Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055

The ceremonial hall was prepared an entire day before the main event. The hall, created specificcally for ceremonies, was adorned with all manner of decoration. Tapestries depicting famous heroes hung from the walls. Lights ensured that the room was fully lit. The wooden pews, almost churchlike, had been replaced a short while ago, and were now brand new, made of wood harvested from around Forever Fall.

Rowtag Achachak, however, was not in the hall. He was above ground, in the visible section of the Fort. Standing next to the hidden landing pad, which would soon rise out of the ground, he was breathing in the fresh air, thinking to the days before he was Governor. The days when he was able to perform more missions out in the field. The days when his husband was still alive. He sighed.

"Father?" a female voice called from behind, causing him to turn. Nacoma Amadahy, his adopted daughter, stood before him.

"The Bullhead is coming in. Aster, Laura, and Vale are on it." Nacoma stood at attention, and Rowtag chuckled.

"Calm down, Nacoma," he said in his kind old voice, "This is a day of celebration." He looked up at the sky. The Bullhead would land any minute now.

The pilot turned in his seat, as the co-pilot brought the craft closer to the Fort.

"We're about two minutes out," he said, speaking to the three passengers, "Might wanna get your things, everyone. Welcome to the Pilgrims."

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