Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20160523114310/@comment-29458028-20160526141028

(Opener for Hayden...)

He stood on the pinnacle of the White Gold Tower, the wind whistling through his hair and clothing, blowing his robes, which swished gently in the air, as he looked into the far distance. Every now and then, a few stray strands of his white hair distracted his vision from the slow ascent of a golden sun in the distance and he brushed it away, as he contemplated the scene silently. The Imperial City. His home. His nation.

Hayden Fontaine watched silently, not saying a single word, as he took in the vast expanse of land that he belonged to. So beautiful and serene, on a morning where he had awoke early to witness the sunrise, as he always did. It was a scene he would remember, and wanted to see again.

That, and he wanted to protect his land, to make sure it always looked like that...