Alva Calvarona
Character
[member="Alexander Nester"]
The Royal Military Academy in the Capital of Stefania, St. Tiberius.
It was certainly impressive.
Its grand and majestic architecture a statement of the power and ability of Crina. It definitely stood out among the world's major features. Perhaps even comparable in form to the Royal Palace, the Cosmina Academy for Practitioners, or Crina's mighty shipyards at Andreea. It sat so excellently as a prominent location within the capital city, perhaps that's what made it feel so integrated and beautiful. It felt as though it were a part of the city itself whereas many other renown places of Crina tended to stand out on their own.
Personally Alva Calvarona wondered what the curriculum was like, how different it was from Cosmina's since that was where she and her sisters had been sent to study. Well today she would likely get a good understanding of those differences and learn much about the place she didn't know aside from its reputation.
After all, a guest would be entertaining her, and she would be enlightening him as well. A former student of the military academy.
A rebel.
Alexander Nester.
If the time were any indication he would be arriving relatively soon, from the dungeons from which he had been thrown into. His name truly meant very little in the grand scheme of things. Unlike others in history like Crina or Nicoleta, or even Alva herself in the present, few would know his name commonplace likely. Enough did though, many rebels likely knew the man, as did plenty of Royalist soldiers. Traitors and rebels from the military academy and even from Cosmina had arisen before, enough to not be surprised, but they were noticed by their former classmates, respected and recognized by their fellows in the rebellion.
Alex appeared have earned just enough of a reputation as a competent leader in the lower cadre of the rebel forces, and popped up enough he had been identified. His capture during the last great battle meant little to the overall war effort. Unless she utilized him to the fullest to quash even more of whatever ashes of resistance still existed. She hoped the setting of his alma mater would bring up nice memories for the man whenever the Crinan Royal Soldiers brought him here.
The Royal Military Academy in the Capital of Stefania, St. Tiberius.
It was certainly impressive.
Its grand and majestic architecture a statement of the power and ability of Crina. It definitely stood out among the world's major features. Perhaps even comparable in form to the Royal Palace, the Cosmina Academy for Practitioners, or Crina's mighty shipyards at Andreea. It sat so excellently as a prominent location within the capital city, perhaps that's what made it feel so integrated and beautiful. It felt as though it were a part of the city itself whereas many other renown places of Crina tended to stand out on their own.
Personally Alva Calvarona wondered what the curriculum was like, how different it was from Cosmina's since that was where she and her sisters had been sent to study. Well today she would likely get a good understanding of those differences and learn much about the place she didn't know aside from its reputation.
After all, a guest would be entertaining her, and she would be enlightening him as well. A former student of the military academy.
A rebel.
Alexander Nester.
If the time were any indication he would be arriving relatively soon, from the dungeons from which he had been thrown into. His name truly meant very little in the grand scheme of things. Unlike others in history like Crina or Nicoleta, or even Alva herself in the present, few would know his name commonplace likely. Enough did though, many rebels likely knew the man, as did plenty of Royalist soldiers. Traitors and rebels from the military academy and even from Cosmina had arisen before, enough to not be surprised, but they were noticed by their former classmates, respected and recognized by their fellows in the rebellion.
Alex appeared have earned just enough of a reputation as a competent leader in the lower cadre of the rebel forces, and popped up enough he had been identified. His capture during the last great battle meant little to the overall war effort. Unless she utilized him to the fullest to quash even more of whatever ashes of resistance still existed. She hoped the setting of his alma mater would bring up nice memories for the man whenever the Crinan Royal Soldiers brought him here.