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It was a spring afternoon.
A pleasantly refreshing breeze blew threw the lands of Camelot, which were bathed in a pleasant, gold sunlight as the sixth hour after noon rolled around. Grey clouds that had hung swathed in layers across the sky had parted to reveal a golden setting sun, tinting the sky a deep orange.
It was during that golden sunset that a group stepped up to the roof of Camelot Castle. Auburn-haired Thaylon Grey led the way along with the Queen of Asgarnia, Varissa I, bearing a maroon banner neatly folded into his arms after being admitted into the castle by Xel Praven. They approached the flagpole at the top of the castle, where the banner of Camelot's current ruler hung, submissive to the Vekonic Kings of Kandarin.
Thaylon undid the rope around the steel flagpole, and allowed the Vekonic banner to slump down to the ground. His hands shaking ever so slightly, Thaylon tied the maroon banner in its stead and slowly began to raise it. A moment later, the maroon banner unfurled in the slight breeze to reveal the white, seven-pointed star emblazoned upon the maroon canvas.
It was the old banner of King Sennis.
The banner of free Camelot.
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23-Mar-2016 00:38:58 - Last edited on 23-Mar-2016 00:39:50 by Role-Player