the town of Leide, five miles behind Edryssian borders
Khangli Horde
The autumn winds howled ceaselessly across the sprawling plains. The cold had yet to chill to the bone, but it was long past harvesting season for much of mainland Edryssia's farmers. The central plains of the late Empire presented no shortage of fertile farmland for the Ecclesiarchy and her ever-expanding cities, and in times of peace and prosperity, even some of the rural settlements would grow to extents unseen since the wars against the Manaketes. The fledgling settlement of Leide was no exception. With its lifeblood tied to the western river valley that spanned miles eastward to reach the capital city of Edryssia, this once humble village had seen a boom in both crop yields and population in the recent decade. It's ruling Lords would surely be pleased with their investments, as its recent growth has led to an excess of wealth. Perhaps, in time, it may expand to become a full-fledged city-state in its own right.
But such riches make these settlements a target for more than just business ventures and greedy nobles. On this particular day, the tranquil sounds of nature are broken not by festivities, but by the thundering of hooves.
What began as a steady rumble from the distant hillsides soon gave way to a formation of horsemen riding steadily over the top. Then, just as quickly as they came into view, they stopped in their tracks, a half dozen triangular banners looming over the town. At the head of this formation, a figure sat atop a towering brown horse, covered head to toe in the protective bastion of lamellar. With a feathered plume on his helmet and the cerulean-blue cloak of fur billowing behind him, the man upon this horse was not a soldier, but a warlord.
And from atop his hill, Xangei Khan smiled at his clan's soon-to-be prize, and bid a simple wave of his hand.
Then, the roar of his fearsome host of warriors echoed for what seemed like miles, as the Khan's humble formation of bodyguards was flanked by a sea of riders flooding down the hillside like a tidal wave. They trampled over the plowed fields that were just recently cleared for harvest. As the raiders finally closed the distance, they stormed headlong into the streets of Leide, while others broke off to surround the town's perimeter. In seconds, the settlement was engulfed by the endless tide of horsemen.
The aging Khan watched the spectacle with silent approval, as the stampede of his army kicked up a sky-high cloud of dust that almost impeded his vision. Minutes would pass, before he turned to the companion on his right - a hulking man with long hair, and two crossed sabres sheathed on his back.
"Taghai," the Khan said rather casually. The man in question looked over. "What news of Kerait?"
"Gazan Khan has not yet shown, Great One."
Xangei's expression promptly turned to disapproval. He looked back at his pillaging army.
"He gave his word to reinforce us--"
"Great One!" came a hasty voice from the field ahead. One of the officers drove his horse to a stop before his Khan, promptly bowing his head.
"Speak."
"It is empty!" the officer told him. "Not a single soul..."
Xangei's disappointed glare turned rather quickly to that of bewilderment. "They knew we were coming..." Taghai grumbled. As the Khan's gaze then scanned the surrounding horizon, he furrowed his brow, and looked back to his officers.
"Pull the host back towards the borderlands," he ordered the lot of them. "We will camp there and await Gazan Khan's reinforcements. I don't like the look of this..."
Khangli Encampment
The Horde was quick to follow their Khan's orders. The raiders, having just stormed into Leide in hope of riches and plunder, then found themselves departing with no trace of their presence but the tracks of hooves upon the ground they had tread. They would retreat back the way they came, riding for hours until they reached the more familiar ground of the war-torn borderlands. As the sunset grew ever closer, the Khangli Horde settled into a more out-of-sight position - a wide clearing surrounded by woods - and set up camp.
In a stunning display of efficiency, rows upon rows of felt-lined tents were erected by the minute, each capable of housing easily a dozen soldiers. In fact, it was in this manner that most of the soldiers were organized. With each possessing the tools to properly care for themselves and their horses, every individual unit was fit to sustain themselves on long campaigns, and operate independently when the need arose. It was a lifestyle that much of the steppe's armies were accustomed to. And though they hardly possessed the manpower and resources to last indefinitely, being separate from the non-combatants that made up the rest of the clan, each host was more than capable of living off the land for extended periods of time.
It wasn't until later in the afternoon that the first shift of patrols set out, and the Horde began to settle in for the day. And as the Khan retreated to the command tent to discuss his next move with the officers, much of the army was dismissed to attend to their own business.
Eventually, a young woman stepped out of said command tent, padding dust from her clothes. She was not one of the pegasus riders like much of the army's women, but dressed in the largely ceremonial garb of the clan's shamans and priests. Vibrant tassels hung from both her robes and the feathered headdress that covered her braided black hair. Most of her kind were healers, but she carried with her an old tome, its ragged cover bearing runes of an otherworldly language. Over her robes was the same bright blue cloak as was donned by the Khan - a mark of their station.
The woman strolled quietly down the center of the camp, paying little mind to the chattering of soldiers. It wasn't until she caught sight of another figure bearing the same cloak - a boy stringing his bow - that she walked over. Alakai stopped just short of the campfire next to him.
"Brother."
The boy, having not noticed, almost jumped out of his skin. His bowstring slipped from his fingers, causing the entire bow to almost recoil back into his face. It missed, thankfully sparing him a fairly embarrassing bruise, but only because he fell flat on his backside.
"AH--!" the boy yelped. He looked up at the woman standing above him. "Gods! I told you to stop doing that!"
"Sorry... You hurt?"
Jelme sighed, gesturing to the still-unstrung bow that now lay at his feet. "No, but it took a hot minute to get that far. I was this close, you know..."
"Yeah, you should get that together," Alakai gestured back to the Khan's tent from whence she came. "Taghai is taking the two of us out on the next round of patrols."
"W-wait-- Really?" the archer stuttered with wide eyes. "Like, right now?"
"Right now."
The boy was already back to fighting with his bow before that answer even came out. Amidst a litany of curses under Jelme's breath as he desperately tried to get it strung again, Alakai turned back.
"We'll be by Father's tent. Make it quick."