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✟ i -- forward dated to morning
[In the morning sun, a horse trots through the front gates of the castle.
Cesare has just cast a look back at the city as he rides out to meet the French king and his allies.
But when he turns forward, he isn’t facing a sea of blue and their fearsome cannon. It’s… a palazzo. But certainly not one that Cesare has ever seen before. It doesn’t even look like anything in Rome. It's enormous.
He dismounts, only to find an open journal on the ground.]
What’s this then, some sort of... French trickery?
[And then… he sees that his words are being transcribed.]
What… hello?
[ OOC: have at!]
Cesare has just cast a look back at the city as he rides out to meet the French king and his allies.
But when he turns forward, he isn’t facing a sea of blue and their fearsome cannon. It’s… a palazzo. But certainly not one that Cesare has ever seen before. It doesn’t even look like anything in Rome. It's enormous.
He dismounts, only to find an open journal on the ground.]
What’s this then, some sort of... French trickery?
[And then… he sees that his words are being transcribed.]
What… hello?
[ OOC: have at!]