brennan sorrengail

brennan sighed, running a hand through his brown-red hair. he stood in the strategy hall, looking over a map of navarre. the map contained markings of villages attacked by venin. since the riders from basgiath arrived in aretia, he'd been tasked with teaching battle brief, but had no idea what to teach. well- he did, just didn't know how to make the facts make sense to a bunch of 20 year olds.

jude maddox

Jude, head of the knight's guard, walks down the halls of the knight's sanctum. He holds a candle as he walks, admittedly scared of the dark, though no one knows. He turns a corner, running into the body of another person, his eyes widened as the candle falls from his grasp, watching as the flame dies. "Fuck-" he whispers, anxiety flaring as the fearful dark overtakes the hallway.