Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190107205055/@comment-5543592-20190131182734

As the Valyrians (and two foreigners) went their seperate ways, making preparations for the journey, Saelor too made ready.

Letters went out, to the Archon of Volantis, to the various commanders of the allied forces, to the leaders of his different Praetorian garrisons.

He even sent one to the Prince of Sar Mell, asking the man on the man on whose side he stood, and if he would entertain talks with Saelor in the future. Saelor made no mentioned of his intended invasion or landing, of course. He could not venture that far to trust the Prince's neutrality yet.

By nightfall, couriers had set out, and by the middle of the following day the Valyrian forces were within view of the city. They would not approach, however, past a certain distance, an invisible line drawn by one of the Fourteen Flames. No army had ever been marched into Valyria. Saelor hoped to keep it that way.

On noon of the day that the Saelor's legion appeared on the horizon, he once again called for his circle to meet him-- which was to say everyone who had been involved in planning, although he only included Erylla to be considerate.

They were to join him out with the army, where they would promptly march to the nearest port, board ships Saelor had previously charted, and sail for the Orange Shore.

Saelor was currently there himself, set up in a command tent at the center of the force.

Lyrenn lagged behind, back at the Spire, having woken up late and now in a haste to dress.

Erylla, up earlier, found herself once again at a window, watching the ash fall. Eventually, once the sun had reached the middle of the sky, she'd gone to find Grayle.