Chapter 346: The Sword Of Vesir
…In the eastern hills of Dusk Valley…
Countless tents dotted the green hills of the valley as far as the eye could see. Marek Helene stood on a nearby hilltop and surveyed the large assortment of valley tribes that had gathered. He was once again reminded of the potential sheer might of his people if only they would gather together like this for more than just a meeting.
“We’re finally here,” he muttered.
“And just on time, my lord,” Vaughn said as he joined him on top of the hill.
“Yes, you’re right,” Marek glanced at the golden sun hanging high in the sky.
Despite the name, ‘The Meeting of the Dawn’ was held at noon when the sun was brightest. Every chieftain of the valley tribes would gather to decide on a matter of grave importance that would affect all their people.
“I didn’t think we’d arrive on time,” Dawn called out from the backside of the hill. “We only received the call for the meeting last night, those obstinate chieftains were hoping we wouldn’t make it.”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” Marek glanced down at Dawn and what lay behind her; a gigantic custom-built wagon was slowly riding up the hill.
The wagon was 8 meters wide and 10 meters long, with a leather tarp covering 9 meters high. There were ten large wheels on both sides. The wagon was practically a siege weapon and the whole thing was pulled by a dozen robust centaurs that even now seemed to be struggling to climb up the hill.