Howl!!!
A long, mournful horn echoed through the sky. Signaling that the war had come. It began to resound throughout the royal palace, alerting the entire area and it wouldn't stop there. A call to arms and warning to all. Soon, every city, every village across the empire would hear it.
One message, one meaning, is to be prepare.
With this echos, citizens would have to decide whether to run, or hide until the 'calm time' arrived. Of course, the calm time would only come after a mutual agreement was reached.
The question was, would Richard Edouard open to negotiate?
In that fragile silence that only came after blood had been spilled and terms had been struck, how awful the waiting will be? Not only the citizen, even the knights will be drain. There would be screams. Explosions. Buildings collapsing. Families torn apart.
