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located in Sylvar Forest, a part of Outcasters: Atonement, one of the many universes on RPG.

Sylvar Forest

The vast woodland that surrounds the capital city of Victoriana.

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Character Portrait: Simon Davenport Character Portrait: Sunday Davenport Character Portrait: Roan Ambers Character Portrait: Antheia Ophiuchus Character Portrait: Zio
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The journey to the camp had probably felt longer than it was, with the tension hanging over them like a dark cloud. Simon had stared straight ahead the entire time, walking beside his stag, trying not to habitually check that Ambers was managing to support Zio's weight. Part of it was faith in the boy's strength, but most was straight-up stubbornness.

"Camp's just ahead," called one of the men from the head of the group.

Appearing as if from nowhere once the group emerged into a seemingly empty clearing, until they broke through the treeline, at which point a series of complex wooden structures became visible. Countless men, women, and children - of every species imaginable - went about their business, chattering loudly despite the sudden appearance of their King. Such was the casual nature of his leadership - he was the first among equals, except where his fighters were concerned.

With little more than a few swift gestures to surrounding soldiers, Simon had ordered that Zio be placed in a holding cell until further notice - his arms and legs were to be bound, his vision was to be restricted, and he was to be supervised around the clock. Useful as this information may have been, it was not his highest priority to receive the message at that time.

Several soldiers stepped forward to help Zio down from their comrade's back, and carry him to the appropriate location. He fully expected Roan to follow him, but after the way he'd been treated... Simon would understand if the soldier had opted to hang back for a while.

A few words in the right person's ear would, sooner or later, alert the camp of a meeting to be held in the King's private quarters.

Simon marched through the camp without intending to spare a glance in anyone's direction, however came to a fairly swift halt after almost passing his daughter - the second Rebellion leader. Sunday would've wanted to be present for this meeting, and Simon wanted to spare himself the scolding that would come with leaving her out of it yet again.

Trusting his chosen messenger to spread the word fairly quickly on his own, Simon climbed the countless stairways to the uppermost level of the camp, and made his way towards his own private chambers. Pulling back the curtains, he was pleased to find the room empty. Some people had the terrible habit of merely waltzing in without an invitation. I ought to find myself a house with a door, he thought to himself, and a big sign that says 'piss off.'

Simon slowed his pace once he was inside, raising his arms above his head in a much-needed stretch. For the first time that day, he was beginning to feel the effects of a poor night's sleep. His eyes drifted towards his bed for but a moment before he peeled them away, knowing the temptation of sleep would be far too difficult to resist.

"You can get yourself set up at the table," he said absentmindedly, although the comment was directed at Roan, who'd trailed after him this entire time. "The others will be here soon enough, but there's snacks and water... Help yourself to whatever you need."