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[Kingdom of Tiyomina] Viscount Sabbath

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[O] Viscount Sabbath

Of opposite to the invader's plot, the Tiyominae have settled into a defensive position. With the great agrarian fields exposed to no cover was now seemingly useless with this overbearing fog.
To this colourful camp of blue battling against the mist that currently plagues the land, it was extremely quiet. Like an ominous tone that no one could muster to talk about.

An opulent tent stayed, of hemp and cotton fabric, hosted a well-dressed man. He donned on the armour prepared and departed out. Walking outside, a deluge of light met him along with his retainers tarrying beside.
The man jokingly accommodated the current scenery, foggy as always. The men remained stoic, a few chuckingly played along.

The camp slightly devoid of life, the first of the campaign these soldiers were enthusiastic and exultant fellows to be downgraded to sluggish and lethargic soldiers. No one was eyeing nor visiting the Tineders Rivers anymore, seemingly it got too uninteresting.

Whilst traveling he noticed a strange tension in the air, like dissension assailing.. Distant drums bellowed out the barren fields... and the accompaniment of a voice that can pose off as a child, really high-pitched. Almost disorientating to hear with the mix of hollow atmosphere.

Sabbath immediately put his men to prepare, on the makeshift palisades and the shallow moat up front. They stood behind the barricades till they hear the ones creating these chants, they all bore a white kosode with instruments; mostly drums, slowly come into view.

They patiently watched and held their ground. Gradually they heard the sounds of swift tramps behind the music players. The viscount watched on until receiving word a force of hundreds of men assaulting the established camp then th distinct appearance of running silhouettes carrying their weapons panoply, yelling with all their might, "Hini' atchi! Kantaaaaaai!"


'Eccentric Viscount of Tiyomina, Sabbath. The man of ideas. Without a helmet, he is confident. For his queer and unconventionall actions led Tiyomina's military conservatively martial. Defensive and preservative. He does seem awfully familiar.. Perhaps he has a distant relative in a place called Bardtown?'

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