<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #008000">King Ramsey Cailot</span> / <span style="color: #004040">Rudiach Ivontoch</span></span></span></div></span><br/><br/>A falcon flies over the vast plains of southwestern Alderion. The cool morning air sent a refreshing chill across Ramsey’s face as he and a retinue of guards strode across the country on their warhorses. Two banner men flanked them with the Alderion green and white flags flapping in the wind with the sigil of an oak tree embroiled in white on the green background. The King’s guards are armed with bow and arrows and swords at their side to be ready for any threat.<br/><br/>The Kingom of Alderion pride itself over its cavalry expertise since it lacked the large and diverse standing armies of the other two Kingdoms. The great steppes further south were rich with horse culture and held grand annual steeplechases that immersed the lands around it to embrace the prestige of horse breeding and ranching. As agrarian as Alderion was it wasn’t without other enterprises that made it a power in the lands. To be the land’s bread basket Ramsey took it seriously to invest in a large merchant fleet to distribute Alderion’s exotic agriculture to other lands while it practically fed its neighbors albeit reluctantly. Ramsey had no love for his brothers and it sickened him that they got all the privileges instead of him. He was the forgotten brother. At the very first attempt to have ownership of anything when he came of age, he had his heart set on Alderion. It was more of a home to him than his father’s palace ever was. This was his Kingdom, his Alderion. And he would go to any means to defend it.<br/><br/>“Fall is near, your grace.” A weathered man with graying black hair spoke up as his falcon landed on his leather bound wrist.<br/><br/>“Indeed, Rudiach.” The King nodded. “The great harvest will be there with it.” Ramsey pulled on the reins to stop as did his retinue at the crest of the small hill overlooking a wheat field.<br/><br/>“Any reports from the border?” He inquired.<br/><br/>“It’s all quiet, has been for the past two fortnights, your grace.” Rudiach replied.<br/><br/>“Calm before the storm.” An old man in a hooded cloak opined. Ramsey nodded.<br/><br/>“We should use this time before feeding the bellies of our adversaries to prepare. If they’re dumb enough to bite the hand that feeds them, then they shall be greeted with Alderion steel when they come marching on our lands.” Ramsey swore then snapped the reins to get going again towards a nearby Hamlet to pay his subjects a visit.