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A WERLIC TALE |
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A WERLIC TALE |
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I began my journeys in the Lands that belong to the most noble Artur Hawkwing in the grande city of Caemlyn. I was a Cadet then, earning my way through the tight ranks of the Seanchan Army....
The grandeur of Caemlyn far surpassed that of the small sea-town of Falme. As I approached the the large, white walls of the Outer City I took off my beloved armor and wore the clothing of the warriors of this land. My weapons, at the time, consisted of two half-moon bladed axes with inscriptions upon the blade. My secondary weapons were the sword and dagger I always carried with me. But I digress.
The guards of the city gates of Caemlyn were almost as impressive as some of the warriors I faced on Almoth Plain. Their armor carried a faint hint of rust at the edges, but their heavy broadswords were well-polished and they looked trained enough to use them.
The phalanx I was in was lead by a new rising commander. I was very impressed by his willingness to serve and also his wilingness to help us new cadets through our training. This commander is now one of the highest officers in the Seanchan military. I salute you, Master and Lord General, Gavilion!
The phalanx moved as a military body should through the streets of Caemlyn. We passed many large inns and houses. Most suprising to me was that those who lived here in the city were different than those we passed in the countryside. It suprised me that these people living on Hawkwing's Land could even build houses, much less a city.
More too come and it might even get exciting....
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