Uhhhhm, a post for customs so I don't have to dig around for them? That seems legit. P:
Jeremiah
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Just a placeholder for now until I get an idea for his art. P: He's the counterpart for Rose's Katalinka in the Towers world setting. Edit Level: Growing: No Owner: Gin Rin Name: Jeremiah Ludolph Gender: Male Breed: Description: References: Edits: Additional Info: WiPs plx. heart
Noodle Name: Jeremiah Ludolph Username: Gin Rin Tell me their story: No matter how many times he read over the letter it wouldn't divulge what would happen because of it. His father certainly wasn't forthcoming about the meeting, but that was to be expected really. He couldn't help but to be curious though, perhaps vainly pining away at the future when he'd be actually taking part instead of just assisting beforehand.
Leaning back in his chair he lost himself in thoughts of where he would end up; the finely carved and finished chair barely making a noise as his weight shifted against the soft cushioning. There was little doubt he would be a fighter but how high would he climb? Would he become the next Knight-Commander, replacing his father? He shook his head a little at that, doubting his own abilities just a little. The constant training was one thing, but leading the entire army? It seemed out of his reach even in his dreams.
Shifting again, he rose and looked over the desk where the letter lay. A fine grain accented by the light amber stain, delicately carved and matching the chair that he slid back in place underneath the wooden frame. Picking up his dress hat, he donned it and adjusted it from memory, turning to retrieve the rest of his uniform from the closet. His lineage granted him favors above his status, even if it was merely formality, but he still needed to play the part out of respect to everyone around him. It would be a disgrace to the entire Tower if he did not. Sliding the uniform on, he checked every button and seam for the correct location and alignment, satisfied after only a few adjustments were needed. Looking over his quarters once more for anything out of place, he closed the door behind him as he strode to the designated meeting room.
His father was already there ordering the officers around as he stepped through the doorway, so he stood to the side at attention as he waited to be recognized. The larger of the dilemmas was that this room rarely had anything of importance, and had grown into a bit of a disarray, but by the looks of it most of the 'mess' had been dealt with, hardly anything remained that was out of place. He snapped into a crisp salute as his father approached, tensing internally as his father returned it. Over the years he had become cognizant of the Knight-Commander's mood simply by how he reciprocated the gesture, the one he had just received let him know that something was still amiss.
"Still worried about the East, sir?"
"Yes, though there's no helping it at this point."
"I'm sure everything will go smoothly, sir. Is there anything I can do to assist?"
"Our latest map of the Eastern City is still needed, if you would."
"At once, sir."
Another crisp salute, and he smiled inwardly at the more relaxed state the return indicated, wishing he could do more to help. The 'East' problem was two-fold of course, there was the Eastern City which was always a simmering threat, and more recently the rumors of deceit within another Tower, possibilities that someone was feeding the Eastern City intel or weapons. Nothing confirmed as of yet, and more likely than not it was something that would never reach his ears, but the mere idea shook him to the core. They had fought so hard to keep their citizens safe, each Tower run by a separate chain of command in order to prevent a single point of failure. The war of decades past had been a brutal reminder of how weak they had been, and that there had been no major conflicts since then was a testament to their resolve in defending their borders.
Pushing these thoughts aside, he turned and left the room, heading for the cartographer two levels down. The corridors and stairs were slightly busier than normal due to the impending meeting, but he restrained himself to only returning salutes and initiating those to higher ranking officers. Everyone was strung tightly as they prepared, almost like an inspection was about to come around, but from a military that you had only a tentative alliance with. Very disconcerting. As such, there was an unspoken agreement to excuse any missed salutes in order to stay on task and time, returning with the latest map. Freshly printed, it was covered with an absorbent paper and rolled up to keep it from prying eyes, despite specifically being the unclassified variant. No need to feed the rumor-dynamo at any rate.
Keeping the map tucked beneath his arm, he saluted the now-present door guards and set it between the corner weights. He technically lacked the rank to view such material, as it were. The meeting table was a rougher grain than his desk, and stained a darker brown but was not lacking in detail, especially on the legs. Oil lamps hung low from the ceiling to give ample light, each finely crafted and polished brass with delicate carvings in the glass. With his duties completed he sought out his father for a final check, coming to attention and snapping off a salute for the last time.
"Anything else I can assist with, sir?"
"Not for now, and regardless, West is already here so there's no time."
"Understood, sir. Good luck."
"Thank you, Jeremiah."
Smiling faintly at the informality, he nodded and turned to leave, stopping to salute at the self-same Knight-Commander from the Western Tower before silently making his way down to the sparring areas. With any luck there would be a few off-duty officers he could train with. Always training, always preparing, and he wouldn't have it any other way. What use was it to have the Towers for defense if they were lazy? The safety of everyone inside the walls may rest in his hands.
