that he thought of it . . . He wondered how Lady Ashe was and if she had been torn apart from Ivalice. A small part of him thought that Ivalice might be better off without them; relations with the other nations have been difficult. He was sure that that at some of their meetings they were speaking behind his back, whispering that one day he would grow up like his brother, like his family in that they all share a taste in spilt blood. They were only representatives though. Other than those meetings, he doubts that they ever met or talked about anything else before. They did not know him, only his background, a bad choice in judgment.
“Ahem.”
He turned his attention back to the back to the barracks, realizing he had got caught up in his thoughts once again. Mentally, taking a deep breath, he handpicked which he would send out to explore. Of course, he had read all their files earlier, but seeing them first hand, knowing who he would be sacrificing to the unknown, he believed that this would keep him . . . no, that was not right. It was simply because it would be the safest course of action for everyone. Despite how much he disliked losing anyone. Those that were chosen were proud but afraid, he knew. He understood. Larsa had even watched them as they were sent off to scout the lands. He wished for their safe return, for all of them.
Soon after the busy day, he went back to the throne room to finish whatever paperwork he had left. He would have to adjust quite a few of them because of their new location. Documents relation to foreign affairs would have to be put on hold. Then their trade . . . A new shipment was meant to arrive today, was it not? He frowned, still sorting through the finish pile of paperwork into another three piles of “to be put on hold,” “finished,” or even “modify.” It did not look as though he would be getting any sleep anytime soon.
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