Trade Town Belaire
Crossroads of the Amarian Provence
Crossroads of the Amarian Provence
The town of Belaire was nothing remarkable by any means. Buildings made of aging stone and wood lined the cobbled roadways, most boarded up and abandoned due to the mandatory evacuation that had taken place, litter covering the sidewalks and roads. The town was encircled within a circular wall of stone that rose twenty or so feet off the ground, age showing along the jagged material used in its construction. The town square, which was at the dead center of Belaire, was a bustle of activity as the Amarian Militia and Western Coalition forces milled about in preparation for the coming storm, smoke still seen coming from the north, the direction of what was once the farming town of Halforde. The two Coalition tanks, Saint's Fury and Proudclad sat near the squares north and south entrance respectfully, engines humming loudly as smoke bellowed forth from their exhaust.
Superior officers could be heard barking orders and soldiers ran to and fro, carrying munitions or running to assigned post, the men and women of the Coalition wearing a dark blue uniform as opposed to the black and gray of the Amarian Militia. The air felt tense and the entire area was fast paced, soldiers leaving and coming from the various parts of towns to make reports or take up defensive positions. At the north gate, standing atop the Saint's Fury was Commander Elena Sykes, commanding officer of the militia in the region. She was pointing out directions to soldiers gathered about the vehicle, keeping her glasses pushed up on her nose and her graying hair in check as she did so, her officers cap tucked under her left arm.
Vera slowly opened the door of the Gilded Raven, one of the many tavern's located throughout the town's center, the overcast sky leaving a gloom over everything within view. Slung over her right shoulder was her Amarian-31 rifle, covered in grime and all sorts of dust and dirt. She snorted and stepped out onto the cobbled path that wound about the square and looked around, taking note of the library across the road, the town's medicae facility and the haphazard 'command' tent set near the squares west entrance. With a sigh she started off towards the Proudclad at the south entrance, her movements slow and steady as her few plates of armor clanked together.